8-Ball Ficlets
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keladryb beat me at 8-ball. Blame her.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Umbridge
Destination
Dolores spotted him stalking off across the grounds in the pouring rain, hair slicked in stripes down the white of his face in the dark. One of his feet caught in a muddy dip in the grass; he stumbled but didn't fall. She couldn't hear the dirty word he said, but she saw the ugly sneer as he spat it out.
She emerged from the shelter of the doorway and jogged after him, holding her robes around her, her heavy new breasts bouncing uncomfortably. A charm over her head kept her mostly dry, except for the back-splash from her shoes squelching in the puddles. By the time she caught up, her ankles were soaked and her stockings splattered with mud. She had to walk double-time to keep up with his long, stiff strides, and couldn't quite catch her breath.
She cleared her throat. He didn't answer, so she cleared it again, louder this time. He ignored her intensely, looking at the ground with his shoulders hunched up, hands thrust into the pockets of his trousers as his school robes flapped out behind him.
'Why are you walking in the rain?' she said after a moment, raising her voice to be heard over the weather.
'None of your business,' he snarled over his shoulder -- flash of black eyes.
She chewed the inside of her lip. 'Where are you going?' she tried.
'Go fuck yourself,' he said, looking down again.
She stopped in her tracks. He kept going, trudging away from her. She watched his back for a moment, until he seemed to realise that she wasn't following anymore, and stopped too. He looked back at her, and then turned it into a rough glance up at the castle towers, starred with yellow lights in the windows. He coughed, turned sharply, and walked away from her again.
*
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: CJ/anyone
Predestination
"Ouch," CJ said, and pulled her elbow in to look at the back of her arm. There was a long scratch, starting to bead up red.
Amy craned her neck. "What happened?"
"I don't know." CJ glanced suspiciously at the low-branched trees they'd just passed. "Something slashed me."
"Huh. That's random."
"Yeah." CJ frowned, smearing the tiny drops with her fingertips. "I don't approve of this development. I don't think it's good for cause and effect to suddenly become optional."
"Me neither," Amy said, and she slid her arms around CJ's waist and leaned in for a passionate kiss.
*
Never bet on 8-ball, kids.
ETA: You all saw Secret Window, right? Well,collie_wolf has written Mort Rainey/his couch. I love fandom.
keladryb beat me at 8-ball. Blame her.Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Umbridge
Destination
Dolores spotted him stalking off across the grounds in the pouring rain, hair slicked in stripes down the white of his face in the dark. One of his feet caught in a muddy dip in the grass; he stumbled but didn't fall. She couldn't hear the dirty word he said, but she saw the ugly sneer as he spat it out.
She emerged from the shelter of the doorway and jogged after him, holding her robes around her, her heavy new breasts bouncing uncomfortably. A charm over her head kept her mostly dry, except for the back-splash from her shoes squelching in the puddles. By the time she caught up, her ankles were soaked and her stockings splattered with mud. She had to walk double-time to keep up with his long, stiff strides, and couldn't quite catch her breath.
She cleared her throat. He didn't answer, so she cleared it again, louder this time. He ignored her intensely, looking at the ground with his shoulders hunched up, hands thrust into the pockets of his trousers as his school robes flapped out behind him.
'Why are you walking in the rain?' she said after a moment, raising her voice to be heard over the weather.
'None of your business,' he snarled over his shoulder -- flash of black eyes.
She chewed the inside of her lip. 'Where are you going?' she tried.
'Go fuck yourself,' he said, looking down again.
She stopped in her tracks. He kept going, trudging away from her. She watched his back for a moment, until he seemed to realise that she wasn't following anymore, and stopped too. He looked back at her, and then turned it into a rough glance up at the castle towers, starred with yellow lights in the windows. He coughed, turned sharply, and walked away from her again.
*
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: CJ/anyone
Predestination
"Ouch," CJ said, and pulled her elbow in to look at the back of her arm. There was a long scratch, starting to bead up red.
Amy craned her neck. "What happened?"
"I don't know." CJ glanced suspiciously at the low-branched trees they'd just passed. "Something slashed me."
"Huh. That's random."
"Yeah." CJ frowned, smearing the tiny drops with her fingertips. "I don't approve of this development. I don't think it's good for cause and effect to suddenly become optional."
"Me neither," Amy said, and she slid her arms around CJ's waist and leaned in for a passionate kiss.
*
Never bet on 8-ball, kids.
ETA: You all saw Secret Window, right? Well,
collie_wolf has written Mort Rainey/his couch. I love fandom.
