[Fic] Sky Dancing
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kittydesadeTitle: Sky Dancing
Source: Barton Hall Irregulars
Genre: Mainstream
Characters: Josie, Sean
Word Count: 1,364
Summary: A date with Josie and her Professor.
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origfic_bingo prompt "Cloud Watching"
Sean presented a picture that was worth capturing, leaning against a tree overlooking the effigy mounds in the park. The weather had snapped cold in the last week, especially for summer, and he had his old battered coat on with the elbows worn pale in the leather. Blue jeans on somehow, either because of all that coaxing or because it was no longer the school year and he could be a little less stiff and formal. His hair was loose and still damp from the shower that morning, his white shirt tempered with damp spots. She snapped a quick cell-phone picture before crawling closer to him.
"Penny for your thoughts."
He jumped a little as Josie grinned up at him, turning to sit own against both his side and the tree. Which resulted in some awkward shifting as he raised his arm to slide it around her shoulders. She ended up shifting her legs to a more parallel to his position.
"Nothing too interesting, I'm sure," he sighed, a small noise as they settled together against the tree. "Paige said Jared is due back in town soon."
His hand started rubbing her shoulder almost before she realized she had tensed up. She didn't want the succubus back on the campus, he was supposed to have graduated. Not, she thought, that that would stop him. Not if he wanted to be there.
David and Will had written. Now that they were in another city, away from the incubus, the sex drive of Will's passenger was decreasing. His need for red meat and his assertiveness had increased slightly, not enough to be a problem but enough to notice. But the constant and palpable aura of fucking that had surrounded Will, almost equal to Jared's when he was hungry, was gone. Josie wished it was that easy for her.
"Josie…" Sean's hand passed over her shoulder and rubbed down her arm and distracted her. His voice distracted her. "You don't have to have contact with him if you don't want to."
He had such a beautiful voice, really. Americanized and made flat by so many years living in the upper Midwest, but still the undertone of those rolling vowels of Ireland. She looked up at him. "I can handle it," she said.
"Are you sure?"
No, of course she wasn't sure, but she was sure she didn't want to run away from it. Him. The incubus had taken her and spun her around till she was dizzy, taken what he wanted from her with appetite almost as large as hers had grown for him. She didn't like that. She hadn't known how to stop it until they had intervened and the kindly older professor had locked her in an upper room of his house until she detoxed fully. As fully as she was going to get.
This would be her way of taking back what he had robbed from her. Control, of her body, of her sex drive. Of her reactions. Jared had left for the summer about the same time as she and Sean had started very tentatively dating.
She didn't want Jared to be what she thought of when Sean touched her in private places, when he kissed down her body or held her in the shower or even if she just wandered around his house naked. She didn't want to think of Jared's starving gaze. She wanted to think of Sean. How he blushed sometimes when she talked about sexual things, and yet how deeply passionate and certain of his tastes he could be.
"I'm as sure as I'm going to get," she looked up at him, "And I'm sure I want to at least try. I don't want him to take any more from me than he already has."
He understood. They'd talked about this often enough, hell, he'd been there through the worst of it, with her. Paige and the others, they'd told him what it was like, they'd talked to her about it but he had always been there. Even when she'd been ready to claw his clothes off.
"All right," he nodded. Leaned in and kissed her forehead.
Josie turned in his arms when he did that, turned and shifted so that she was straddling his legs, almost perched over his knees. And she kissed him.
He froze at first, too startled by her forwardness. It was the first time she'd kissed him without at least a couple gestures worth of advance warning. She'd wanted to, they both wanted her to, but this was the first time since before the incubus that she'd been with someone she wanted to just kiss. A simple, beautiful kiss.
She touched her forehead to his when they parted, smiling. He made her smile easily, she'd noticed. A quality that endeared her to him and made her suspect he might be a good match. He was easy to be around, even in the day to day of things, reading and listening to the radio or tidying up the house or whatever they were doing. It wasn't just the sex, or the ideas of sex she had, rather. They hadn't made it there yet. But it was everything about him. Gentlemanly behavior and code of honor, his way of moving with a grace not so common to men of his bulk as she might have liked. The core of peace to him. Every time she thought about it she found something new about him that she liked. Right now, she thought, it was the way he kissed and the way he smiled after.
