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rainbowfic2012-06-27 12:40 am
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Brown 6, Purple 4: Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Author: Kat
Title: Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Brown 6 (in a brown study), purple 4 (purple haze)
Supplies and Materials: Seed beads, modeling clay (sweet), glitter (Only a true friend would be that truly honest), glue (You're juggling a number of contradictory desires today... there is no reason to keep secrets now), novelty beads (11. "But I've got to see this Book of Love/Find out why it's true" - "Book of Love", The Monotones).
Word Count: 600.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Michael asks Joy to move in with him.
Warnings: none
Notes: More of a description exercise than anything else.
Joy liked to work out in the living room while he wrote; keeping him company, he thought, while he was in New York, while they could be together. A damn good thing he and Joy had similar tastes in music, though, because she always played her workout mix and that could have been a recipe for disaster.
As it was, she had broad tastes in music and he kind of liked a beat while he was writing. He glanced up over the screen, watched her jog in place, pumping her fists up and down, bopping her head in time to the music. A faint sheen of sweat sheened her skin, and her ponytail bobbed in time, gold strands fluttering around her face. Her eyes were closed, her expression pleased as she mouthed the words.
She was really fucking beautiful. God.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot. Probably as good an omen as he was ever going to get. Michael saved his draft, shut his laptop and straightened from his slouch against the sofa. "Hey, Joy?"
"Hm?" She opened her eyes, then jogged in a small circle and smiled at him. "What's up?"
"I've been thinking," he said, and watched Joy sink smoothly into a split, then lay her forehead down on her knee, still facing him. "About us."
No sign of alarm on her face, which was either a very good or bad sign. "Yeah? What about us?"
"Just. You know. Us." He followed the line of her back, the grey tank top sticking a little to her skin, her hair to her neck. "In general. This long distance thing isn't working so much for me."
Her face stayed calm, but her back went tense. "Yeah, it does kind of suck."
"So I was thinking." He set his laptop aside, folded his hands across his stomach. "I was wondering. What would it take to get you to Seattle?"
She sat up this time, looking rather startled. "Um... I don't know. Are you asking me to move in with you?"
It was out there; might as well 'fess up. "Yeah. I'd just move here, but..." But it was too close to Texas, and anyway he belonged in Seattle like he'd never belonged anywhere. He hadn't been able to give that up for Danny, and much as he loved Joy, he didn't want to know what decision he'd make there.
But she understood all that. He could see it in her face as she eased herself out of the split, crossed her legs in front of her. In the background, Pat Benatar eased into something by Lady Gaga. "No, I know that," she said, clasping her hands in her lap. "I'm just thinking. Seattle's pretty far from my parents."
"Yeah, I know," he said, quietly. "We've got strip clubs, though. And dance companies if you ever want to do something more structured."
"Maybe." She chewed her lower lip into pinkness, staring thoughtfully at nothing. "I don't know, Michael. I want to move in with you, but that's a long way to go. Let me think about it?"
"Sure," he said, relieved she hadn't dismissed it right off. They'd only been together for eight months, after all, and only about two of those months spent in actual physical proximity. It could have been a very different reaction.
Joy rose without using her hands, strolled over to the couch, and bent down to kiss him. Her mouth tasted salty-sweet, sweat and strawberries. "I love you," she said. "And I'll think very seriously about it, okay?"
"Fine with me," he said, and kissed her back.
Title: Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Brown 6 (in a brown study), purple 4 (purple haze)
Supplies and Materials: Seed beads, modeling clay (sweet), glitter (Only a true friend would be that truly honest), glue (You're juggling a number of contradictory desires today... there is no reason to keep secrets now), novelty beads (11. "But I've got to see this Book of Love/Find out why it's true" - "Book of Love", The Monotones).
Word Count: 600.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Michael asks Joy to move in with him.
Warnings: none
Notes: More of a description exercise than anything else.
Joy liked to work out in the living room while he wrote; keeping him company, he thought, while he was in New York, while they could be together. A damn good thing he and Joy had similar tastes in music, though, because she always played her workout mix and that could have been a recipe for disaster.
As it was, she had broad tastes in music and he kind of liked a beat while he was writing. He glanced up over the screen, watched her jog in place, pumping her fists up and down, bopping her head in time to the music. A faint sheen of sweat sheened her skin, and her ponytail bobbed in time, gold strands fluttering around her face. Her eyes were closed, her expression pleased as she mouthed the words.
She was really fucking beautiful. God.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot. Probably as good an omen as he was ever going to get. Michael saved his draft, shut his laptop and straightened from his slouch against the sofa. "Hey, Joy?"
"Hm?" She opened her eyes, then jogged in a small circle and smiled at him. "What's up?"
"I've been thinking," he said, and watched Joy sink smoothly into a split, then lay her forehead down on her knee, still facing him. "About us."
No sign of alarm on her face, which was either a very good or bad sign. "Yeah? What about us?"
"Just. You know. Us." He followed the line of her back, the grey tank top sticking a little to her skin, her hair to her neck. "In general. This long distance thing isn't working so much for me."
Her face stayed calm, but her back went tense. "Yeah, it does kind of suck."
"So I was thinking." He set his laptop aside, folded his hands across his stomach. "I was wondering. What would it take to get you to Seattle?"
She sat up this time, looking rather startled. "Um... I don't know. Are you asking me to move in with you?"
It was out there; might as well 'fess up. "Yeah. I'd just move here, but..." But it was too close to Texas, and anyway he belonged in Seattle like he'd never belonged anywhere. He hadn't been able to give that up for Danny, and much as he loved Joy, he didn't want to know what decision he'd make there.
But she understood all that. He could see it in her face as she eased herself out of the split, crossed her legs in front of her. In the background, Pat Benatar eased into something by Lady Gaga. "No, I know that," she said, clasping her hands in her lap. "I'm just thinking. Seattle's pretty far from my parents."
"Yeah, I know," he said, quietly. "We've got strip clubs, though. And dance companies if you ever want to do something more structured."
"Maybe." She chewed her lower lip into pinkness, staring thoughtfully at nothing. "I don't know, Michael. I want to move in with you, but that's a long way to go. Let me think about it?"
"Sure," he said, relieved she hadn't dismissed it right off. They'd only been together for eight months, after all, and only about two of those months spent in actual physical proximity. It could have been a very different reaction.
Joy rose without using her hands, strolled over to the couch, and bent down to kiss him. Her mouth tasted salty-sweet, sweat and strawberries. "I love you," she said. "And I'll think very seriously about it, okay?"
"Fine with me," he said, and kissed her back.
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::uses Tony icon because Michael is Tony?::
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Thanks!
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I also enjoyed that he took such a risk and then still didn't get his answer straight off. LIKE HAPPENS TO REAL PEOPLE.
This is a great post and you should feel great.
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Thanks!
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Almost everyone. *dry grin*
(Don't mind me. I'm in one of those moods. ;P)
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