31 Slices of Jo/Blair Life (22)
Fandom: FOL
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Slice 22 (250 words)
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He had her at the sneer. In hindsight, Jo wasn’t surprised that Blair had fallen for an overbearing handyman who insulted her at their first meeting. For all her talk about pedigrees, Blair Warner could not resist a bad boy.
Or a bad girl. No two women had insulted and sniped at each other more than the two of them, yet no two women were closer. Actually, that probably wasn’t true, Jo mused. She knew two women who were a couple. That would trump what she had with Blair. They had the intensity and - she forced herself to admit it - the love, but not the added intimacy that came with sex.
Jo let her mind wander to what sex would be like with Blair. Picturing Ben or some other guy with her was ick, so she focused on her roommate, who was across the room flirting - of course - with some football players. More bad boys already?
She tried to picture Blair’s face in the throes of passion, something that guys had probably done a hundred times . . . her body hovering . . . arching . . . twisting . . .
"Which one?"
Tootie’s greeting startled her.
"Which what?" Jo growled.
"Which one of those guys are you hot for?"
"None."
"Yeah, right," Tootie said. "I saw the look on your face." She tugged at Jo’s sleeve. "Come on; Blair can introduce you to him."
"Forget it," Jo said. "I was thinking about-" Oh, crap. "About the one in the jacket."
"You have good taste."
Jo sighed. "Yeah, I know."
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Slice 22 (250 words)
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He had her at the sneer. In hindsight, Jo wasn’t surprised that Blair had fallen for an overbearing handyman who insulted her at their first meeting. For all her talk about pedigrees, Blair Warner could not resist a bad boy.
Or a bad girl. No two women had insulted and sniped at each other more than the two of them, yet no two women were closer. Actually, that probably wasn’t true, Jo mused. She knew two women who were a couple. That would trump what she had with Blair. They had the intensity and - she forced herself to admit it - the love, but not the added intimacy that came with sex.
Jo let her mind wander to what sex would be like with Blair. Picturing Ben or some other guy with her was ick, so she focused on her roommate, who was across the room flirting - of course - with some football players. More bad boys already?
She tried to picture Blair’s face in the throes of passion, something that guys had probably done a hundred times . . . her body hovering . . . arching . . . twisting . . .
"Which one?"
Tootie’s greeting startled her.
"Which what?" Jo growled.
"Which one of those guys are you hot for?"
"None."
"Yeah, right," Tootie said. "I saw the look on your face." She tugged at Jo’s sleeve. "Come on; Blair can introduce you to him."
"Forget it," Jo said. "I was thinking about-" Oh, crap. "About the one in the jacket."
"You have good taste."
Jo sighed. "Yeah, I know."