She trailed the backs of her fingers down his cheeks, and he turned and caught her fingertips against his lips. "Josie…" he murmured. "You needn't…"
"You," Josie poked him in the ribs, startling a laugh out of him. "You needn't say another word, I know how you think. I'm not going anywhere. This is my choice, Sean Byrne, and this is my decision. And it's already made, so stop trying to sneak out of it."
"I wasn't…!" he started, and she kissed him in the middle of it.
"You were. And it's sweet, but it's unnecessary. I'm better now. I've been better for a while, you know that, or you wouldn't have asked me out to the theatre or…" he was blushing again. She grinned. "And maybe not here, no, not in the park. But you don't need to worry or try to protect me, anymore. Or at least, not right now."
He chuckled, warm and welcome against her mouth, and then there were more kisses. And when the kisses reached a conclusion she turned and settled more comfortably in his lap, and he settled his arms around her. She could lean her head back against his chest and his chin rest almost on her head, he was that tall. His fingers curled through her hair and made a pleasant tingle where it lay along her shoulder.
"Can you read the future in the pattern of the clouds?" she asked, not sure what made her ask that particularly but sometimes aware of how much he and the others were steeped in all kinds of mystical things.
His voice rumbled through his chest to her ears. "Some say you can. It's possible, I suppose… I cannot. You might ask Paige, when she gets back, or…"
She poked him again. "That was your cue to say something romantic, you know. Something about our future together, or …"
"Oh, it was, was it?" His hands stilled for a moment as she burrowed down against him, as a cool breeze blew up. "In that case, I see… a warm fire, and a good hot meal."
He caught her hand where she reached again to thump him, laughing, and continued.
"I see a glass of wine. An old but still working record player, and candles on the shelves. And, look…" He pointed, she sat up a little and followed his long arm to where he gestured against the sky. "Two figures, dancing."
It sounded brilliant when he said it. Like some great and classic romance. "You know," Josie mused, settling back against him again. "I think you're right."
Source: Barton Hall Irregulars
Genre: Mainstream
Characters: Josie, Sean
Word Count: 1,364
Summary: A date with Josie and her Professor.
A/N: Written for the
origfic_bingo prompt "Cloud Watching"Sean presented a picture that was worth capturing, leaning against a tree overlooking the effigy mounds in the park. The weather had snapped cold in the last week, especially for summer, and he had his old battered coat on with the elbows worn pale in the leather. Blue jeans on somehow, either because of all that coaxing or because it was no longer the school year and he could be a little less stiff and formal. His hair was loose and still damp from the shower that morning, his white shirt tempered with damp spots. She snapped a quick cell-phone picture before crawling closer to him.
"Penny for your thoughts."
He jumped a little as Josie grinned up at him, turning to sit own against both his side and the tree. Which resulted in some awkward shifting as he raised his arm to slide it around her shoulders. She ended up shifting her legs to a more parallel to his position.
"Nothing too interesting, I'm sure," he sighed, a small noise as they settled together against the tree. "Paige said Jared is due back in town soon."
His hand started rubbing her shoulder almost before she realized she had tensed up. She didn't want the succubus back on the campus, he was supposed to have graduated. Not, she thought, that that would stop him. Not if he wanted to be there.
David and Will had written. Now that they were in another city, away from the incubus, the sex drive of Will's passenger was decreasing. His need for red meat and his assertiveness had increased slightly, not enough to be a problem but enough to notice. But the constant and palpable aura of fucking that had surrounded Will, almost equal to Jared's when he was hungry, was gone. Josie wished it was that easy for her.
"Josie…" Sean's hand passed over her shoulder and rubbed down her arm and distracted her. His voice distracted her. "You don't have to have contact with him if you don't want to."
He had such a beautiful voice, really. Americanized and made flat by so many years living in the upper Midwest, but still the undertone of those rolling vowels of Ireland. She looked up at him. "I can handle it," she said.
"Are you sure?"
