just the thing (prompts post)

[harborshore]

Stolen from soundslikej:


give me two characters I write (from two different canons or two different bands, please), and a prompt, and I'll tell you about one time they kiss.

anything from my interests is fair game, as is anything you've seen me flailing over recently. responses likely, but not guaranteed.

Comments

they count as from two different bands, so that works! :D

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"Shhhh," Z said, trying to shift on the couch without falling off. She was under a blanket with Ryan, curled up in the aftermath of what had been, in hindsight, a little bit too much of a party when they were both supposed to rehearse tomorrow.

But it was okay, Z thought, shifting a little closer again, it was okay, because when he was drunk like this, Ryan was less prickly (she would have recognized the sharpness of band difficulties even if she hadn't known Ryan had started a new band) and he talked about anything that came into his head and made her talk too, made her tell him stories and it was easy to cuddle him like this. She'd tried not to want him as more of a friend (she was good at attracting the emotionally complicated, which seemed to disprove the whole adage about opposites attracting, but that didn't mean she didn't know it would be smart to avoid another difficult situation), but sometimes it was very difficult not to. Want, that is.

He stroked her cheek a little, his eyes way too clear for being as drunk as they both were. "Hey," he said again.

"Don't wake Tennessee up," she whispered, because her drummer was asleep on the floor behind them in a nest of pillows.

"I wouldn't," he whispered. "She was really tired."

Z nodded. She was. Tennessee often had too much to think about, and so she was often tired.

"Are you sleepy too?" Ryan whispered, and somehow he shifted a little closer without making them fall off (this couch was not exactly made for two).

"No," Z said (totally lying, even if Ryan's hand stroking her cheek was making her less tired and more achy). "No, I'm not." And then, because she was drunk and as such had a perfectly acceptable vodka alibi, she leaned in the last two inches and kissed Ryan lightly, so lightly, except she felt the weight behind it and knew this time there'd be no avoiding any train wreck at all. But maybe they'd stay on the rails together, somehow.