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Found something my Cupcake needed.
A: Anxious.
The clock ticks. She paces back and forth. It ticks again.
And her eyes glance, for the umpteenth time, at the front door. He's been gone for a long time. TOO long, in her mind.
But then, that isn't saying much. If he's gone for longer than a second, that's "too long" for her.
"Peya..."
A hand gently grabs her shoulder & turns her around. A white-haired young man, with sympathetic silver eyes.
"He'll be fine. Okay?" Zhivago states softly. Allowing her brother-like friend to pull her into his arms,
she hides her face in his chest, hoping that Charles will come home as soon as possible.
The storm outside, & the ache in her chest have something in common:
They're both getting worse by each passing second.
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B: Batter
"Charles, for the last time, STOP." She scolds him. It's a bit unsuccessful though, sense she's still grinning like an idiot.
She's caught him red handed. Again. She leaves the kitchen for five minutes, & when she returns,
she finds her blue-haired partner in crime sneaking another chocolate chip chunk of dough into his mouth.
Really, she wonders why she bothers to cook ANYTHING in this house with him around. He, of course, only smiles as innocently as possible,
hiding his hands behind his back. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He states, shaking his head.
Peya raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips, & stares. He stares back.
And their two dogs Sonic & Shadow lie on the floor, watching their masters compete in an impromptu staring contest.
He loses, of course, when he sighs in defeat & blinks.
Peya laughs and continues stirring. Charles wraps his arms around her waist from behind.
And in the next moment, a loud smack can be heard as the spoon meets the skin of his sneaky little hand.
When will that boy learn?
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C: Couch
A grunt. He shifts, turning onto his side.
Wincing as the springs from the couch dig into said side, he shifts yet again with a little groan.
A sigh escapes his lips as he finally decides to screw it all & lie on his back, staring at the fan on the ceiling.
"Nice going, Charles," he mutters to himself. "You manged to end up on the couch for not one, but TWO damn nights in a row."
He turns his head to look at the black German Shepherd currently panting a foot away. "At least I have a room mate."
He mutters, reaching out to scratch Shadow behind his ears.
The dog decides to abandon him, though, turning & walking out of the living room & towards the direction of the bedroom.
Of HIS bedroom, damn it. HIS bedroom that he's currently not allowed to enter at the moment, due to his rather pissed off girlfriend's orders.
He glares after the dog, grumbling, "Man's best friend my a**." Another sigh, another grunt, another futile attempt to get comfortable.
And hours later, sleep mercifully comes to him, as restless as it may be.
The next morning, though, as he drifts along between the feelings of begin awake & being asleep,
he realizes that his chest feels strangely heavy. Heavier than it felt BEFORE he went to sleep.
So after yawning & wriggling to at least get one arm freed from under the unknown object that's currently pinning him down, he opens his eyes...and blinks.
Once. Twice. Three times. "The...hell?"
To say that he's confused would be an understatement.
Because there, sleeping on top of him, is the very girl that put him on the couch to begin with.
She mumbles something in her sleep, hiding her face in his chest as if to fend off the little streaks of light seeping in through the blinds.
And Charles, in spite of the situation, can't help but smile, albeit tiredly.
"So..." he mumbles quietly, wrapping his free arm around her waist, "It looks like you couldn't sleep that good either without your favorite pillow."
A kisses is planted on her forehead, & his eyes close once again.
It's Saturday. He's sleeping in, damn it. And now...the couch strangely feels a lot more comfortable than it felt the night before.
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D: Days
(Note: I realize that this is definitely too long to be considered a drabble...But I had to write it, anyhow. It's my way of...coping.)
On the first day, it's a kiss, and the tightest embrace that she's ever received from him.
She doesn't care that people are staring. He doesn't care that it's getting harder to breathe.
And neither of them really care that his plane will be taking off soon.
A month is a long time.
But even so, a little voice (God DAMN that voice) in the back of her head reminds her that this is a once in a lifetime chance for him.
That it's something special, & that he shouldn't sacrifice this for her, or all people. So she listens to that voice, & pulls her lips slowly away from his.
"You should...you should go, now." She says in a tone so quiet that SHE barely even hears it.
Maybe it's because she's hoping that HE won't hear it either. But he does. And his eyes lose their brightness. "Yeah..."
She's dying on the inside. But she won't show it.
Not yet. Instead, she smiles & releases a forced giggle. "Then let me go, hon."
And by some miracle (or curse) he does. His arms release her waist, & her arms unwrap themselves from around his neck.