No, of course she wasn't sure, but she was sure she didn't want to run away from it. Him. The incubus had taken her and spun her around till she was dizzy, taken what he wanted from her with appetite almost as large as hers had grown for him. She didn't like that. She hadn't known how to stop it until they had intervened and the kindly older professor had locked her in an upper room of his house until she detoxed fully. As fully as she was going to get.
This would be her way of taking back what he had robbed from her. Control, of her body, of her sex drive. Of her reactions. Jared had left for the summer about the same time as she and Sean had started very tentatively dating.
She didn't want Jared to be what she thought of when Sean touched her in private places, when he kissed down her body or held her in the shower or even if she just wandered around his house naked. She didn't want to think of Jared's starving gaze. She wanted to think of Sean. How he blushed sometimes when she talked about sexual things, and yet how deeply passionate and certain of his tastes he could be.
"I'm as sure as I'm going to get," she looked up at him, "And I'm sure I want to at least try. I don't want him to take any more from me than he already has."
He understood. They'd talked about this often enough, hell, he'd been there through the worst of it, with her. Paige and the others, they'd told him what it was like, they'd talked to her about it but he had always been there. Even when she'd been ready to claw his clothes off.
"All right," he nodded. Leaned in and kissed her forehead.
Josie turned in his arms when he did that, turned and shifted so that she was straddling his legs, almost perched over his knees. And she kissed him.
He froze at first, too startled by her forwardness. It was the first time she'd kissed him without at least a couple gestures worth of advance warning. She'd wanted to, they both wanted her to, but this was the first time since before the incubus that she'd been with someone she wanted to just kiss. A simple, beautiful kiss.
She touched her forehead to his when they parted, smiling. He made her smile easily, she'd noticed. A quality that endeared her to him and made her suspect he might be a good match. He was easy to be around, even in the day to day of things, reading and listening to the radio or tidying up the house or whatever they were doing. It wasn't just the sex, or the ideas of sex she had, rather. They hadn't made it there yet. But it was everything about him. Gentlemanly behavior and code of honor, his way of moving with a grace not so common to men of his bulk as she might have liked. The core of peace to him. Every time she thought about it she found something new about him that she liked. Right now, she thought, it was the way he kissed and the way he smiled after.
She trailed the backs of her fingers down his cheeks, and he turned and caught her fingertips against his lips. "Josie…" he murmured. "You needn't…"
"You," Josie poked him in the ribs, startling a laugh out of him. "You needn't say another word, I know how you think. I'm not going anywhere. This is my choice, Sean Byrne, and this is my decision. And it's already made, so stop trying to sneak out of it."
"I wasn't…!" he started, and she kissed him in the middle of it.
"You were. And it's sweet, but it's unnecessary. I'm better now. I've been better for a while, you know that, or you wouldn't have asked me out to the theatre or…" he was blushing again. She grinned. "And maybe not here, no, not in the park. But you don't need to worry or try to protect me, anymore. Or at least, not right now."
He chuckled, warm and welcome against her mouth, and then there were more kisses. And when the kisses reached a conclusion she turned and settled more comfortably in his lap, and he settled his arms around her. She could lean her head back against his chest and his chin rest almost on her head, he was that tall. His fingers curled through her hair and made a pleasant tingle where it lay along her shoulder.
"Can you read the future in the pattern of the clouds?" she asked, not sure what made her ask that particularly but sometimes aware of how much he and the others were steeped in all kinds of mystical things.
His voice rumbled through his chest to her ears. "Some say you can. It's possible, I suppose… I cannot. You might ask Paige, when she gets back, or…"
She poked him again. "That was your cue to say something romantic, you know. Something about our future together, or …"
"Oh, it was, was it?" His hands stilled for a moment as she burrowed down against him, as a cool breeze blew up. "In that case, I see… a warm fire, and a good hot meal."
He caught her hand where she reached again to thump him, laughing, and continued.
"I see a glass of wine. An old but still working record player, and candles on the shelves. And, look…" He pointed, she sat up a little and followed his long arm to where he gestured against the sky. "Two figures, dancing."
It sounded brilliant when he said it. Like some great and classic romance. "You know," Josie mused, settling back against him again. "I think you're right."