Fic - Tastes Like Honey - Claire/Zach - PG
Title: Tastes Like Honey
Pairing: Claire/Zach
Rating: PG
Word Count: 401
Spoilers: Through ‘Fallout’
Disclaimer: I don’t own them!
AN: For el_gilliath
“I’m going to kill you,” Claire said as she lowered her gaze at Zach. “You got it in my hair!”
Zach laughed and quickly moved out of Claire’s reach. He balanced the video camera in one hand and focused it on her. “This is what a cheerleader looks like with honey in her hair,” he said as he continued to laugh.
“I’m going to shove that up your--.”
“Claire!” Zach said with a mock look of surprise on his face.
She growled under her breath before lunging toward him. Zach quickly moved out of the way and started to run toward the front door. He almost got there before he tripped over one of the rugs and fell to his knees.
Claire didn’t waste anytime in pouncing on him. She sat on his stomach and as he laughed, she grabbed the camera out of his hand and pulled out the tape. “No one is every going to see this now,” she said as she tucked it inside the pocket of her jeans. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“You started it but squinting chocolate syrup on my favorite t-shirt!”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s black, Zach. Not like it’s going to stain,” she pointed out.
“And your hair won’t stain either.”
Claire snorted at that before leaning over to kiss him. Zach wrapped his arms around her and deepened it, and when they needed air, they broke apart.
“You taste like honey,” he said as he tucked a piece of her sticky hair behind her ear. “I think I could get used to this.”
“You better,” Claire murmured before leaning forward for another kiss.
***
The tape popped out of the camera and Claire sighed. She’d watched the video too many times since the last time she’d seen Zach. She had tried to show him the tape, to prove that they had become friends, and more, but he never would believe her.
And, now, she was leaving for New York City to fulfill her destiny. All of her things were packed and her heart was heavy at the knowledge she may never see him again.
Standing from the table, Claire slipped the tape, along with a goodbye letter, in an envelope addressed to Zach. It was all she could do at the moment. And, all she could hope for was that Zach would someday remember her and what they had shared.
Pairing: Claire/Zach
Rating: PG
Word Count: 401
Spoilers: Through ‘Fallout’
Disclaimer: I don’t own them!
AN: For el_gilliath
“I’m going to kill you,” Claire said as she lowered her gaze at Zach. “You got it in my hair!”
Zach laughed and quickly moved out of Claire’s reach. He balanced the video camera in one hand and focused it on her. “This is what a cheerleader looks like with honey in her hair,” he said as he continued to laugh.
“I’m going to shove that up your--.”
“Claire!” Zach said with a mock look of surprise on his face.
She growled under her breath before lunging toward him. Zach quickly moved out of the way and started to run toward the front door. He almost got there before he tripped over one of the rugs and fell to his knees.
Claire didn’t waste anytime in pouncing on him. She sat on his stomach and as he laughed, she grabbed the camera out of his hand and pulled out the tape. “No one is every going to see this now,” she said as she tucked it inside the pocket of her jeans. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“You started it but squinting chocolate syrup on my favorite t-shirt!”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s black, Zach. Not like it’s going to stain,” she pointed out.
“And your hair won’t stain either.”
Claire snorted at that before leaning over to kiss him. Zach wrapped his arms around her and deepened it, and when they needed air, they broke apart.
“You taste like honey,” he said as he tucked a piece of her sticky hair behind her ear. “I think I could get used to this.”
“You better,” Claire murmured before leaning forward for another kiss.
***
The tape popped out of the camera and Claire sighed. She’d watched the video too many times since the last time she’d seen Zach. She had tried to show him the tape, to prove that they had become friends, and more, but he never would believe her.
And, now, she was leaving for New York City to fulfill her destiny. All of her things were packed and her heart was heavy at the knowledge she may never see him again.
Standing from the table, Claire slipped the tape, along with a goodbye letter, in an envelope addressed to Zach. It was all she could do at the moment. And, all she could hope for was that Zach would someday remember her and what they had shared.