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rainbowfic2012-08-11 12:51 am
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Lawn Green 13, Faded Blue 23: all that jazz
Title: all that jazz
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Lawn green 13 (sunscreen), faded blue 23 (Romance with me on a crowded floor)
Supplies and Materials: Frame, glitter (brilliant), pastels (party/festival).
Word Count: 1172
Rating: PG.
Summary: Summer and her boys at a concert.
Warnings: none
Notes: Meme fill forshipwreck_light. This is a real thing that the National Gallery of Art really does.
Summer left work early, to ensure she arrived first. She had a very particular spot that she liked best, on the lip of the round pool in the center of the Sculpture Garden; close enough to hear the music, not so close as to be deafened, half in the shade as the sun set, so she didn't get too hot. It was a popular spot. She'd learned to arrive early.
A dozen or so people were already there when she arrived, paddling their feet in the water and talking quietly among themselves. They were not in her spot, so Summer ignored them, sat down, and kicked off her heels. She'd known this was coming and hadn't worn stockings, so she could put her feet right in the water, feel the cool rippling over her skin, over her pinched toes and abused arches. Someday someone would convince the world that heels were not necessary for a woman to look professional. On that day, she would rejoice.
For now, she closed her eyes, braced her palms against the slightly gritty stone of the pool's lip, and tilted her head back, all just to feel. The breeze cool on her face, tugging lightly at the flyaway wispy hairs she could never quite tame. The rock equally cool beneath her, leeching out the heat of her walk until she felt comfortable again. The rumble of voices, rising slowly, like falling water to her ear. The sun, an almost tangible pressure on her skin.
The brush of a suit jacket against her arm.
She opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at Felipe. "Hello."
He smiled back, reached out and touched the tip of her nose very lightly. "You're turning pink, querida. Did you forget your sunscreen again?"
Summer felt too lazy just then to even try to lie. "Maybe," she said, and yawned. "I'm not sure."
Felipe tsked under his breath and pulled a tube from his pocket. "You and Zack, I swear," he said, dabbing sunscreen on her nose, rubbing it gently across the back of her neck, each movement a caress. "Without me you'd both turn into boiled lobsters."
He was probably right, so she hummed in agreement, enjoying the feel of the sunscreen cool on her skin and the pads of his fingers just the slightest bit rough beneath it. "Where is Zack?"
"Getting the beer." He studied her face critically, then nodded and capped the sunscreen. "You're done. He'll be here in a moment, never fear."
"I didn't." She hadn't. Friday night jazz concerts were their constant, this first summer together-- the three of them sitting side by side on the lip of the round pool, listening to the music and talking quietly with each other. All three of them came, barring a sudden corpse or public relations disaster they couldn't duck. And she was always in the middle, always between them, just as she was in their bed.
She liked that. It made her feel safe.
Someone turned on a speaker and screeched static across the pond, echoing and bouncing off the trees. Summer flinched into Felipe, who hugged her close. Zack, just arriving with the promised pitcher of beer, jumped and spilled a wave of beer onto the concrete walkway and his worn-out jacket sleeve.
"Damn," he said, without much heat. "They've got to get new speakers for these things."
"They're never going to," Felipe said, as someone in the background apologized for the noise. "You know the Gallery, never enough money." He took the beer away from Zack and kissed him in exchange, light and sweet. "Did you remember sunscreen?"
"Yes, Mom." Zack leaned down and kissed Summer, then sat down beside her, his long legs stretched into the walkway. Neither he nor Felipe liked getting their feet wet, but then, they didn't wear heels all day. "After the lecture you read me last sunburn I was hardly going to forget."
Felipe, pouring the beer, made a pleased noise. "Ah, so something does penetrate."
Zack leered at him. "Many things," he said. "There is much penetration in my life. I could perhaps arrange a demonstration."
Ah, and that was Felipe's favorite look-- huge, limpid brown eyes, his mouth just slightly turned up at the corners. He used it, Summer knew, when he wanted to seem naïve or innocent, even though he wasn't really. "Maybe more than one? I'm a slow learner."
Zack laughed, and accepted the beer Felipe passed to him. "I think you'll pick this up quick enough."
"Shh," Summer said, "the music's starting," and ignored the way her cheeks had warmed, too much to blame on the sun.
Under cover of a crashing chord from the stage, Zack leaned over and kissed her cheek, then bit her earlobe, very gently. "Sorry, love," he whispered. "Didn't mean to leave you out."
