500-word Angel ficlet (Harmony/Fred)
Girl Crush
Fandom: Angel, Season 5
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harmony/Fred
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is the proud owner of two little shows that handled the characters mentioned here.
“So it started out, like, totally fine. A peppermint martini for me, and I think she had the same, I don’t know. I was totally eyeing the bartender’s biceps. But, like, then she started talking about work and stuff, and she was just so darn cute, you know? I kept staring at her for, like, ever as she’s going on and on about I don’t know. Technobabble. I swear, some people you just cannot understand. But she totally loosened up by the time I finished my second drink. She kind of flipped her hair a bit and batted her mascara-free eyelashes when she asked me questions. Gosh, she was like a little doll. I totally wanted to take her home and, like, paint her toenails. Not that I have a foot fetish or anything. Ew.
“So we’re talking and she’s being all cute. I start talking about work and all these stupid people that are so mean to me, and she really got into it. She gave me all kinds of advice. She said I looked very pretty in pink. She also invited me over to her place someday for tacos, ‘cause I said I never ate them before. I so totally have, I’m not a loser, but I just wanted to see her face. And dammit she was still cute! So I get, like, four drinks down, and I think that’s enough for tonight, thank you, and she finished her first and only drink - lightweight, no? - and we pay and leave.
“Long story short, we share a cab for the ride home ‘cause we’re still talking, and I’m just sitting next to her thinking about how I had such a great time and how her hair could use just a bit of conditioner and how would it feel to wash her hair and style it and just run my fingers through the curls. Not that I have a hair fetish or anything. Ew.
“Anyway, there’s this big quiet space, comfy silence, you know? and the cabbie goes over this big bump, and we knock into each other. It’s like one of those way overused movie clichés where the two people come up real slow and look into each other’s eyes and all that schmoopy stuff that makes girls cry. And dammit, but I thought to myself ‘What’s it like to kiss her?’ I mean, I have never thought about kissing another woman, Angelina Jolie aside because those lips are asking for it. But I mean, I really thought about it. She was just so cute and pretty and I never really had a friend like that before, definitely not since I moved out here and I really liked that. So does that make me gay?” Harmony chewed the end of her nail.
Lorne blinked, finally able to collect his thoughts into one big heap of regret for ever saying “Sure thing, Harmonica” to the secretary’s innocent “Can I ask you a question, Lorne?”.
“I knew it!” Harmony walked out.
Fandom: Angel, Season 5
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harmony/Fred
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is the proud owner of two little shows that handled the characters mentioned here.
“So it started out, like, totally fine. A peppermint martini for me, and I think she had the same, I don’t know. I was totally eyeing the bartender’s biceps. But, like, then she started talking about work and stuff, and she was just so darn cute, you know? I kept staring at her for, like, ever as she’s going on and on about I don’t know. Technobabble. I swear, some people you just cannot understand. But she totally loosened up by the time I finished my second drink. She kind of flipped her hair a bit and batted her mascara-free eyelashes when she asked me questions. Gosh, she was like a little doll. I totally wanted to take her home and, like, paint her toenails. Not that I have a foot fetish or anything. Ew.
“So we’re talking and she’s being all cute. I start talking about work and all these stupid people that are so mean to me, and she really got into it. She gave me all kinds of advice. She said I looked very pretty in pink. She also invited me over to her place someday for tacos, ‘cause I said I never ate them before. I so totally have, I’m not a loser, but I just wanted to see her face. And dammit she was still cute! So I get, like, four drinks down, and I think that’s enough for tonight, thank you, and she finished her first and only drink - lightweight, no? - and we pay and leave.
“Long story short, we share a cab for the ride home ‘cause we’re still talking, and I’m just sitting next to her thinking about how I had such a great time and how her hair could use just a bit of conditioner and how would it feel to wash her hair and style it and just run my fingers through the curls. Not that I have a hair fetish or anything. Ew.
“Anyway, there’s this big quiet space, comfy silence, you know? and the cabbie goes over this big bump, and we knock into each other. It’s like one of those way overused movie clichés where the two people come up real slow and look into each other’s eyes and all that schmoopy stuff that makes girls cry. And dammit, but I thought to myself ‘What’s it like to kiss her?’ I mean, I have never thought about kissing another woman, Angelina Jolie aside because those lips are asking for it. But I mean, I really thought about it. She was just so cute and pretty and I never really had a friend like that before, definitely not since I moved out here and I really liked that. So does that make me gay?” Harmony chewed the end of her nail.
Lorne blinked, finally able to collect his thoughts into one big heap of regret for ever saying “Sure thing, Harmonica” to the secretary’s innocent “Can I ask you a question, Lorne?”.
“I knew it!” Harmony walked out.