Honeydew; Marshmallow; Apple Pie; Malt
Author: Indie
Challenge: Honeydew #5 (Strike a pose), Marshmallow #23 (sightseeing), Apple Pie #24 (welcome mat)
Extra: Malt - strike a pose : Rylie - A stolen tongue
Word Count: 403
Rating: PG
Story: Rylie, Nolan, Zia. ( index)
Timeline: Rylie, Nolan living arrangement.
Summary: It's no secret that Rylie plays with Nolan.
Notes: After this I plan to focus on Hel and Rory and Romulus, or Zia and Elliot for a while. :) And then when I get back to Rylie/Nolan, I'm going to write real pregnancy fic. :3
It wasn't a secret that Rylie played with him. Nolan was pretty sure Zia could see it, the way she sometimes brushed against him just to get him flustered, or posed and postured herself differently when he glanced her way, whether or not she realized he knew. Zia would never say anything, though, because she was kind, even though she thought he was a besotted fool.
What she didn't see was the way she needed personal space; the way she shied away from people, wether in his home or a crowded supermarket when she wasn't using contact as a blatantly sexual tool. And because she didn't see that, she missed a lot of the cause and effect of Rylie Somewhere's logic.
What he knew about her was the way she sometimes melted into him when she forgot to keep him at arm's length, and the way she grabbed for him before she knew what she was doing. He though maybe she'd had to grab at people to keep them there, and that was something Zee, who had four brothers and two parents to come cry to would never understand, and he was glad she didn't. It was just...
It was just that his girl was standing in the doorway, standing in her red dress, and his best friend would call her look "manipulative," standing there framed in front door, shifting in her pumps on his welcome mat, biting her lip and looking up through her lashes at him. She looked breakable, and he wanted to hide her away from the world.
He knew he was staring, but he couldn't draw his eyes away from her, from the line of her neck to the costume pearls hanging low on her wrist.
She caught his eye, not that she ever had anything less than his full attention, and smirked a bit, the curl of her mouth chasing away the vulnerability clinging to her. "Cat got your tongue?"
He smiled at her but didn't answer, because they both knew who had stolen his tongue.
"You ready to go?"
And clearly, Zia would have noticed, a red dress and pumps were not appropriate wear for a day at the park, but Rylie nodded anyways. "I'm in if you're in," she said, and he wanted to write her words on his wrist, tattoo them there so he could take them out of context as often as humanly possible.
Challenge: Honeydew #5 (Strike a pose), Marshmallow #23 (sightseeing), Apple Pie #24 (welcome mat)
Extra: Malt - strike a pose : Rylie - A stolen tongue
Word Count: 403
Rating: PG
Story: Rylie, Nolan, Zia. ( index)
Timeline: Rylie, Nolan living arrangement.
Summary: It's no secret that Rylie plays with Nolan.
Notes: After this I plan to focus on Hel and Rory and Romulus, or Zia and Elliot for a while. :) And then when I get back to Rylie/Nolan, I'm going to write real pregnancy fic. :3
It wasn't a secret that Rylie played with him. Nolan was pretty sure Zia could see it, the way she sometimes brushed against him just to get him flustered, or posed and postured herself differently when he glanced her way, whether or not she realized he knew. Zia would never say anything, though, because she was kind, even though she thought he was a besotted fool.
What she didn't see was the way she needed personal space; the way she shied away from people, wether in his home or a crowded supermarket when she wasn't using contact as a blatantly sexual tool. And because she didn't see that, she missed a lot of the cause and effect of Rylie Somewhere's logic.
What he knew about her was the way she sometimes melted into him when she forgot to keep him at arm's length, and the way she grabbed for him before she knew what she was doing. He though maybe she'd had to grab at people to keep them there, and that was something Zee, who had four brothers and two parents to come cry to would never understand, and he was glad she didn't. It was just...
It was just that his girl was standing in the doorway, standing in her red dress, and his best friend would call her look "manipulative," standing there framed in front door, shifting in her pumps on his welcome mat, biting her lip and looking up through her lashes at him. She looked breakable, and he wanted to hide her away from the world.
He knew he was staring, but he couldn't draw his eyes away from her, from the line of her neck to the costume pearls hanging low on her wrist.
She caught his eye, not that she ever had anything less than his full attention, and smirked a bit, the curl of her mouth chasing away the vulnerability clinging to her. "Cat got your tongue?"
He smiled at her but didn't answer, because they both knew who had stolen his tongue.
"You ready to go?"
And clearly, Zia would have noticed, a red dress and pumps were not appropriate wear for a day at the park, but Rylie nodded anyways. "I'm in if you're in," she said, and he wanted to write her words on his wrist, tattoo them there so he could take them out of context as often as humanly possible.