She couldn't ignore that flush. Especially not when Felipe leaned over himself and kissed her temple, mouth soft against her skin. He said nothing, though, just rested his head on her shoulder, and gradually the embarrassed arousal eased away.
The music helped. These concerts were always good, mellow or lively jazz, properly miked so the sound carried over the noise of the crowd. Lazy sunny afternoon under a clear blue sky, music in her ear, water on her feet, green life all around her and her boys at her side, looped around her and each other, beer bittersweet on her tongue.
"Summer," Zack said suddenly, and she turned to look at him, found him smiling broadly. "Dance with me."
"All right," she said, and gave him her hand. He spun her around and pulled her to her feet, spun her again and made her laugh. He could dance so well, Zack could, like the music was in his bones, and somehow he made her feel graceful even at her clumsiest.
"I want in," Felipe said, standing up, and she laughed, reached out to him. He could not dance, not with any rhythm or style, but it didn’t matter, he was lovely, and he was hers, and he tried so hard.
Felipe took her hand and Zack pulled at the same time, sending them all stumbling forward laughing like children in a game of crack the whip. Summer fetched up against Zack's chest, Felipe behind her, and kissed Zack impulsively, catching at Felipe's hand as she did so.
It was Felipe's turn to pull her back and spin her, clumsily-- then Zack took Felipe away from her and showed him how to do it the right way. She laughed and danced forward, her bare feet leaving wet footprints on the concrete, and she was in Zack's arms and he was dipping her, then Felipe caught her up and twirled her much more neatly. And back and forth, trading hands, trading partners, skin on skin and palm on palm and she danced, laughing in the sunlight, the jazz in her ears and the concrete rough on her feet and the breeze in her hair and everything, everything absolutely, incomparably right.
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Lawn green 13 (sunscreen), faded blue 23 (Romance with me on a crowded floor)
Supplies and Materials: Frame, glitter (brilliant), pastels (party/festival).
Word Count: 1172
Rating: PG.
Summary: Summer and her boys at a concert.
Warnings: none
Notes: Meme fill for
shipwreck_light. This is a real thing that the National Gallery of Art really does. Summer left work early, to ensure she arrived first. She had a very particular spot that she liked best, on the lip of the round pool in the center of the Sculpture Garden; close enough to hear the music, not so close as to be deafened, half in the shade as the sun set, so she didn't get too hot. It was a popular spot. She'd learned to arrive early.
A dozen or so people were already there when she arrived, paddling their feet in the water and talking quietly among themselves. They were not in her spot, so Summer ignored them, sat down, and kicked off her heels. She'd known this was coming and hadn't worn stockings, so she could put her feet right in the water, feel the cool rippling over her skin, over her pinched toes and abused arches. Someday someone would convince the world that heels were not necessary for a woman to look professional. On that day, she would rejoice.
For now, she closed her eyes, braced her palms against the slightly gritty stone of the pool's lip, and tilted her head back, all just to feel. The breeze cool on her face, tugging lightly at the flyaway wispy hairs she could never quite tame. The rock equally cool beneath her, leeching out the heat of her walk until she felt comfortable again. The rumble of voices, rising slowly, like falling water to her ear. The sun, an almost tangible pressure on her skin.
The brush of a suit jacket against her arm.
She opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at Felipe. "Hello."
He smiled back, reached out and touched the tip of her nose very lightly. "You're turning pink, querida. Did you forget your sunscreen again?"
Summer felt too lazy just then to even try to lie. "Maybe," she said, and yawned. "I'm not sure."
Felipe tsked under his breath and pulled a tube from his pocket. "You and Zack, I swear," he said, dabbing sunscreen on her nose, rubbing it gently across the back of her neck, each movement a caress. "Without me you'd both turn into boiled lobsters."
He was probably right, so she hummed in agreement, enjoying the feel of the sunscreen cool on her skin and the pads of his fingers just the slightest bit rough beneath it. "Where is Zack?"
"Getting the beer." He studied her face critically, then nodded and capped the sunscreen. "You're done. He'll be here in a moment, never fear."
"I didn't." She hadn't. Friday night jazz concerts were their constant, this first summer together-- the three of them sitting side by side on the lip of the round pool, listening to the music and talking quietly with each other. All three of them came, barring a sudden corpse or public relations disaster they couldn't duck. And she was always in the middle, always between them, just as she was in their bed.
She liked that. It made her feel safe.
