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intheheart) wrote2012-04-24 04:29 pm
intheheart) wrote2012-04-24 04:29 pm
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Waltz
Title: Waltz
Rating: PG.
Summary: The morning after.
Warnings: Spring 2015.
Notes: Short pointless schmoop.
When Clara woke up, the bed beside her was still warm, but empty.
She yawned and sat up, rubbing her hand through her hair. Not too badly tangled, she thought, and Aaron had one of those stiff plastic brushes that worked enough like a comb for government work. She kicked off the blankets and swung out of bed, then wandered into the kitchen.
Aaron leaned against the counter, cradling a mug of tea against his chest, staring at the toaster as if that would make it finish faster. She smiled, then went over to him and patted his shoulder. "Morning, sweetie."
He smiled down at her, his hair standing up in spikes. "Morning. You want pancakes?"
"Please," she said, and prevented him from making any by squeezing in against his side. "Thanks for letting me crash here last night."
"Sure thing." He set the tea down and wrapped both arms around her waist, cuddling her close. "Kinda nice to have somebody else in the bed again."
She rested her head on his bare chest, and kissed his clavicle. "Again?" she asked.
He grinned. "Ivy used to climb into my bed every time we had a thunderstorm. Up to the age of eighteen."
"They really scare her, don't they," Clara said, thoughtfully, putting her arms around his neck. "I didn't think anything did."
"Hmm." Aaron settled his hands on her hips. "Thunderstorms. Abandonment. She fears some things, you'd just never know it." He rested his forehead against hers. "But enough about my sister. Does this mean you're gonna stay with me?"
"Duh," she said. "Dinner, movie, stargazing and cuddling afterwards? If I didn't know better I'd swear somebody made you just for me."
Aaron laughed. "I could say the same," he said, and without warning spun her into a quick-step waltz, humming some weird cross between Mozart and Tom Lehrer. Clara laughed and spun along with him, and vowed never to let him go.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The morning after.
Warnings: Spring 2015.
Notes: Short pointless schmoop.
When Clara woke up, the bed beside her was still warm, but empty.
She yawned and sat up, rubbing her hand through her hair. Not too badly tangled, she thought, and Aaron had one of those stiff plastic brushes that worked enough like a comb for government work. She kicked off the blankets and swung out of bed, then wandered into the kitchen.
Aaron leaned against the counter, cradling a mug of tea against his chest, staring at the toaster as if that would make it finish faster. She smiled, then went over to him and patted his shoulder. "Morning, sweetie."
He smiled down at her, his hair standing up in spikes. "Morning. You want pancakes?"
"Please," she said, and prevented him from making any by squeezing in against his side. "Thanks for letting me crash here last night."
"Sure thing." He set the tea down and wrapped both arms around her waist, cuddling her close. "Kinda nice to have somebody else in the bed again."
She rested her head on his bare chest, and kissed his clavicle. "Again?" she asked.
He grinned. "Ivy used to climb into my bed every time we had a thunderstorm. Up to the age of eighteen."
"They really scare her, don't they," Clara said, thoughtfully, putting her arms around his neck. "I didn't think anything did."
"Hmm." Aaron settled his hands on her hips. "Thunderstorms. Abandonment. She fears some things, you'd just never know it." He rested his forehead against hers. "But enough about my sister. Does this mean you're gonna stay with me?"
"Duh," she said. "Dinner, movie, stargazing and cuddling afterwards? If I didn't know better I'd swear somebody made you just for me."
Aaron laughed. "I could say the same," he said, and without warning spun her into a quick-step waltz, humming some weird cross between Mozart and Tom Lehrer. Clara laughed and spun along with him, and vowed never to let him go.