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rainbowfic2013-08-22 11:18 pm
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Summertime Blues 6, Stars and Stripes 24: Heat
Author: Kat
Title: Heat
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Summertime blues 6 (Heat does strange things to people.), stars and stripes 24 (“Never throw caution to the wind. It could whip back into your eyes and blind you.”)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (first persooooon), glue (You might be overwhelmed by an odd situation today when brainy Mercury aligns with crazy Uranus.), acrylic (University library), novelty beads (not doing that again).
Word Count: 351
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Oh, hey, this is awkward.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Dray asked Jake on the Lint Roller, "Tell us about the hottest date (or tryst or experience-in-general) you ever had." I wussed out on the porn, but you try writing first-person porn with a guy who won't say sexy words. At all.
Oh, hey, this is awkward.
Well, first of all, it wasn't with Olivia. I barely remember the girl it was with—Brittney? I think? She was in my American Government class anyway, and I remember that for certain because we were in study group together, and the rest of our group ditched.
I wasn't very good at... anything beyond academics in college, so I completely missed that she was flirting with me. I look back on it now and wince, trust me. I mean, she was pulling out all the stops; asking me out for coffee, cleavage, sexual innuendo, the whole shebang. But nineteen-year-old me completely missed it, I think mostly because the A/C broke, and the library was really hot.
So when she leaned over the table and kissed me, you could say it was kind of a shock.
Um. Anyway. We, uh, went on from there, at least until the librarians kicked us out. And let me tell you, that is so unlike me. I like, um, carrying on, okay, I just don't particularly like doing it anywhere that's even remotely public, and the university library? Definitely not private. I've never done it again (except that one time and it wasn't really public and Olivia had just told me she was pregnant and—let's just say that Mrs. Hirschfeld is a terrible influence and leave it at that).
Then we went back to her dorm room and, um, continued. It was, uh, really good? Really good. And fun. So we kept continuing, for most of that semester, until I found out she was... continuing with a bunch of other guys as well.
To be fair to... Brittney or Bridget or whatever her name was, we never actually were dating, or agreed to be exclusive. Nineteen-year-old me was kind of dumb about relationships though, and so we broke up. Or whatever you call it when you're really just friends with benefits. And after that I managed to pass American Government, though God alone knows how.
But anyway. That was it. And now I'm never going to talk about it again.
Title: Heat
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Summertime blues 6 (Heat does strange things to people.), stars and stripes 24 (“Never throw caution to the wind. It could whip back into your eyes and blind you.”)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (first persooooon), glue (You might be overwhelmed by an odd situation today when brainy Mercury aligns with crazy Uranus.), acrylic (University library), novelty beads (not doing that again).
Word Count: 351
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Oh, hey, this is awkward.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Dray asked Jake on the Lint Roller, "Tell us about the hottest date (or tryst or experience-in-general) you ever had." I wussed out on the porn, but you try writing first-person porn with a guy who won't say sexy words. At all.
Oh, hey, this is awkward.
Well, first of all, it wasn't with Olivia. I barely remember the girl it was with—Brittney? I think? She was in my American Government class anyway, and I remember that for certain because we were in study group together, and the rest of our group ditched.
I wasn't very good at... anything beyond academics in college, so I completely missed that she was flirting with me. I look back on it now and wince, trust me. I mean, she was pulling out all the stops; asking me out for coffee, cleavage, sexual innuendo, the whole shebang. But nineteen-year-old me completely missed it, I think mostly because the A/C broke, and the library was really hot.
So when she leaned over the table and kissed me, you could say it was kind of a shock.
Um. Anyway. We, uh, went on from there, at least until the librarians kicked us out. And let me tell you, that is so unlike me. I like, um, carrying on, okay, I just don't particularly like doing it anywhere that's even remotely public, and the university library? Definitely not private. I've never done it again (except that one time and it wasn't really public and Olivia had just told me she was pregnant and—let's just say that Mrs. Hirschfeld is a terrible influence and leave it at that).
Then we went back to her dorm room and, um, continued. It was, uh, really good? Really good. And fun. So we kept continuing, for most of that semester, until I found out she was... continuing with a bunch of other guys as well.
To be fair to... Brittney or Bridget or whatever her name was, we never actually were dating, or agreed to be exclusive. Nineteen-year-old me was kind of dumb about relationships though, and so we broke up. Or whatever you call it when you're really just friends with benefits. And after that I managed to pass American Government, though God alone knows how.
But anyway. That was it. And now I'm never going to talk about it again.
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That voice.
YOU NAILED IT.
NAILED IT.
PUNS.
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Thank you!