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Dirt Brown #4, Harvard Crimson #16, Tango Pink #15
Name: kay_brooke
Story: Unusual Florida
Colors: Dirt Brown #4 (cave), Harvard Crimson #16 (meal plan), Tango Pink #15 (grinding)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads
Word Count: 726
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Karen and Kevin move in together.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“That’s the last of the boxes,” said Karen, wiping away an errant strand of dark hair that had fallen into her eyes. “Now I guess it’s just...unpack.” She sighed heavily and collapsed over the arm of the sofa, which they had temporarily shoved into the hallway to make room for other things. They would have to move it if they wanted to get to the bedroom, but since they didn’t actually have a bed yet…
The sofa was comfortable. Maybe she would just doze off right there.
“Look at this,” said Kevin, emerging from the kitchen--well, the area in the corner of the tiny living room that was given over to a stove, a sink, and about a foot of counter space. He was holding a flier, something he had probably taken out of his mailbox at the student union and shoved into his bag without looking at it. “Tranzer’s got a new publication coming out about up and coming camera technology--”
“No work,” Karen ordered him. “No. I can’t even think about movies right now, Kevin. We just moved a few tons of stuff.”
Kevin perched on the sofa arm; Karen moved her legs to accommodate him. “There’s going to be a presentation about it Tuesday night, was all I was going to say. Just because we live off campus now doesn’t mean we can neglect things like this.”
“I never once said we should.” She shoved at him a little with her foot. “You want to actually help me move some of this furniture into place, or do you want to do food first?”
“Pantry’s not exactly stocked,” said Kevin. “You have money?”
“When do I ever have money?”
“That answers that question, then.”
Karen groaned and covered her face with her hands. As exciting as it had been to find an apartment off campus with Kevin for their senior year, at the moment she was questioning that decision a little bit. If she was still on campus she’d just have to go to a cafeteria, the food already paid for with her room and board bill. Now she had to fend for herself. She and Kevin. Together, but no less broke for that. Two zeroes was still zero, and they had spent their pooled savings on the first month’s rent for the apartment. Both worked part time jobs, but neither would be paid for another week.
“We can go over to Stacy’s,” said Kevin. “It’s pizza-and-beer Friday. You know she’ll spot us our share until we can pay her back.”
“Pizza and beer and movie dissection Friday,” said Karen. “I told you, no movies. Not right now.”
“It’s a Ronald Colman marathon.” Kevin grinned at her.
“Silent or talkies?”
“Silent, of couse.”
“Pass,” said Karen. “His voice is the only thing that does it for me.”
“Philistine.”
“Luddite.”
“Then what do you want to do?” As he was talking, Kevin slid down beside her, brushing against the wall and squashing her into the back of the sofa.
“Mm. Staying here forever might be nice.” She snuggled into his side.
“On the sofa? In the hallway?”
“Why not?”
“Because we have unpacking to do. Or pizza and beer. Your choice.”
“And what if I don’t move?” Karen slipped a hand underneath Kevin’s shirt and made her way up to his chest.
“I guess then I’ll just have to make you.” Kevin squirmed slightly under her touch.
“I see. But there’s going to be a problem with that.” She extricated herself from the folds of the sofa and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. “How are you going to move when I’m on top of you? And an even more important question, do you want to?” Her other hand flicked at his belt buckle.
“Well,” he said, “I may be coming around to your way of thinking.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really,” he said, sliding his hands up her sides. “I mean, we’ve worked so hard today, we’re entitled to some fun, I think.”
She leaned down and kissed him delicately, teasingly, on his mouth, her lips just barely brushing his. He let out a little whimper. “Is that all I get?”
“There’s more, if you’re willing to work for it.”
“More work?” But he had already rid her of her shirt, and what came after that wasn’t much like work at all.
kay_brookeStory: Unusual Florida
Colors: Dirt Brown #4 (cave), Harvard Crimson #16 (meal plan), Tango Pink #15 (grinding)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads
Word Count: 726
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Karen and Kevin move in together.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“That’s the last of the boxes,” said Karen, wiping away an errant strand of dark hair that had fallen into her eyes. “Now I guess it’s just...unpack.” She sighed heavily and collapsed over the arm of the sofa, which they had temporarily shoved into the hallway to make room for other things. They would have to move it if they wanted to get to the bedroom, but since they didn’t actually have a bed yet…
The sofa was comfortable. Maybe she would just doze off right there.
“Look at this,” said Kevin, emerging from the kitchen--well, the area in the corner of the tiny living room that was given over to a stove, a sink, and about a foot of counter space. He was holding a flier, something he had probably taken out of his mailbox at the student union and shoved into his bag without looking at it. “Tranzer’s got a new publication coming out about up and coming camera technology--”
“No work,” Karen ordered him. “No. I can’t even think about movies right now, Kevin. We just moved a few tons of stuff.”
Kevin perched on the sofa arm; Karen moved her legs to accommodate him. “There’s going to be a presentation about it Tuesday night, was all I was going to say. Just because we live off campus now doesn’t mean we can neglect things like this.”
“I never once said we should.” She shoved at him a little with her foot. “You want to actually help me move some of this furniture into place, or do you want to do food first?”
“Pantry’s not exactly stocked,” said Kevin. “You have money?”
“When do I ever have money?”
“That answers that question, then.”
Karen groaned and covered her face with her hands. As exciting as it had been to find an apartment off campus with Kevin for their senior year, at the moment she was questioning that decision a little bit. If she was still on campus she’d just have to go to a cafeteria, the food already paid for with her room and board bill. Now she had to fend for herself. She and Kevin. Together, but no less broke for that. Two zeroes was still zero, and they had spent their pooled savings on the first month’s rent for the apartment. Both worked part time jobs, but neither would be paid for another week.
“We can go over to Stacy’s,” said Kevin. “It’s pizza-and-beer Friday. You know she’ll spot us our share until we can pay her back.”
“Pizza and beer and movie dissection Friday,” said Karen. “I told you, no movies. Not right now.”
“It’s a Ronald Colman marathon.” Kevin grinned at her.
“Silent or talkies?”
“Silent, of couse.”
“Pass,” said Karen. “His voice is the only thing that does it for me.”
“Philistine.”
“Luddite.”
“Then what do you want to do?” As he was talking, Kevin slid down beside her, brushing against the wall and squashing her into the back of the sofa.
“Mm. Staying here forever might be nice.” She snuggled into his side.
“On the sofa? In the hallway?”
“Why not?”
“Because we have unpacking to do. Or pizza and beer. Your choice.”
“And what if I don’t move?” Karen slipped a hand underneath Kevin’s shirt and made her way up to his chest.
“I guess then I’ll just have to make you.” Kevin squirmed slightly under her touch.
“I see. But there’s going to be a problem with that.” She extricated herself from the folds of the sofa and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. “How are you going to move when I’m on top of you? And an even more important question, do you want to?” Her other hand flicked at his belt buckle.
“Well,” he said, “I may be coming around to your way of thinking.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really,” he said, sliding his hands up her sides. “I mean, we’ve worked so hard today, we’re entitled to some fun, I think.”
She leaned down and kissed him delicately, teasingly, on his mouth, her lips just barely brushing his. He let out a little whimper. “Is that all I get?”
“There’s more, if you’re willing to work for it.”
“More work?” But he had already rid her of her shirt, and what came after that wasn’t much like work at all.
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