intheheart (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
intheheart) wrote2019-06-25 12:09 am
intheheart) wrote2019-06-25 12:09 am
Entry tags:
Primates
Title: Primates
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy is distracting Valerie.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Valerie is one of Ivy's college girlfriends. The first of (I hope) thirty June fics about queer people. Pride month!
"Hey, Val," Ivy said. "Did you know that the world's smallest monkey weighs about three ounces at adulthood?"
Valerie, seated at her desk while Ivy sprawled across her bed, didn't bother looking up from her textbook. "Does it?"
"Yeah," Ivy said. "It's the pygmy marmoset. They can fit in the palm of your hand. But they're not the smallest primate, that's the mouse lemur. The smallest one of those weighs less than an ounce."
"Fascinating," Valerie murmured. It wasn't, not really, but Ivy did love animals and she wasn't going to discourage her girlfriend.
Though possibly she should have, because she could hear the enthusiasm in Ivy's voice when she spoke next. "Isn't it? There's twenty-four different species, of course--"
"Of course," Valerie said, trying to concentrate. Calculus was difficult enough without random animal facts.
"--so some of them are bigger, but they're never really any bigger than three ounces. That's so small! Humans weigh more than that by the time the mother's in her second trimester. I can't believe--"
"Ivy," Valerie said, shutting her textbook with a bang. "What are you reading?"
Ivy looked up from the book in question, her eyes huge and deliberately innocent. "Oh, my zoology textbook. We're covering primates."
"Mm-hmm." Valerie stood up and circled the desk, heading for her bed and for Ivy. She had sprawled out like that on purpose, all pale skin and big blue eyes and glowing, happy face. "Right. And you're not just trying to make me stop studying and kiss you?"
Ivy's eyes got bigger and more innocent. "No, of course not!" Then, when Valerie let the silence stretch, she added, "Not more than a little, anyway."
Valerie sighed, trying not to laugh. "Well, all right," she said, "but if I fail calculus it's your fault." She pounced, and Ivy shrieked a giggle.
Not much studying got done that afternoon.
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy is distracting Valerie.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Valerie is one of Ivy's college girlfriends. The first of (I hope) thirty June fics about queer people. Pride month!
"Hey, Val," Ivy said. "Did you know that the world's smallest monkey weighs about three ounces at adulthood?"
Valerie, seated at her desk while Ivy sprawled across her bed, didn't bother looking up from her textbook. "Does it?"
"Yeah," Ivy said. "It's the pygmy marmoset. They can fit in the palm of your hand. But they're not the smallest primate, that's the mouse lemur. The smallest one of those weighs less than an ounce."
"Fascinating," Valerie murmured. It wasn't, not really, but Ivy did love animals and she wasn't going to discourage her girlfriend.
Though possibly she should have, because she could hear the enthusiasm in Ivy's voice when she spoke next. "Isn't it? There's twenty-four different species, of course--"
"Of course," Valerie said, trying to concentrate. Calculus was difficult enough without random animal facts.
"--so some of them are bigger, but they're never really any bigger than three ounces. That's so small! Humans weigh more than that by the time the mother's in her second trimester. I can't believe--"
"Ivy," Valerie said, shutting her textbook with a bang. "What are you reading?"
Ivy looked up from the book in question, her eyes huge and deliberately innocent. "Oh, my zoology textbook. We're covering primates."
"Mm-hmm." Valerie stood up and circled the desk, heading for her bed and for Ivy. She had sprawled out like that on purpose, all pale skin and big blue eyes and glowing, happy face. "Right. And you're not just trying to make me stop studying and kiss you?"
Ivy's eyes got bigger and more innocent. "No, of course not!" Then, when Valerie let the silence stretch, she added, "Not more than a little, anyway."
Valerie sighed, trying not to laugh. "Well, all right," she said, "but if I fail calculus it's your fault." She pounced, and Ivy shrieked a giggle.
Not much studying got done that afternoon.