Someone turned on a speaker and screeched static across the pond, echoing and bouncing off the trees. Summer flinched into Felipe, who hugged her close. Zack, just arriving with the promised pitcher of beer, jumped and spilled a wave of beer onto the concrete walkway and his worn-out jacket sleeve.
"Damn," he said, without much heat. "They've got to get new speakers for these things."
"They're never going to," Felipe said, as someone in the background apologized for the noise. "You know the Gallery, never enough money." He took the beer away from Zack and kissed him in exchange, light and sweet. "Did you remember sunscreen?"
"Yes, Mom." Zack leaned down and kissed Summer, then sat down beside her, his long legs stretched into the walkway. Neither he nor Felipe liked getting their feet wet, but then, they didn't wear heels all day. "After the lecture you read me last sunburn I was hardly going to forget."
Felipe, pouring the beer, made a pleased noise. "Ah, so something does penetrate."
Zack leered at him. "Many things," he said. "There is much penetration in my life. I could perhaps arrange a demonstration."
Ah, and that was Felipe's favorite look-- huge, limpid brown eyes, his mouth just slightly turned up at the corners. He used it, Summer knew, when he wanted to seem naïve or innocent, even though he wasn't really. "Maybe more than one? I'm a slow learner."
Zack laughed, and accepted the beer Felipe passed to him. "I think you'll pick this up quick enough."
"Shh," Summer said, "the music's starting," and ignored the way her cheeks had warmed, too much to blame on the sun.
Under cover of a crashing chord from the stage, Zack leaned over and kissed her cheek, then bit her earlobe, very gently. "Sorry, love," he whispered. "Didn't mean to leave you out."
She couldn't ignore that flush. Especially not when Felipe leaned over himself and kissed her temple, mouth soft against her skin. He said nothing, though, just rested his head on her shoulder, and gradually the embarrassed arousal eased away.
The music helped. These concerts were always good, mellow or lively jazz, properly miked so the sound carried over the noise of the crowd. Lazy sunny afternoon under a clear blue sky, music in her ear, water on her feet, green life all around her and her boys at her side, looped around her and each other, beer bittersweet on her tongue.
"Summer," Zack said suddenly, and she turned to look at him, found him smiling broadly. "Dance with me."
"All right," she said, and gave him her hand. He spun her around and pulled her to her feet, spun her again and made her laugh. He could dance so well, Zack could, like the music was in his bones, and somehow he made her feel graceful even at her clumsiest.
"I want in," Felipe said, standing up, and she laughed, reached out to him. He could not dance, not with any rhythm or style, but it didn’t matter, he was lovely, and he was hers, and he tried so hard.
Felipe took her hand and Zack pulled at the same time, sending them all stumbling forward laughing like children in a game of crack the whip. Summer fetched up against Zack's chest, Felipe behind her, and kissed Zack impulsively, catching at Felipe's hand as she did so.
It was Felipe's turn to pull her back and spin her, clumsily-- then Zack took Felipe away from her and showed him how to do it the right way. She laughed and danced forward, her bare feet leaving wet footprints on the concrete, and she was in Zack's arms and he was dipping her, then Felipe caught her up and twirled her much more neatly. And back and forth, trading hands, trading partners, skin on skin and palm on palm and she danced, laughing in the sunlight, the jazz in her ears and the concrete rough on her feet and the breeze in her hair and everything, everything absolutely, incomparably right.
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All three of them came, barring a sudden corpse or public relations disaster they couldn't duck. And she was always in the middle, always between them, just as she was in their bed.
Sudden corpse? ROFLMAO
Adorable visual?
*heartbubbles*
She couldn't ignore that flush. Especially not when Felipe leaned over himself and kissed her temple, mouth soft against her skin. He said nothing, though, just rested his head on her shoulder, and gradually the embarrassed arousal eased away.
Ohmigod, I felt that. It was all *chu*.
Plus, I was honestly curious how this threesome would handle the dancing. That was not an eventuality I suspected. It is way cuter and more than that original! Plus, you can really catch the rhythmic of the music in the sentences there at the end.
Awesome.
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When I get around to printing out comments and giving them to my cat, this will be the first.
Thank you!
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Seriously, your description just took a level in badass. You should be proud.
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And the dancing. Oh goodness, the dancing. It's adorable and upbeat and it works.
You have reduced me to incoherent glee, otherwise this comment would make more sense. :Pno subject
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EEEEE :D
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