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I expanded that Shara/Kes fluff scene a lot and now it’s a complete little ficlet of like 3400 words but it doesn’t really… have a plot or anything… and probably fits a lot later in the chronology than anything I’ve posted… so I should probably sit on it until that story shakes out a little more and I can look at it and figure out where it goes. But. I finished a thing and want to post it. I haven’t finished a thing in so so so long, and I want to post a thing, and wahh. Etcetera. *shrug*
My deskmate is on vacation (at office job; this is why I’m here and not at the farm where I would be working on so many projects and be useful and fulfilled and also Not Writing so there’s that) and I really want to just screw around and not do anything, but he and I came up with some projects that it would be really great if I did and so I really should do them but.
I don’t want to, I want to sit and steal time and write.
Oh well.
(The climate control at work is broken, as well, so it’s a beautiful 65 outside and it’s 78 and climbing inside, with no ventilation of any kind, so that’s also awesome. Like, I’m glad it’s not 90 out, but it sucks that I’m sweating my ass off when it’s glorious late-summer outside, crisp and sunny and beautiful, and not only do I not have a window, I also don’t have any air to breathe. Sucks.)
Listen, though. Listen. This story is the fluffiest thing in the world and all I want is to roll around in it.
“Baby,” Shara said, “there better not be bugs in this grass.”
Kes rolled his head back and forth, face pressed into her neck. “No,” he said, blurry, sleepy. “No bugs. No bugs anywhere on this planet.”
“That’s clearly not true,” she said, and ooh, she just hated that he knew fine well that she didn’t know for sure. She didn’t understand ecosystems, it just wasn’t something she’d grown up knowing about, and so her baseline level of knowledge was way below par here.
“Swear,” he said. “I swear. No bugs.”
But he moved, and rolled back onto the blanket, and then kept rolling and rolled both of them up into the blanket, and Shara wound up on the bottom in a very tight blanket burrito but at least her hair wasn’t in the grass. “Baby,” she said, resigned.
“We’re safe now,” he said, and put his head down on her shoulder and pretended to go to sleep. One of her hands was trapped against his back somewhere just above his ass, but the other one could still reach his hair, so she petted his hair and let him pretend to be asleep, because she loved him and there was no point pretending she wouldn’t do just about anything for him.
Even put up with bugs.
Briefly.
I expanded that Shara/Kes fluff scene a lot and now it’s a complete little ficlet of like 3400 words but it doesn’t really… have a plot or anything… and probably fits a lot later in the chronology than anything I’ve posted… so I should probably sit on it until that story shakes out a little more and I can look at it and figure out where it goes. But. I finished a thing and want to post it. I haven’t finished a thing in so so so long, and I want to post a thing, and wahh. Etcetera. *shrug*
My deskmate is on vacation (at office job; this is why I’m here and not at the farm where I would be working on so many projects and be useful and fulfilled and also Not Writing so there’s that) and I really want to just screw around and not do anything, but he and I came up with some projects that it would be really great if I did and so I really should do them but.
I don’t want to, I want to sit and steal time and write.
Oh well.
(The climate control at work is broken, as well, so it’s a beautiful 65 outside and it’s 78 and climbing inside, with no ventilation of any kind, so that’s also awesome. Like, I’m glad it’s not 90 out, but it sucks that I’m sweating my ass off when it’s glorious late-summer outside, crisp and sunny and beautiful, and not only do I not have a window, I also don’t have any air to breathe. Sucks.)
Listen, though. Listen. This story is the fluffiest thing in the world and all I want is to roll around in it.
“Baby,” Shara said, “there better not be bugs in this grass.”
Kes rolled his head back and forth, face pressed into her neck. “No,” he said, blurry, sleepy. “No bugs. No bugs anywhere on this planet.”
“That’s clearly not true,” she said, and ooh, she just hated that he knew fine well that she didn’t know for sure. She didn’t understand ecosystems, it just wasn’t something she’d grown up knowing about, and so her baseline level of knowledge was way below par here.
“Swear,” he said. “I swear. No bugs.”
But he moved, and rolled back onto the blanket, and then kept rolling and rolled both of them up into the blanket, and Shara wound up on the bottom in a very tight blanket burrito but at least her hair wasn’t in the grass. “Baby,” she said, resigned.
“We’re safe now,” he said, and put his head down on her shoulder and pretended to go to sleep. One of her hands was trapped against his back somewhere just above his ass, but the other one could still reach his hair, so she petted his hair and let him pretend to be asleep, because she loved him and there was no point pretending she wouldn’t do just about anything for him.
Even put up with bugs.
Briefly.
