Meeting the Florist
Title: Meeting the Florist
Pairing: Jia/Victoria
Genre: fail FLUFF >.<
Rating: PG 15, I'm not too sure for who's joy
Summary: It had been a simple enough meeting. She worked as a florist, ran her own cute little shop, right on the corner, embedded in red brick.
It had been a simple enough meeting. She worked as a florist, ran her own cute little shop, right on the corner, embedded in red brick. And I was in a hurry, trying to find a florist that would do ornate decorations in a three day notice, for my boss's wedding. I had rushed in, yelling on the phone, notes flying out of my binder, pissed as hell, and she turned to me, smile gracing her soft features, and she asked "May I help you?". Her voice had been a soft melody that ran through my ears. So... soothing. And I didn't even realise, that she would be the calm, entering my life's storm.
And I heard myself answering her, in a daze, pleading her to fill in the order, or my neck would be on the line, and all she did was smile and say 'sure'. Breathing in the scent of a million flowers, unknowingly the soft scents that rose off her skin, and something else that I couldn't place, I realised, this was about as peaceful as I had felt in what felt like a million years. I wanted to feel it again. More often. Wouldnt be possible, I had thought, I wont be coming here again after this. Or will I?
She returned with the prepayment reciept, glanced down at my card, shook my hand, and said "It was pleasure doing business with you, Jia". Her smile never wavered. And I realised I had to leave. Return to a world that seemed to rush back and forth past me, making everything a blur. This place seemed to be the only that brought me to a standstill. I had to see her again. Just as I was about to leave, the tinkling bell above my head, almost inviting me to stay, I turned to ask her, but she had already answered, seeing my hesitation to leave. "I'm Victoria." Soft smile, and a blink of twinkling eyes.
And I went back. More than once. Nearly every week. And I always left with a new bouquet in hand. They seemed to decorate themselves around my apartment, and it almost felt the same as the cute little shop on the corner, embedded in red bricks. Almost.
And sure enough, I found myself walking with her one day, fingers brushing, the cold night air grazing her cheeks, bringing on the colour resemblance of one of the pale pink roses at her shop. How did that happen?? Can't remember. All I did remember was a flushing heat in my face, as I tumbled over my words, trying to ask her out for a late coffee, as she closed up for the night. And she just smiled and said yes.
Walking her back from the impromptu date, if that's what you called it, I found my arm sneaking around her waist, pulling her close, lending her some of the warmth. She got cold easily. And I wanted to hold her like this forever, maybe even in more ways, than just this, and I didn't even know why.
Meeting her amidst all those flowers, with a million fragrances washing over me, it was the only thing I seemed to be looking forward to in an overworked life. And as we got nearer to the shop on the corner, I realised, I wanted to have this everyday.
We stopped walking near the shop, beside the door that led to the upper level - her home. It was set four feet away from the first fragrant bouquet outside her shop, against the red brick. I didn't want to leave. I wanted her to know what I felt, but fear washed over, and fumbling words were never quite the best of confessions. And when she said 'Goodnight' and turned to leave, I found myself pushing her against those red bricks, the lamp light above seemed to set her alight, nearly as if she glowed. Or that was just me. Because I swear she glowed everytime I saw her. I had long ago lost control of myself when I was around her, and it was happening again. My lips meshed to hers, I tried to empty out everything I had felt for so long. She didn't resist. Soft hands wrapped around my neck, petite frame pressed against mine, lips moving together.
The next few moments seemed to have blurred again, because now I fi nd myself in an unknown apartment - hers. Lips stills molded together, hands furiously working to rid the many layers. She pulled back, leaning against the door, breathing coming in short gasps. The entire picture to me, was beautiful. Neither realised we were down to just thin shirts, and pants, now when did that happen. But I don't want to stop here, not now. Brushing away the soft hair that framed her face so perfectly, I pushed my tongue past soft, red, kiss swollen lips, and nearly smiled at how her body reacted to the touch. She moaned through the kiss, pressing her lips harder against mine, and it sounded better than anything I've heard so far. I found my hands moving under her shirt, her skin just as delicate and soft as I had imagined during various nights, the fragrance of a million flowers floating off her surface sinking into me, pushing me further to do what had lasted in my most secretive of dreams. My fingers diving under the band and lace of her bra, she broke off the kiss with a sharp gasp that shot straight through me. Her own hands tried to pull my shirt over my head, seams ripping at the haste, but who could care at this point.
As I delved myself deeper into this heat, I realised, I wanted all of this, from the moment I had rushed into her shop. And as she gasped my name, ecstasy coursing through us both, I knew I got what I wanted.
