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rainbowfic2015-12-21 06:48 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-12-21 06:48 pm
Pepsi Cola #11, Blue Opal #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: If at First You Don't Succeed...
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Pepsi Cola #11. They say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you., Blue Opal #8. Placid
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 7: "for beginners"), photography, canvas, glue ("It's nearly impossible to tap dance around the intensity today; ultimately you must go directly through the center, even if your reactions make your life more complicated than necessary. Paradoxically, the more you attempt to control your feelings now, the less predictable the outcome.")
Word Count: 247
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mariko, Jo
Warnings: Sex between two high school students (both of whom are about seventeen), accidental arson
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Mariko lost her virginity with Jo, halfway through Year Twelve for both of them, and it took them three tries to actually get down to business.
They talked it through ahead of time, making sure they were both ready, and Jo had set the scene in her bedroom, with rose petals strewn in a path leading towards her bed. At first, Mariko had thought the lump in her throat was nerves, or excitement. But it turned out she was allergic to red roses, which sort of killed the mood.
The second try was at Mariko’s house. No flowers, this time--but she’d set candles out for mood lighting. She’d just gotten Jo out of her very cute bra when they smelled the smoke. And, by the time they extinguished the curtains, Mariko’s dad had gotten home and they’d had to scramble to get dressed and come up with a less-awkward explanation for why Mariko’s room was soaking wet and slightly charred.
When they finally got it right, it was without a lot of planning. Mariko went over to Jo’s after helping her mom wrangle the tiny ones at a ballet recital, and they’d been hanging out on the couch, listening to music and making out, and things had just sort of…happened. It was spontaneous, and a little bit awkward, but it was nice.
Clearly, they’d been trying too hard. And, now that they’d finally managed that first time, they’d have plenty of time to improve their technique.
Story: If at First You Don't Succeed...
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Pepsi Cola #11. They say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you., Blue Opal #8. Placid
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 7: "for beginners"), photography, canvas, glue ("It's nearly impossible to tap dance around the intensity today; ultimately you must go directly through the center, even if your reactions make your life more complicated than necessary. Paradoxically, the more you attempt to control your feelings now, the less predictable the outcome.")
Word Count: 247
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mariko, Jo
Warnings: Sex between two high school students (both of whom are about seventeen), accidental arson
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Mariko lost her virginity with Jo, halfway through Year Twelve for both of them, and it took them three tries to actually get down to business.
They talked it through ahead of time, making sure they were both ready, and Jo had set the scene in her bedroom, with rose petals strewn in a path leading towards her bed. At first, Mariko had thought the lump in her throat was nerves, or excitement. But it turned out she was allergic to red roses, which sort of killed the mood.
The second try was at Mariko’s house. No flowers, this time--but she’d set candles out for mood lighting. She’d just gotten Jo out of her very cute bra when they smelled the smoke. And, by the time they extinguished the curtains, Mariko’s dad had gotten home and they’d had to scramble to get dressed and come up with a less-awkward explanation for why Mariko’s room was soaking wet and slightly charred.
When they finally got it right, it was without a lot of planning. Mariko went over to Jo’s after helping her mom wrangle the tiny ones at a ballet recital, and they’d been hanging out on the couch, listening to music and making out, and things had just sort of…happened. It was spontaneous, and a little bit awkward, but it was nice.
Clearly, they’d been trying too hard. And, now that they’d finally managed that first time, they’d have plenty of time to improve their technique.