Fic: Complex (46/365, Multi Pairing, PG-13)
Title: Complex
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita & Alex in this part
Prompt: #105 - Shower ;; My Table
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts, by checking this tag for past notes.
Amy was still mortified, cheeks still somewhat red, and the fact that she had to hold on to her current source of embarrassment wasn’t helping the situation any. Granted, Alex had tried to make light of the situation by suggesting that she could get naked too, but that had only made matters worse and resulted in him receiving a handprint shaped red mark temporarily on his bare chest.
Even if she had slept with him in the past, and saw him in swim trunks every week, this situation was decidedly different.
Earlier that day…
Amy headed down to the lobby to grab what she could of the continental breakfast, leaving a note for the still sleeping Alex. By the time she returned, his bed was unoccupied but because she was listening to her iPod she couldn’t hear the running shower in the bathroom.
She had just opened the door just as Alex was wrapping a towel around his waist, not even having the time to secure the cotton material. And yes, maybe she did watch when he would walk out from the surf, but this was different.
Droplets of water running slowly down his bare upper half, hair damp, towel sinfully low on his hips.
“Your timing sucks if you had wanted to join me, ya know.”
Amy turned around, “I … just…” She took a breath, “I’ll just be out there.”
One hand keeping the towel in place, he reached for her, “Ames, c’mon… it’s just me.”
Refusing to turn, she shook her head.
And then he’d said something that was typical Alex, and maybe she shouldn’t have slapped him for it but it wasn’t like she had hit him that hard.
Now, they were stopped at the border, Alex showing that he had Mexican Auto Insurance in addition to the necessary passports for both himself and Amy.
“We’ve got about half an hour,” he informed the redhead, taking the helmet from her. “Ames, you okay?”
“I will be,” Amy replied, thankful for the brief reprieve, allowing her to reclaim her racing thoughts. “Border’s busy today.”
Alex shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets, “you aren’t still weirded out about this morning are you?”
Amy rolled her eyes, “can we not talk about that, please?”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
“That was in high school.”
“And it’s not like I swim fully clothed.”
“That’s different.”
Alex huffed, waiting for the redhead to meet his gaze, “look, you know it’s not a big deal. I’m over it and by the time we get to where we’re going, you’ll be over it too.” A beat passed, “but if it would make you feel better, I can walk in on you next time.”
Amy scoffed, “and to think I defended you to my brother.”
“I know… and thank you for that, by the way.”
“You were awake?”
“Kinda,” he admitted and held up his hands in defense, “you know that if he could, your brother would come here and kick my ass back to Santa Monica.”
Amy shook her head, “I doubt you have to worry quite as much.”
Again, Alex shrugged, “we’ll find out I guess.” A beat passed, “are we cool?”
“Yeah, we’re cool,” she quirked a tiny smile, the pair waiting in comfortable silence to cross the border into Mexico.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita & Alex in this part
Prompt: #105 - Shower ;; My Table
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts, by checking this tag for past notes.
Amy was still mortified, cheeks still somewhat red, and the fact that she had to hold on to her current source of embarrassment wasn’t helping the situation any. Granted, Alex had tried to make light of the situation by suggesting that she could get naked too, but that had only made matters worse and resulted in him receiving a handprint shaped red mark temporarily on his bare chest.
Even if she had slept with him in the past, and saw him in swim trunks every week, this situation was decidedly different.
Earlier that day…
Amy headed down to the lobby to grab what she could of the continental breakfast, leaving a note for the still sleeping Alex. By the time she returned, his bed was unoccupied but because she was listening to her iPod she couldn’t hear the running shower in the bathroom.
She had just opened the door just as Alex was wrapping a towel around his waist, not even having the time to secure the cotton material. And yes, maybe she did watch when he would walk out from the surf, but this was different.
Droplets of water running slowly down his bare upper half, hair damp, towel sinfully low on his hips.
“Your timing sucks if you had wanted to join me, ya know.”
Amy turned around, “I … just…” She took a breath, “I’ll just be out there.”
One hand keeping the towel in place, he reached for her, “Ames, c’mon… it’s just me.”
Refusing to turn, she shook her head.
And then he’d said something that was typical Alex, and maybe she shouldn’t have slapped him for it but it wasn’t like she had hit him that hard.
Now, they were stopped at the border, Alex showing that he had Mexican Auto Insurance in addition to the necessary passports for both himself and Amy.
“We’ve got about half an hour,” he informed the redhead, taking the helmet from her. “Ames, you okay?”
“I will be,” Amy replied, thankful for the brief reprieve, allowing her to reclaim her racing thoughts. “Border’s busy today.”
Alex shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets, “you aren’t still weirded out about this morning are you?”
Amy rolled her eyes, “can we not talk about that, please?”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
“That was in high school.”
“And it’s not like I swim fully clothed.”
“That’s different.”
Alex huffed, waiting for the redhead to meet his gaze, “look, you know it’s not a big deal. I’m over it and by the time we get to where we’re going, you’ll be over it too.” A beat passed, “but if it would make you feel better, I can walk in on you next time.”
Amy scoffed, “and to think I defended you to my brother.”
“I know… and thank you for that, by the way.”
“You were awake?”
“Kinda,” he admitted and held up his hands in defense, “you know that if he could, your brother would come here and kick my ass back to Santa Monica.”
Amy shook her head, “I doubt you have to worry quite as much.”
Again, Alex shrugged, “we’ll find out I guess.” A beat passed, “are we cool?”
“Yeah, we’re cool,” she quirked a tiny smile, the pair waiting in comfortable silence to cross the border into Mexico.