Two drabbles
Two short little Glee things I wrote. Artie and Artie/Tina-centric.
Title: Shake It
Fandom:Glee
Pairing: Artie/Tina
Summary: Thinking about these things makes Artie feel both good and bad at the same time.
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (250 words)
If his mom had gone through the intersection just ten seconds earlier or later:
He would have played a boy sport. Soccer, or football, maybe. But during the off-season he’d take ballet to improve his agility, and the girls would marvel at his strong, muscular legs and his superhuman upper body strength (this was his fantasy; he’d keep what he wanted). They’d beg him to stay because no guy they’d ever met was a better combination of strong and graceful. So he’d have kept at it, mostly for the love of it, but also to peak under those skirts while lifting girls above his head.
He would have tangoed and salsaed. He’d have hip-hoped. By God, he would have tapped. And at least once he’d have donned a tan cowboy hat and taken a girl line dancing, just for the hell of it. During some community service project in college, working with kids, he would’ve learned to double-dutch, and of course there’d be the break dancing. He knew he would have been really good at break dancing.
And once, during a middle school dance, he would have pulled T-T-Tina Cohen-Chang out from under the bleachers, and they would’ve slow danced, barely touching, whole feet of space between them. They wouldn’t talk again until high school, but she’d nostalgically remind him of it during senior prom, while she rested her cheek on his shoulder and let him touch her ass through the stiff fabric of her gown. They’d smile to remember.
***
Title: Communication
Fandom:Glee
Pairing: Artie/Tina
Summary: Tina finds an unexpected solution to a problem
Rating: R, for consensual sexual play between minors
There was no better feeling in the world than lying like this. He loved the feeling of her bare back against his chest, the smell of her hair. He never felt weak or small when he held her. With an arm around her waist, he felt like her protector. He loved it.
But…
“Tina?” Maybe, in another life, he would have sucked it up. Been “a man.” But they’d agreed since the very first time they’d been intimate that communication was the most important thing. If something wasn’t working, they couldn’t be shy or embarrassed. They had to talk about it. Problem solve it. It’d worked so far.
‘Yes?” she mumbled sleepily.
“I am really, really hot. Do you mind if we take the blanket off?”
She didn’t reply with words, just slipped away from him for a moment to gather the end around their feet. He balled up the rest, and tossed the blanket to the floor. They resettled as they had been. He checked his watch. Three hours, at least, until his parents came home. The ambient air felt cool against the sweat that had beaded on his body, and it was so peaceful that he started to drift to sleep.
Until…
Was that a shiver?
“Artie?”
“Tina, are you cold?”
“I’m freezing.”
He wasn’t exactly psyched to go back to sweltering under the blanket again. His mind started spinning with solutions. Would it warm her up to just cover their lower bodies? Or if that wasn’t enough, maybe they could fold it so that it was just on her. Or…
She slid out of his arms and sat up, her feet on the floor. “I’ve got an idea,” she said.
She didn’t go for the blanket. She kept walking, to his chair, where some of their clothes had been left during an earlier phase of the day’s activities. But she didn’t grab her own clothes. She picked up his sweater vest.
He reflected, not for the first time, that he had pretty damn smooth movies to be able to convince a girl to take his clothes off while wearing argyle.
And then.
She put it on.
It fit her very, very poorly. It was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen.
She was naked. Except for his sweater vest. It wasn’t about the sweater vest (he loved ‘em, but not that much), but something more…instinctual. She was wearing his clothes. She was marking herself as his.
“Just right,” she said and smiled, coming back to the bed. As she settled back against him with a contented sigh, he realized that he never knew the outside of his sweater felt so good.
He trailed his hand down her hip and nipped at the back of her ear. Nonverbal communication: they did that, too. With a grin, she rolled over so that they were facing each other. While they kissed, all tongues and teeth, she shoved him onto his back and lifted herself onto her hands. His hands were free to go whatever they wanted. Over the sweater, under it. Places it didn’t cover…
Artie loved nodding off to sleep with Tina in his arms.
