Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 22, 2010 11:02:26 GMT 10
Title: Not Exactly News
Rating: PG-13
Length: about 350 words
Competitor: Buriam Tourakom
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: It's all Buri's idea...
We decided that I'd be the one to ask, and I was just waiting for the right moment. I thought I was doing a fair job keeping my peace, but I'd forgotten how good Kel is at reading faces. It must be from all those years among the Yamanis.
At the baths, she watched me as I sunk into the pool. “Out with it,” she finally said. “You've been on the edge of announcing something all day. Something Raoul already knows – at dinner last night, he had that look, as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. I thought maybe you were pregnant, but...” she looked at me, water coming just halfway up my chest. Studying my breasts, I realized, and felt blood flooding my cheeks. “That's not it. So, what's the news?”
“It's more a question,” I began. I had it all planned out, exactly how I was going to explain. But in that moment, I remembered who I was talking to: Kel, always down to earth and realistic and true. She wouldn't want flowery speeches, and she was smart enough to figure out the reasons behind our proposition. So I just leaned forward in the water, across the space between us, and pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth opened under mine, but I held back, not wanting to seem pushy. It was easier to show her what I wanted, but if she didn't like the idea...
“Oh,” she said mildly, when I pulled away. The look on her face said her brain hadn't caught up with what had happened. Then her expression lit with understanding. “Was I right, that Raoul knows..?”
I nodded. “It's something we talked about.”
“You and me?” she asked. “Or all three of us?”
I grinned. “Either is good for me. And for you, I hope.”
When she was younger, she would have over-thought it, analyzing into next week. But she'd grown into herself in the past few years – gained confidence, and come to understand herself. This woman, Kel the lady knight, grinned back.
Rating: PG-13
Length: about 350 words
Competitor: Buriam Tourakom
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: It's all Buri's idea...
We decided that I'd be the one to ask, and I was just waiting for the right moment. I thought I was doing a fair job keeping my peace, but I'd forgotten how good Kel is at reading faces. It must be from all those years among the Yamanis.
At the baths, she watched me as I sunk into the pool. “Out with it,” she finally said. “You've been on the edge of announcing something all day. Something Raoul already knows – at dinner last night, he had that look, as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. I thought maybe you were pregnant, but...” she looked at me, water coming just halfway up my chest. Studying my breasts, I realized, and felt blood flooding my cheeks. “That's not it. So, what's the news?”
“It's more a question,” I began. I had it all planned out, exactly how I was going to explain. But in that moment, I remembered who I was talking to: Kel, always down to earth and realistic and true. She wouldn't want flowery speeches, and she was smart enough to figure out the reasons behind our proposition. So I just leaned forward in the water, across the space between us, and pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth opened under mine, but I held back, not wanting to seem pushy. It was easier to show her what I wanted, but if she didn't like the idea...
“Oh,” she said mildly, when I pulled away. The look on her face said her brain hadn't caught up with what had happened. Then her expression lit with understanding. “Was I right, that Raoul knows..?”
I nodded. “It's something we talked about.”
“You and me?” she asked. “Or all three of us?”
I grinned. “Either is good for me. And for you, I hope.”
When she was younger, she would have over-thought it, analyzing into next week. But she'd grown into herself in the past few years – gained confidence, and come to understand herself. This woman, Kel the lady knight, grinned back.