7 Deadly Sins
Title: Proclivity
Author: the_rocklobster
Challenge: Seven Deadly Sins
Fandom: The O.C
Characters: Che - and a surprise cameo.
Prompt: Lust
Word Count: 468
Rating: R.
Che has an aversion to taking Psychology. While he disagrees that it’s a pseudoscience, he’s a firm believer in the idea that overmedication is a bug part of what’s wrong with this country, man! The drugs are often tested on animals, even with PETA and the ASPCA and his own (rather hefty, if he does say so himself) contribution to the cause. Therapy is one thing - pumping excitable five year olds full of Ritalin is another. He plans to make his stance on this clear when they discuss mental disorders, two weeks from now according to the syllabus.
For now, they’re talking about sexuality and paraphilia’s. Speaking of fetishism, there’s girl in the row just below him in the stadium style lecture hall. She has long blond hair the color of straw and wears a sweater and jeans, over the waist of which is a tell tale string of pink fabric with little black polka dots for decoration. There’s a small triangle of fabric that disappears down into the seat of those jeans and Che leans forward, weight on his forearms as they rest against his textbook. His mind begins to wander, and he dreams of running his tongue over the material as it covers her, seeing what her juices taste like filtered through flimsy fabric. When she’s crying out for him, with her toes curling into his shoulder through his Earthday Birthday t-shirt, he’d drag slow kisses over her thigh and take the string of it in his teeth, tugging it down and off her body…
It’s probably a good thing that Che has already perfected the art of tantric sex and that this harbors complete and absolute control over his body, because the girl turns around and asks him for a scantron sheet, if he has one.
“I do,” he replies. Her voice is breathy. She makes even the simplest, most innocuous of questions sound like sex, spreading through the air like cannabis smoke. “What’s your name?” Che wonders aloud, passing her the piece of testing paper.
A hand reaches up to brush shaggy bangs out of eyes that remind him of almonds. “Anna,” the girl replies. “You’re Che, right? I signed your petition on solar panels for the dormitories and…” She offers a eloquent, eco-friendly and delightfully polysyllabic paragraph long discourse, briefing him on why she agrees.
The professor passes out the test before he can reply and Anna turns around. Che wonders if she has a boyfriend, and what Summer would think of her, and if this girl might be interested in accompanying him to the hookah lounge he constructed in his dorm after class.
Che suspects he’ll have to ask to find out.
Author: the_rocklobster
Challenge: Seven Deadly Sins
Fandom: The O.C
Characters: Che - and a surprise cameo.
Prompt: Lust
Word Count: 468
Rating: R.
Che has an aversion to taking Psychology. While he disagrees that it’s a pseudoscience, he’s a firm believer in the idea that overmedication is a bug part of what’s wrong with this country, man! The drugs are often tested on animals, even with PETA and the ASPCA and his own (rather hefty, if he does say so himself) contribution to the cause. Therapy is one thing - pumping excitable five year olds full of Ritalin is another. He plans to make his stance on this clear when they discuss mental disorders, two weeks from now according to the syllabus.
For now, they’re talking about sexuality and paraphilia’s. Speaking of fetishism, there’s girl in the row just below him in the stadium style lecture hall. She has long blond hair the color of straw and wears a sweater and jeans, over the waist of which is a tell tale string of pink fabric with little black polka dots for decoration. There’s a small triangle of fabric that disappears down into the seat of those jeans and Che leans forward, weight on his forearms as they rest against his textbook. His mind begins to wander, and he dreams of running his tongue over the material as it covers her, seeing what her juices taste like filtered through flimsy fabric. When she’s crying out for him, with her toes curling into his shoulder through his Earthday Birthday t-shirt, he’d drag slow kisses over her thigh and take the string of it in his teeth, tugging it down and off her body…
It’s probably a good thing that Che has already perfected the art of tantric sex and that this harbors complete and absolute control over his body, because the girl turns around and asks him for a scantron sheet, if he has one.
“I do,” he replies. Her voice is breathy. She makes even the simplest, most innocuous of questions sound like sex, spreading through the air like cannabis smoke. “What’s your name?” Che wonders aloud, passing her the piece of testing paper.
A hand reaches up to brush shaggy bangs out of eyes that remind him of almonds. “Anna,” the girl replies. “You’re Che, right? I signed your petition on solar panels for the dormitories and…” She offers a eloquent, eco-friendly and delightfully polysyllabic paragraph long discourse, briefing him on why she agrees.
The professor passes out the test before he can reply and Anna turns around. Che wonders if she has a boyfriend, and what Summer would think of her, and if this girl might be interested in accompanying him to the hookah lounge he constructed in his dorm after class.
Che suspects he’ll have to ask to find out.