But there were some things that were even better.
Title: Shake It
Fandom:Glee
Pairing: Artie/Tina
Summary: Thinking about these things makes Artie feel both good and bad at the same time.
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (250 words)
If his mom had gone through the intersection just ten seconds earlier or later:
He would have played a boy sport. Soccer, or football, maybe. But during the off-season he’d take ballet to improve his agility, and the girls would marvel at his strong, muscular legs and his superhuman upper body strength (this was his fantasy; he’d keep what he wanted). They’d beg him to stay because no guy they’d ever met was a better combination of strong and graceful. So he’d have kept at it, mostly for the love of it, but also to peak under those skirts while lifting girls above his head.
He would have tangoed and salsaed. He’d have hip-hoped. By God, he would have tapped. And at least once he’d have donned a tan cowboy hat and taken a girl line dancing, just for the hell of it. During some community service project in college, working with kids, he would’ve learned to double-dutch, and of course there’d be the break dancing. He knew he would have been really good at break dancing.
And once, during a middle school dance, he would have pulled T-T-Tina Cohen-Chang out from under the bleachers, and they would’ve slow danced, barely touching, whole feet of space between them. They wouldn’t talk again until high school, but she’d nostalgically remind him of it during senior prom, while she rested her cheek on his shoulder and let him touch her ass through the stiff fabric of her gown. They’d smile to remember.
***
Title: Communication
Fandom:Glee
Pairing: Artie/Tina
Summary: Tina finds an unexpected solution to a problem
Rating: R, for consensual sexual play between minors
There was no better feeling in the world than lying like this. He loved the feeling of her bare back against his chest, the smell of her hair. He never felt weak or small when he held her. With an arm around her waist, he felt like her protector. He loved it.
But…
“Tina?” Maybe, in another life, he would have sucked it up. Been “a man.” But they’d agreed since the very first time they’d been intimate that communication was the most important thing. If something wasn’t working, they couldn’t be shy or embarrassed. They had to talk about it. Problem solve it. It’d worked so far.
‘Yes?” she mumbled sleepily.
“I am really, really hot. Do you mind if we take the blanket off?”
She didn’t reply with words, just slipped away from him for a moment to gather the end around their feet. He balled up the rest, and tossed the blanket to the floor. They resettled as they had been. He checked his watch. Three hours, at least, until his parents came home. The ambient air felt cool against the sweat that had beaded on his body, and it was so peaceful that he started to drift to sleep.
Until…
Was that a shiver?
“Artie?”
“Tina, are you cold?”
“I’m freezing.”
He wasn’t exactly psyched to go back to sweltering under the blanket again. His mind started spinning with solutions. Would it warm her up to just cover their lower bodies? Or if that wasn’t enough, maybe they could fold it so that it was just on her. Or…
She slid out of his arms and sat up, her feet on the floor. “I’ve got an idea,” she said.
She didn’t go for the blanket. She kept walking, to his chair, where some of their clothes had been left during an earlier phase of the day’s activities. But she didn’t grab her own clothes. She picked up his sweater vest.
He reflected, not for the first time, that he had pretty damn smooth movies to be able to convince a girl to take his clothes off while wearing argyle.
And then.
She put it on.
It fit her very, very poorly. It was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen.
She was naked. Except for his sweater vest. It wasn’t about the sweater vest (he loved ‘em, but not that much), but something more…instinctual. She was wearing his clothes. She was marking herself as his.
“Just right,” she said and smiled, coming back to the bed. As she settled back against him with a contented sigh, he realized that he never knew the outside of his sweater felt so good.
He trailed his hand down her hip and nipped at the back of her ear. Nonverbal communication: they did that, too. With a grin, she rolled over so that they were facing each other. While they kissed, all tongues and teeth, she shoved him onto his back and lifted herself onto her hands. His hands were free to go whatever they wanted. Over the sweater, under it. Places it didn’t cover…
Artie loved nodding off to sleep with Tina in his arms.
But there were some things that were even better.