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rainbowfic2012-08-18 10:49 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-18 10:49 pm
Orange 8: Cravings
Author: Kat
Title: Cravings
Story: In the Heart and Second Genesis
Colors: Orange 8 (who loves orange soda)
Supplies and Materials: Collage, mosaic, eraser (Kurt/Joy AU), oils (playing favorites), pastels (taking advantage).
Word Count: 237
Rating: PG.
Summary: Joy demands footrubs; Kurt delivers.
Warnings: none.
Notes: So much Joy lately. Hope you guys don't mind.
"We are out of orange soda," Joy says, without preamble, "and my feet hurt. Fix this."
Kurt would be upset-- he was just getting into his book-- except she says it nicely, and she is eight months pregnant. Allowances must be made. "Okay," he says, and pats his knees. "Foot massage first, then we'll see about the soda."
Joy sits down and swings her feet into his lap, and lets out a frankly obscene groan when he presses his thumbs hard into the arch of her foot. "Fuck. Fuck, that feels good."
"Glad to hear it," he says, and he is, in more ways than one, which since her feet are in his lap she's going to notice relatively quickly. He switches feet after about ten minutes and gets another moan. "Feeling better?"
"Much," she says, and pokes his thigh with the foot he's not holding. "Feels like you are too."
He blushes, and grins down at her feet. Her toenails are painted a sparkling pink. Considering how pregnant she is he's not sure how she did that. "Yeah, well, you do that to me. And you'd better stop, or I won't be able to go out in public to get you your soda."
"I changed my mind," she says, and sits up, slides her arms around his shoulders, kisses his ear. "I'm craving something else."
Never let it be said her cravings aren't easy to satisfy.
Title: Cravings
Story: In the Heart and Second Genesis
Colors: Orange 8 (who loves orange soda)
Supplies and Materials: Collage, mosaic, eraser (Kurt/Joy AU), oils (playing favorites), pastels (taking advantage).
Word Count: 237
Rating: PG.
Summary: Joy demands footrubs; Kurt delivers.
Warnings: none.
Notes: So much Joy lately. Hope you guys don't mind.
"We are out of orange soda," Joy says, without preamble, "and my feet hurt. Fix this."
Kurt would be upset-- he was just getting into his book-- except she says it nicely, and she is eight months pregnant. Allowances must be made. "Okay," he says, and pats his knees. "Foot massage first, then we'll see about the soda."
Joy sits down and swings her feet into his lap, and lets out a frankly obscene groan when he presses his thumbs hard into the arch of her foot. "Fuck. Fuck, that feels good."
"Glad to hear it," he says, and he is, in more ways than one, which since her feet are in his lap she's going to notice relatively quickly. He switches feet after about ten minutes and gets another moan. "Feeling better?"
"Much," she says, and pokes his thigh with the foot he's not holding. "Feels like you are too."
He blushes, and grins down at her feet. Her toenails are painted a sparkling pink. Considering how pregnant she is he's not sure how she did that. "Yeah, well, you do that to me. And you'd better stop, or I won't be able to go out in public to get you your soda."
"I changed my mind," she says, and sits up, slides her arms around his shoulders, kisses his ear. "I'm craving something else."
Never let it be said her cravings aren't easy to satisfy.