Light Yagami (murderersaint) wrote in harmony_fics, @ 2010-03-18 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: kelsey, ema skye, mod challenge, willow rosenberg |
WHO: Willow Rosenberg, Ema Skye
WHERE: Willow's apartment
WHAT: Submission for mod challenge. <3 Ema and Willow in that morning-after glow.
WARNINGS: PG/PG-13ish for tiny allusion to sex. First attempt at writing either character AND first fic posted ever, so go me.
Prompts met:
-Three words
-Pokemon reference
-Beatles lyric
Ema’s arms were soft and pliable in the dawn of the new morning. Willow shifted the other girl’s limbs until she was held in a looser embrace; Ema groaned in her sleep as her arms were positioned to Willow’s liking.
Early morning cuddling: there just wasn’t anything else like it. It felt good to bury her head in Ema’s long hair, to nuzzle her neck. This wasn’t a time for to feel guilty over this affair she was having, or sadness. That would all come later. This was a happy moment, frozen in time. No amount of money printed by any mint in all the world could buy something this magical.
But, like all moments, it had to end. Ema wasn’t Sleeping Beauty; she couldn’t slumber forever. “Good morning, starshine,” Willow greeted her as the girl transitioned from that fuzzy place between a dream and reality. Ema blinked dazedly at her before smiling back.
“Starshine, huh?” she repeated, sitting up a little so that Willow could get up. “Nice. How’d you come up with it?”
“Oh, half of what I say is meaningless,” said Willow with a mysterious look that quickly switched back to her usual happy-day grin. “Or I could just be quotin’ songs. You never know with me. I’m tricky like that.”
Willow rose from the couch, threw a shirt on her back and struggled into a pair of jeans. Now that the warm, hazy feelings of waking up in another girl’s arms were beginning to wear off, those awful, I’m-doing-a-bad-thing feelings were beginning to creep in. Her face took on a look of quiet desperation, and she ducked her head, hair swirling around her face, so that Ema wouldn’t see.
It would be so, so easy to end the guilt here and now. To turn around, poke Ema’s nose and whisper, “Pikachu, I choose you.” But then she’d have to explain everything to Wash… to give up Wash.
Wash, with his erratic cab-driving, who was so confident in his masculinity that he could play with his dinosaur toys and not give a damn what the average onlooker might think. Wash, who’d treated her so well, and who didn’t deserve news of a betrayal, much less a I’m-breaking-up-with-you-for-her type betrayal. Wash. Who maybe, almost, kind of loved her.
Ema was gazing at the ceiling in contented silence, and Willow wondered what was going through her head. Did she feel the same kind of guilt that Willow felt? Did she know that this had to, inevitably, end, or was she holding out hope that Willow would be so won over by her charms – and she was charming – that she’d leave her boyfriend? Or was she as content as she looked, probably thinking about not much more than the way the sun filtered through the curtains and just maybe about the things they’d done last night?
That last thought made Willow’s cheeks turn bright red, despite her shame. Happiness… she’d been happy last night, she was pretty happy now, and she’d remember this morning as a happy one.
Soon there’d be a fight. Soon the pretty sunshiney morning would blacken into gusts of stormy wind, and there would be crying, and sobbing, and heartache without end. But for this morning, in this moment, for both of their sakes, she would pretend everything was okay.
“Coffee?” she offered. Ema nodded, and Willow headed towards her kitchen. Bad cook though she may be, she at least knew how to operate a coffee machine.
She made the drinks, and sipped at hers, and steeled herself for the fight that was going to come.