How about Lyn-Z/Mac? *grins* Let's pretend they're both at Hearst, yeah?
Mac knocks on Lyn-Z's door with only a little bit of trepidation.
Okay, a lot. Lyn-Z Ballato has this really unsettling tendency to make Mac's palms sweaty and, like, Mac stammers when she talks to her and it's just embarrassing, all of it.
Except she really likes Lyn-Z, so she wants to keep talking to her. And now Lyn-Z has invited her over, because she wants Mac's help with a website she wants to make for her art class and this is crazy and Mac should just turn around and--
The door opens and Mac smiles helplessly at Lyn-Z, who looks really happy to see her.
"Come in!"
And Mac goes, taking a deep breath and going through what she was going to say. "I thought we could start with--" and then she doesn't know how to continue, because Lyn-Z's dorm room (a seriously sweet single) is, well, there's a blanket fort. The desk is still uncovered, but the bed is hidden beneath a couple of blankets that hang from the shelves across the bed, anchored with what looks like two enormous books on art. Also, there are pillows everywhere.
"You made a blanket fort," she says, instead of going into her thoughts on Web Design for Newbies.
Lyn-Z smiles, this bright, unfettered smile that makes Mac's breath catch. "Yeah," she says, and she sounds shy, which is something Mac's never heard in Lyn-Z's voice before. "I thought maybe, um--" and she edges a little closer to Mac, so close Mac could just lean in and, oh, now she really can't breathe.
"Really?" she manages, and Lyn-Z nods, reaching out and touching her face.
"I just," she says, "you're kind of amazing and I always want to kiss you." Which she does, at that, softly and quickly, and Mac doesn't think either of them is ever going to stop smiling.
Lyn-Z breaks away to continue, cheeks going red, "I didn't know how to tell you, so I thought, you know, blanket forts are kind of the universal signal for cuddling, or, maybe--"
"I like 'or maybe'," Mac says, as firmly as she can, and feels something sing inside, something she thought she'd forgotten how to recognize. She holds out her hand and Lyn-Z pulls her in close, and then they crawl onto the bed and Mac wants, oh, she just wants so much.
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Mac/Lyn-Z, 1/2
Date: 2009-10-08 04:49 pm (UTC)Mac knocks on Lyn-Z's door with only a little bit of trepidation.
Okay, a lot. Lyn-Z Ballato has this really unsettling tendency to make Mac's palms sweaty and, like, Mac stammers when she talks to her and it's just embarrassing, all of it.
Except she really likes Lyn-Z, so she wants to keep talking to her. And now Lyn-Z has invited her over, because she wants Mac's help with a website she wants to make for her art class and this is crazy and Mac should just turn around and--
The door opens and Mac smiles helplessly at Lyn-Z, who looks really happy to see her.
"Come in!"
And Mac goes, taking a deep breath and going through what she was going to say. "I thought we could start with--" and then she doesn't know how to continue, because Lyn-Z's dorm room (a seriously sweet single) is, well, there's a blanket fort. The desk is still uncovered, but the bed is hidden beneath a couple of blankets that hang from the shelves across the bed, anchored with what looks like two enormous books on art. Also, there are pillows everywhere.
"You made a blanket fort," she says, instead of going into her thoughts on Web Design for Newbies.
Lyn-Z smiles, this bright, unfettered smile that makes Mac's breath catch. "Yeah," she says, and she sounds shy, which is something Mac's never heard in Lyn-Z's voice before. "I thought maybe, um--" and she edges a little closer to Mac, so close Mac could just lean in and, oh, now she really can't breathe.
"Really?" she manages, and Lyn-Z nods, reaching out and touching her face.
"I just," she says, "you're kind of amazing and I always want to kiss you." Which she does, at that, softly and quickly, and Mac doesn't think either of them is ever going to stop smiling.
Lyn-Z breaks away to continue, cheeks going red, "I didn't know how to tell you, so I thought, you know, blanket forts are kind of the universal signal for cuddling, or, maybe--"
"I like 'or maybe'," Mac says, as firmly as she can, and feels something sing inside, something she thought she'd forgotten how to recognize. She holds out her hand and Lyn-Z pulls her in close, and then they crawl onto the bed and Mac wants, oh, she just wants so much.