WISHLISTS: Perfect (Michael/Padma)
Author: bendleshnitz1
Recipient: leigh_adams
Title: Perfect
Pairing: Michael Corner/Padma Patil
Request: "[He/she] wanted the other twin."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 221
Summary: Sometimes, perfect is not what we want.
Author's Notes: Leigh, this is short and silly. Not betaed. But I wanted to write you a little something. Hope you like it :)
She was sweet. Her breath was always minty fresh. She cooked like a professional. Her tone never got high. She hated to fight, preferring rational debating with a reasonable conclusion that would make both happy. Her intelligence impressed everyone they ever met, earning him a congratulation as if she were a prize he won. She was passionate. Her body, yet not outstanding, could make any bloke's blood travel south in a blink. She was funny. Her sarcasm matched his, making conversations easy and enjoyable. She got along with all his friends and their annoying girlfriends. Her politeness never quivered in front of his step-mother, no matter what a bitch she was to either of them. She stood by his side for hours and smiled wholeheartedly with pride at each book signing he had. Her eyes were the first to read each of his new Potions book, giving him several tips and constructive criticism. She kissed him with a devotion that kept overwhelming him. Her intense eyes shone every time he smiled at her. She loved him like no one had ever loved him before.
After all this years, she kept giving Michael her heart and soul in every way she could. Padma Patil was, in other words, perfect for him.
There was just one little problem: he wanted the other twin.
Recipient: leigh_adams
Title: Perfect
Pairing: Michael Corner/Padma Patil
Request: "[He/she] wanted the other twin."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 221
Summary: Sometimes, perfect is not what we want.
Author's Notes: Leigh, this is short and silly. Not betaed. But I wanted to write you a little something. Hope you like it :)
She was sweet. Her breath was always minty fresh. She cooked like a professional. Her tone never got high. She hated to fight, preferring rational debating with a reasonable conclusion that would make both happy. Her intelligence impressed everyone they ever met, earning him a congratulation as if she were a prize he won. She was passionate. Her body, yet not outstanding, could make any bloke's blood travel south in a blink. She was funny. Her sarcasm matched his, making conversations easy and enjoyable. She got along with all his friends and their annoying girlfriends. Her politeness never quivered in front of his step-mother, no matter what a bitch she was to either of them. She stood by his side for hours and smiled wholeheartedly with pride at each book signing he had. Her eyes were the first to read each of his new Potions book, giving him several tips and constructive criticism. She kissed him with a devotion that kept overwhelming him. Her intense eyes shone every time he smiled at her. She loved him like no one had ever loved him before.
After all this years, she kept giving Michael her heart and soul in every way she could. Padma Patil was, in other words, perfect for him.
There was just one little problem: he wanted the other twin.