Pairing: Jia/Victoria
Genre: fail FLUFF >.<
Rating: PG 15, I'm not too sure for who's joy
Summary: It had been a simple enough meeting. She worked as a florist, ran her own cute little shop, right on the corner, embedded in red brick.
It had been a simple enough meeting. She worked as a florist, ran her own cute little shop, right on the corner, embedded in red brick. And I was in a hurry, trying to find a florist that would do ornate decorations in a three day notice, for my boss's wedding. I had rushed in, yelling on the phone, notes flying out of my binder, pissed as hell, and she turned to me, smile gracing her soft features, and she asked "May I help you?". Her voice had been a soft melody that ran through my ears. So... soothing. And I didn't even realise, that she would be the calm, entering my life's storm.
And I heard myself answering her, in a daze, pleading her to fill in the order, or my neck would be on the line, and all she did was smile and say 'sure'. Breathing in the scent of a million flowers, unknowingly the soft scents that rose off her skin, and something else that I couldn't place, I realised, this was about as peaceful as I had felt in what felt like a million years. I wanted to feel it again. More often. Wouldnt be possible, I had thought, I wont be coming here again after this. Or will I?
She returned with the prepayment reciept, glanced down at my card, shook my hand, and said "It was pleasure doing business with you, Jia". Her smile never wavered. And I realised I had to leave. Return to a world that seemed to rush back and forth past me, making everything a blur. This place seemed to be the only that brought me to a standstill. I had to see her again. Just as I was about to leave, the tinkling bell above my head, almost inviting me to stay, I turned to ask her, but she had already answered, seeing my hesitation to leave. "I'm Victoria." Soft smile, and a blink of twinkling eyes.
And I went back. More than once. Nearly every week. And I always left with a new bouquet in hand. They seemed to decorate themselves around my apartment, and it almost felt the same as the cute little shop on the corner, embedded in red bricks. Almost.
And sure enough, I found myself walking with her one day, fingers brushing, the cold night air grazing her cheeks, bringing on the colour resemblance of one of the pale pink roses at her shop. How did that happen?? Can't remember. All I did remember was a flushing heat in my face, as I tumbled over my words, trying to ask her out for a late coffee, as she closed up for the night. And she just smiled and said yes.
Walking her back from the impromptu date, if that's what you called it, I found my arm sneaking around her waist, pulling her close, lending her some of the warmth. She got cold easily. And I wanted to hold her like this forever, maybe even in more ways, than just this, and I didn't even know why.
Meeting her amidst all those flowers, with a million fragrances washing over me, it was the only thing I seemed to be looking forward to in an overworked life. And as we got nearer to the shop on the corner, I realised, I wanted to have this everyday.
We stopped walking near the shop, beside the door that led to the upper level - her home. It was set four feet away from the first fragrant bouquet outside her shop, against the red brick. I didn't want to leave. I wanted her to know what I felt, but fear washed over, and fumbling words were never quite the best of confessions. And when she said 'Goodnight' and turned to leave, I found myself pushing her against those red bricks, the lamp light above seemed to set her alight, nearly as if she glowed. Or that was just me. Because I swear she glowed everytime I saw her. I had long ago lost control of myself when I was around her, and it was happening again. My lips meshed to hers, I tried to empty out everything I had felt for so long. She didn't resist. Soft hands wrapped around my neck, petite frame pressed against mine, lips moving together.
The next few moments seemed to have blurred again, because now I fi nd myself in an unknown apartment - hers. Lips stills molded together, hands furiously working to rid the many layers. She pulled back, leaning against the door, breathing coming in short gasps. The entire picture to me, was beautiful. Neither realised we were down to just thin shirts, and pants, now when did that happen. But I don't want to stop here, not now. Brushing away the soft hair that framed her face so perfectly, I pushed my tongue past soft, red, kiss swollen lips, and nearly smiled at how her body reacted to the touch. She moaned through the kiss, pressing her lips harder against mine, and it sounded better than anything I've heard so far. I found my hands moving under her shirt, her skin just as delicate and soft as I had imagined during various nights, the fragrance of a million flowers floating off her surface sinking into me, pushing me further to do what had lasted in my most secretive of dreams. My fingers diving under the band and lace of her bra, she broke off the kiss with a sharp gasp that shot straight through me. Her own hands tried to pull my shirt over my head, seams ripping at the haste, but who could care at this point.
As I delved myself deeper into this heat, I realised, I wanted all of this, from the moment I had rushed into her shop. And as she gasped my name, ecstasy coursing through us both, I knew I got what I wanted.