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shes_awesome2010-10-12 10:40 pm
kalachi) wrote in shes_awesome2010-10-12 10:40 pm
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Inception and Parks & Recreation drabbles
Two drabbles for the Queerly Awesome Comment Ficathon
Inception
PG
Ariadne/OFC, femslash
Prompt: They take bets about who she wants, but really, it's none of them.
Parks & Recreation
PG
Leslie/Ann, femslash
Prompt: sharing a bed
Inception
PG
Ariadne/OFC, femslash
Prompt: They take bets about who she wants, but really, it's none of them.
It's the monsoon season in Lahore, the first showers of the summer hosing away all the dust and dirt. The building doesn't have any windows, but she can hear the dulled rhythmic spatter on the roof.
Eames sets a mug of steaming tea near her blueprints. Ariadne glances up in time to see him wink and saunter away. She smiles and shakes her head.
"You should try some lassi while you're here," offers Yusuf, after silently watching her and the forger's interaction. "I know a lovely café nearby; I'd be happy to take you once the rain has stopped."
Ariadne politely declines. She also pretends not to see the exchange of sullen looks between Eames and Yusuf.
The next one to try his luck is Arthur. He thinks he has the edge because of the (all right, admittedly funny and charming) stunt he pulled during the Fisher heist. He swaggers over, proffering his help. Does Ariadne need any tips on designing that tricky second level?
"No thanks," says Ariadne, fighting back a smirk. "I'm thinking of taking a break. I need to make a call."
She ducks into the thin hallway in front of the bathroom. With quick taps she dials the number that's long lost its ink from the palm of her hand but not her mind.
Rosamond picks up, just before the fourth ring. "Allo?" she sounds alert, considering how late it is in Paris. She's probably running on caffeine.
"It's me. I missed--miss you."
"Ariadne!" Rosamond cries, and her happiness is very gratifying to hear. "Ma petite, how are you? I can't stop thinking about you."
"I'm fine, still caught up in... you know, work." It kills her a little to have to lie like this, but Ariadne isn't naïve. She knows the dangers. "I'll be back soon, though."
Rosamond dissolves into thrilled accounts of how her family will be visiting next week, and won't it be lovely if Ariadne came back in time to see them? Ariadne patiently listens to her eagerly describe her parents and how much they'll adore her before she's forced to hang up. For a minute she keeps standing there in the grungy corridor, staring at the cell phone. Rosamond had said she was going to bed. She's probably slipping into her baggy pajamas right now. Ariadne closes her eyes and sees yellow hair falling loose of its plait.
She goes back to the room.
"Reassuring Mum?" asks Eames, teasingly.
"No," says Ariadne, unable to resist tossing her head smugly. "Just checking in with my girlfriend."
At Arthur's gob-smacked face she laughs so hard it ends in hiccups.
Eames sets a mug of steaming tea near her blueprints. Ariadne glances up in time to see him wink and saunter away. She smiles and shakes her head.
"You should try some lassi while you're here," offers Yusuf, after silently watching her and the forger's interaction. "I know a lovely café nearby; I'd be happy to take you once the rain has stopped."
Ariadne politely declines. She also pretends not to see the exchange of sullen looks between Eames and Yusuf.
The next one to try his luck is Arthur. He thinks he has the edge because of the (all right, admittedly funny and charming) stunt he pulled during the Fisher heist. He swaggers over, proffering his help. Does Ariadne need any tips on designing that tricky second level?
"No thanks," says Ariadne, fighting back a smirk. "I'm thinking of taking a break. I need to make a call."
She ducks into the thin hallway in front of the bathroom. With quick taps she dials the number that's long lost its ink from the palm of her hand but not her mind.
Rosamond picks up, just before the fourth ring. "Allo?" she sounds alert, considering how late it is in Paris. She's probably running on caffeine.
"It's me. I missed--miss you."
"Ariadne!" Rosamond cries, and her happiness is very gratifying to hear. "Ma petite, how are you? I can't stop thinking about you."
"I'm fine, still caught up in... you know, work." It kills her a little to have to lie like this, but Ariadne isn't naïve. She knows the dangers. "I'll be back soon, though."
Rosamond dissolves into thrilled accounts of how her family will be visiting next week, and won't it be lovely if Ariadne came back in time to see them? Ariadne patiently listens to her eagerly describe her parents and how much they'll adore her before she's forced to hang up. For a minute she keeps standing there in the grungy corridor, staring at the cell phone. Rosamond had said she was going to bed. She's probably slipping into her baggy pajamas right now. Ariadne closes her eyes and sees yellow hair falling loose of its plait.
She goes back to the room.
"Reassuring Mum?" asks Eames, teasingly.
"No," says Ariadne, unable to resist tossing her head smugly. "Just checking in with my girlfriend."
At Arthur's gob-smacked face she laughs so hard it ends in hiccups.
Parks & Recreation
PG
Leslie/Ann, femslash
Prompt: sharing a bed
Leslie shifted and tossed around, trying to find a comfortable position. "The last time I was in your bed, I thought a possum would chew my toes off," she said.
"Small tip?" said Ann. "Don't bring up the time you let live roadkill sniff my lingerie when you're trying to sleep with me."
"I am so glad I'm dating you," Leslie said seriously. "Who else has a girlfriend who also gives them romantic advice? Helpful romantic advice?"
Ann shuffled closer; her legs tangled with Leslie's in the heat of the covers. This was so pleasant, just the two of them like this in her downy bed. Her mouth felt full and tingly from their makeout session. Ann licked her lips. She hoped they'd go again in 5 seconds. The cuddling was nice for now, though.
"Hey," whispered Leslie. Her hand rested on the curve of Ann's waist. "Just so you know, I'm not just dating you for your awesome advice."
"I know."
"It's because you're the best friend a Deputy Parks Director could have; you keep whipped cream in your fridge because of me; you lecture me on the effect whipped cream has on my health so I know you really care; oh, and you're a great kisser--"
"Leslie?" said Ann.
"Yeah?"
"I'm flattered, but save it for my 5000 word Galentine's Day essay."
Leslie kissed her temple; Ann could feel her smiling. She also heard a soft oh my God! as Leslie snuggled under the blankets.
"What is it?" Ann asked.
"Galentine's Day this year is going to be awesome."
"Small tip?" said Ann. "Don't bring up the time you let live roadkill sniff my lingerie when you're trying to sleep with me."
"I am so glad I'm dating you," Leslie said seriously. "Who else has a girlfriend who also gives them romantic advice? Helpful romantic advice?"
Ann shuffled closer; her legs tangled with Leslie's in the heat of the covers. This was so pleasant, just the two of them like this in her downy bed. Her mouth felt full and tingly from their makeout session. Ann licked her lips. She hoped they'd go again in 5 seconds. The cuddling was nice for now, though.
"Hey," whispered Leslie. Her hand rested on the curve of Ann's waist. "Just so you know, I'm not just dating you for your awesome advice."
"I know."
"It's because you're the best friend a Deputy Parks Director could have; you keep whipped cream in your fridge because of me; you lecture me on the effect whipped cream has on my health so I know you really care; oh, and you're a great kisser--"
"Leslie?" said Ann.
"Yeah?"
"I'm flattered, but save it for my 5000 word Galentine's Day essay."
Leslie kissed her temple; Ann could feel her smiling. She also heard a soft oh my God! as Leslie snuggled under the blankets.
"What is it?" Ann asked.
"Galentine's Day this year is going to be awesome."