She says, 'Have fun. And take a hell of a lot of pictures.' He says, 'I will.'
And before either of them can change their minds, he turns & walks away.
She stands there. She's immediately numb.
But her lips still tingle & pleasantly burn. Her eyes begin to burn as well.
But only when she hears the plane, HIS plane, taking off, does she allow salty drops to fall from her eyes. One after another.
Slowly at first. Until...they just can't stop. She doesn't register the sounds that come out of her voice.
She doesn't acknowledge the arms of Zhivago, Sakura, Sparky & Rei that wrap around her in an effort to try to comfort her.
She doesn't hear the words of encouragement whispered into her ears. ('Hang in there. He wants you to.' 'It'll all fly by & he'll be home before you know it.' 'You can stay at my house, & we'll eat ice cream & watch funny movies all night, every night, okay?' 'I'm sure he'll miss you just as much.')
No...She doesn't notice any of that. Because she can only focus on the fact that she's come to a very painful realization,
"Charles is gone...And a month is...a REALLY long time."
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On the tenth day, it's pizza, ice cream, & 5 people crammed into a tiny little living room.
Four out of those five people, the girls to be precise, are laughing their cute little butts off.
One out of the five, the young man, however is scowling.
"Oh, suuuuuure. Laugh it up. Cause, you know, it's totally NOT embarrassing that Rei just made it look like I peed on myself."
"I-it was an accident, though! I swear!" The smallest girl out of all of them said through her giggles.
There was a moment of still silence as everybody took in exactly what she said, & the double meaning to the statement.
And just like that, Peya, Sakura, Sparky & Rei were all rolling around on the floor, crying with laughter.
Zhivago's face turned a ANOTHER shade (if it was even possible) of red, & stood up, wet pants & all & stalked out of the room,
muttering something about going to change & damn girls & their ******** up sense of humor.
About 15 minutes later, the girls were laying on their backs, staring at the ceiling with goofy smiles on their faces.
"Guys?" Peya spoke suddenly. "Yeah?" Sakura & Sparky stated at the same time. She broke out into giggles again, "Thanks. This is awesome."
The other 3 could only smile with one thought only, "Mission accomplished."
Rei turned her head to the left as she heard a short little vibrating sound.
"Hey, Peya? You got a text, or something."
Too lazy & comfortable to move, the baby-faced girl just slid the phone across the floor.
Holding up in front of her face, she unlocked the screen, her eyes lighting up immediately when she saw the name "Charles" flashing across her screen.
"You guys, it's him! It's from him!" All laziness & comfort was forgotten as the rest of them scrambled over to where she was sitting, babbling,
squealing, & speaking the language that only excited & giddy girls can understand perfectly.
The message was opened in an instant. And in the next second, on the screen of her phone appeared possibly the most lovely flower that she'd ever seen.
A caption was under it.
"It's an African violet. They're beautiful, rare, extremely hard to find. Heh...Kind of reminds me of you."
It took one second to blink.
Three seconds for one of the prettiest, brightest smiles to form on her lips.
And quite a few seconds for her friends to squeal again. Leaning in the doorway was a newly changed (and dryer) Zhivago.
Even he couldn't keep from smiling.
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On day 20, it's hot cocoa, & an over-sized blue hoodie. HIS over-sized blue hoodie to be exact.
Letters are scattered everywhere. A white teddy bear serves as her security blanket. And a DVD plays with moving memories flashing on the tv screen.
She smiles & hugs the bear closer as she continues to watch.
She remembers that day, on the beach.
She squeals onscreen as Charles spins around with her slung over his shoulder.
Somewhere in the background, Sparky is chasing after Zhivago, trying to get him to give her a piggy back ride.
And Sakura's behind the camera, muttering every few seconds or so,
"You guys are idiots, I swear." The insult's not that effective, though, since she's laughing.
Just then from somewhere off-screen, Rei makes a statement that Peya has sand on her butt, & Charles nearly dies laughing.
Peya hits him on his back, laughing as well as he sets her down & pulls her close.
"Shut up! You can't even laugh at it, cause you know you think my sandy butt is cute anyway!"
Sakura makes a fake gagging sound, Rei sticks her hand infront of the screen for all of 5 seconds, just because she can.
But Peya, the PRESENT Peya, smiles with a slight blush as she remembers just what went on behind Rei's hand.
She rests her head on the pillows of the couch, snuggling even farther into the warm blue hoodie that STILL holds his scent.
"Hurry home...I miss you & your kisses, you know."
She drifts off to sleep in the blink of an eye.
