"An Excercise In Forgiveness" (1/1)
Really fun prompt--sneaking around my ginormous Writer's Block as it did.
Mahalo plenty in advance for reading.
An Excercise In Forgiveness
Author: _beetle_
Fandom: Lilo & Stitch
Characters: Myrtle/Lilo
Prompt: #157 "Forgiven"
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 300
Summary: Myrtle Edmonds is nothing, if not magnanimous. No spoilers for the movie or series. Now, mit sequel and prequel!
“What--?” Myrtle squawks as Lilo leans in. “--the hell are you doing?”
Farther down the beach, Sherri Shimata's sweet sixteen luau is finally starting to wind down.
Much closer to hand, Lilo's old, worn guitar is a cool weight against both their calves, the sand a still-warm blanket under bare toes.
Lilo's eyes are too close and too dark and too soft-too sweet-sour with the taste of lightly-spiked fruit punch, but kinda salty from the air and oh. . . .
Oh.
“I'm, uh . . . sorry?” Lilo's eyes are shining and the tips of their noses brush before she pulls away to gage Myrtle's reaction. The distant firelight lends a certain drama to her round, plain face and the pretty, curving lips that are still oh-so-slightly puckered--
--she doesn't seem sorry at all.
Nothing earth-shattering, that kiss: not long enough or powerful enough to make Myrtle's toes curl, or her body quicken. Nevertheless, she catches herself leaning in close. . . .
“You're the worst liar ever,” she blurts out, jumping up on unsteady legs, her skin flushed and damp. “How many cups of punch have you had?”
Lilo grabs her guitar and stands just as unsteadily, blinking and frowning. “Mighta lost count,” she admits, and Myrtle's stomach clenches into cold knots, until: “Enough to make me brave, anyway . . . been wanting to kiss you since freshman year.”
Shocked speechless, Myrtle can only gape at this strange lolo-girl, who--of all the people on Earth--had the audacity to be her first.
She recovers quickly. “Well, yeah. That doesn't mean you're forgiven, but . . . you may walk me home. You'd just better keep your lips to yourself.”
Grinning, Lilo shoulders her guitar and crosses her heart.
Halfway back to town, when she tentatively takes Myrtle's hand--Myrtle lets her keep it.
*
Mahalo plenty in advance for reading.
An Excercise In Forgiveness
Author: _beetle_
Fandom: Lilo & Stitch
Characters: Myrtle/Lilo
Prompt: #157 "Forgiven"
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 300
Summary: Myrtle Edmonds is nothing, if not magnanimous. No spoilers for the movie or series. Now, mit sequel and prequel!
“What--?” Myrtle squawks as Lilo leans in. “--the hell are you doing?”
Farther down the beach, Sherri Shimata's sweet sixteen luau is finally starting to wind down.
Much closer to hand, Lilo's old, worn guitar is a cool weight against both their calves, the sand a still-warm blanket under bare toes.
Lilo's eyes are too close and too dark and too soft-too sweet-sour with the taste of lightly-spiked fruit punch, but kinda salty from the air and oh. . . .
Oh.
“I'm, uh . . . sorry?” Lilo's eyes are shining and the tips of their noses brush before she pulls away to gage Myrtle's reaction. The distant firelight lends a certain drama to her round, plain face and the pretty, curving lips that are still oh-so-slightly puckered--
--she doesn't seem sorry at all.
Nothing earth-shattering, that kiss: not long enough or powerful enough to make Myrtle's toes curl, or her body quicken. Nevertheless, she catches herself leaning in close. . . .
“You're the worst liar ever,” she blurts out, jumping up on unsteady legs, her skin flushed and damp. “How many cups of punch have you had?”
Lilo grabs her guitar and stands just as unsteadily, blinking and frowning. “Mighta lost count,” she admits, and Myrtle's stomach clenches into cold knots, until: “Enough to make me brave, anyway . . . been wanting to kiss you since freshman year.”
Shocked speechless, Myrtle can only gape at this strange lolo-girl, who--of all the people on Earth--had the audacity to be her first.
She recovers quickly. “Well, yeah. That doesn't mean you're forgiven, but . . . you may walk me home. You'd just better keep your lips to yourself.”
Grinning, Lilo shoulders her guitar and crosses her heart.
Halfway back to town, when she tentatively takes Myrtle's hand--Myrtle lets her keep it.
*