Make Out Meme!
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urbancate and morrigans_eve posted these, I felt like playing too. So there!
Anyway, here's the rules:
urbancate and morrigans_eve posted these, I felt like playing too. So there!Anyway, here's the rules:
Pick a pairing from my fandom(s), (included movies, TV, FakeTV shows, .. yall know what I write by now lol) and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words (OK clearly these are ending up longer than the meme required.. oops?) about the kiss that happened in that context.
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 01:22 am (UTC)Ben stalked out from the main barn toward the well-house, eyes locked on the figure filling 5-gallon jugs for the big house’s kitchen. What the hell was Lena thinking? Bad enough she was pregnant and had been expressly ordered not to strain herself (as he should know as he was the one giving those orders), but she, of all the resident Eves, knew first hand that a woman did not leave the safety of the house alone.
Even here at the ranch, there were any number of men who might take any opportunity to claim a woman as their own, despite the boss lady’s laying down the law on the subject. He picked up his pace, boots stomping in the dust as he saw her struggling to load one of the filled jugs onto a wagon beside her.
“Why the hell didn’t you just fill ‘em in the wagon?” That wasn’t what he’d wanted to ask, but he figured she’d take that question better than them hashing out the same conversation about her lack of the survival instinct God gave to lemmings they’d had half a dozen times in the week or so since she’d arrived.
“Because,” she said, nodding for him to help her lift the other two jugs, “the faucet was too low. Believe me I’d have done it that way otherwise.”
“It ever occur to you to ask for help? Or hell, to find something to do inside the house if you’re so desperate to pull your weight?” OK, so he might be re-hashing that conversation… but just a little.
She smiled and shook her head, luckily more amused by him than aggravated.
“Why bother when I know you’ll follow me out here even if I don’t ask?” she said cheekily, and he told himself his smile was just due to her being so much less afraid than she’d been only days before. She studied his face and then shook her head again. She stepped closer and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for the help, Benjamin.” She turned and headed back to the house, her steps slow so he could keep up with the loaded wagon. They both ignored the flush creeping up his neck.
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Date: 2011-07-08 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 05:45 pm (UTC)