The video automatically ends, but not before the scene of a certain couple walking down the beach, hand in hand, flashes on the screen.
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On day 31, nothing matters.
It's a day passed a month. And two pairs of feet are sticking out from underneath soft white sheets.
Her eyes are closed in perfect content. And a kiss is placed on her shoulder for the umpteenth time that afternoon.
She giggles at the tickling sensation of him whispering against the skin of said shoulder, "Now was that REALLY so bad?"
She only smiled & opened her eyes.
Those eyes fell on the calender on the wall across from them.
So many red X's. So many days. And yet...
"No, actually." She whispers back. "Turns out...a month really isn't that long of a time."
In Everything. (A Drabble Collection) Part 2
E: Electricity
(WARNING: Suggestive Content Ahead)
Little tongues of fire, stand proudly ontop of towers made of slowly melting wax. Candles in the kitchen. In the living room.
In the bathroom. In EVERY room. A peaceful, warm glow is released all through the small, yet comfortable abode.
And for a split moment, there is silence. Said silence, however, is soon shatered by a voice. HER voice. But her voice is different than usual.
Much more different. Wheras she would usually speak softly & laugh like the little chime of bells, now her voice is something...Huskier. Needier.
Completely devoid of it's usual innocence.
"C-Charles...! Ngh!"
The door to the candle-lit bedroom is sealed shut & locked tightly...not that anyone would come over this time of night,
but HE wasn't going to take any chances.
It's funny, because he had sulked a bit at first at the prospect of giving up a night or two of TV & video game-playing.
But why waste time on those trivial things when there were other much more amusing and...satifying games to play?
He smirks against her neck, his eyes dancing with a flame all their own as his hands & mouth tease her almost mercilessly.
Really, he's just being downrght EVIL right now. "Yes, love~?" He whispers, his voice like liquid silk in her ears. Well,
THAT'S no helping anything.
She whimpers again for the umpteenth time, & pleads as if she's begging for her life...Not that this is any less urgeant, since,
a small part of her brain that can still (surprisingly)
functions correctly believes that she'll shrivel up & DIE if he doesn't move his hands just a little bit
"L-Lower!"
Oh sweet Jesus, he is loving this. But he always does.
Usually, if she's not irritated or completely livid about something, she is calm, cool, collected.
Peaceful, even. And donkt get him wrong, he does enjoy that aspect of her,
but there are times when men will be men & disrupt the peace. This is one of those times.
"Hmmm...Should I? Because I think," a kiss is placed on her neck "I'd like to go a bit higher up, actually."
And he nearly unravels at the groan that comes out of her mouth. Not yet, though. That can come later.
True to his teasing words, his hand does indeed inch up higher until his fingers find a little something that makes her scream for the first time of many
that night.
She arches into him & squirms. He grins like a wolf & chuckles.
And she curses him to oblivion a thousand times over in her mind until he makes sure that she forgets how to think, breathe,
hear...or ANYTHING that distracts her from just FEELING. And feel she does.
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As the night hours turn into early morning hours, & as a few of the little wax towers melt & fall completely,
a certain couple lies half awake in a sticky & sweaty pile of sheets. Even as he's trying to catch his breath,
he still seems to have enough oxygen to release a chuckle. She, for her part simply rests her forehead against his chest,
muttering a few tired profanities.
"Hey...Just admit that you enjoyed it~" He murmurs into her hair. "And just admit that you're a god damn sadist..."
She says with her pout evident in her voice. There so goes being cute and (almost) innocent again.
"And you're secretly a masochist, so I really don't see what the problem is, Jackie."
And he receives no response. He glances down at the slo rise & fall of her bare back & figures that she's out cold, now.
He had to admit (with no smal amount of pride) that he really did a number on her tonight. Satisfied with a job well done,
his eyelids begin to grow heavy. He doesn't dare deny them when they fall closed, what with him not realy wanting to in the first place.
But just when he thinks he's on his way to a well-earned night/morning of sleep,
he instead let's out a surprised yelp when he feels a sharp bite at the base of his neck.
He stares at the ceiling with wide eyes for a few moments bfore his pretty young wife slowly pushes herself up to look him in the eye.
Her eyes seem to have stolen his previous fire, & her lips are twisted up in a cute, but very develish smirk.
His voice catches in his throat, forcing him to swallow it down enough to attempt to speak.
"J...Jackie...?"
And his eyes widen a bit more as she leans down to whisper two smple, but heavy words in his ear:
"My turn~"
The power might be out. But the electricity, by all means, isn't.
 sonic3ze · Fri Oct 18, 2013 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |
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