NaNo ficlets [Adam/Steve]
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Notes From the Tundra
On a random Wednesday afternoon, Adam comes through his front door to find a known felon reclining on his couch, his guard rat lying upside-down on the felon's lap, disarmed by belly scratchies.
"Hi," Steve says, like they'd just seen each other this morning rather than three weeks ago. The rat cracks an eye to find out why the fingers that were ruffling his belly fur have stopped.
"What are you doing here?" Adam asks, caught flat-footed. He is still standing in the doorway, one hand on the knob, the other holding his laptop bag.
"Well," Steve scoops up the rat, who does not look at all pleased by this turn of events, and places him on the couch so he can stand up, "your last postcard sounded a little lonely."
"My last…" Adam struggles to even remember what his last postcard said as Steve tugs him gently the rest of the way inside and takes the laptop bag out of his hand to lean it against the wall. "You mean the one that said 'my furry little roommate isn't getting enough quality petting'?"
"Call me crazy," Steve smiles, pushing Adam's coat down off his shoulders, "but that sounds just an eensy bit like a euphemism to me."
Adam glances over Steve's shoulder at the rat, who is hunched up on the couch in irritation, actually baring his teeth over the loss of his petter, and isn't sure whether laughing so hard for the first time in weeks feels better than Steve's arms sliding around his waist.
Forolukemi:
A Miss Daisy and a Leon Spinx
Adam is leaning his head back against the headrest of the rental car with his eyes closed, wondering how it can possibly be the same sun that won't melt glare ice in Vermont frying the hell out of him here in Mexico, even with the AC up as high as it will go. It didn't seem half so bad when the car was moving, but just waiting in the sun outside a convenience store is making Adam's brain feel like it's leaking out his ears.
He cracks an eye when the car door opens and slams shut again quickly, and turns his head to find Steve with a wild expression.
"Drive!" Steve exclaims, eyes wide. "Drive fast right now!"
Without thinking about it, Adam sits up and slams the car from park into drive, then punches the accelerator and peels out of the parking lot. They are two miles down the road and going eighty-five when he dares look over again.
He finds Steve grinning widely at him.
"You son of a bitch," Adam exclaims in disgust, heart rate slowing a lot less quickly than the car as he brings the speed back down to something closer to legal.
"You should have seen your face!" Steve howls, leaning over to punch Adam's shoulder teasingly. "You could see the whites the whole way around your eyes!"
"Fuck you," Adam grumbles, slouching a little in his seat with irritation. Steve chuckles some more at his own cleverness as he stretches out to lay across the front seat with his head resting against Adam's thigh. The heat doesn't seem to bother him, he just seems to soak it up while Adam bakes in it. Adam drops a hand from the wheel to give Steve's hair a sharp tug, but then leaves it where it's tangled in the dark strands.
"Maybe you can be my getaway driver next time," Steve murmurs, eyes closing and already on the way to a nap.
"Bastard," Adam says, but with the sort of exasperation that makes it a pet name. "You'd better not drool on my leg again."
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fantomeq:Notes From the Tundra
On a random Wednesday afternoon, Adam comes through his front door to find a known felon reclining on his couch, his guard rat lying upside-down on the felon's lap, disarmed by belly scratchies.
"Hi," Steve says, like they'd just seen each other this morning rather than three weeks ago. The rat cracks an eye to find out why the fingers that were ruffling his belly fur have stopped.
"What are you doing here?" Adam asks, caught flat-footed. He is still standing in the doorway, one hand on the knob, the other holding his laptop bag.
"Well," Steve scoops up the rat, who does not look at all pleased by this turn of events, and places him on the couch so he can stand up, "your last postcard sounded a little lonely."
"My last…" Adam struggles to even remember what his last postcard said as Steve tugs him gently the rest of the way inside and takes the laptop bag out of his hand to lean it against the wall. "You mean the one that said 'my furry little roommate isn't getting enough quality petting'?"
"Call me crazy," Steve smiles, pushing Adam's coat down off his shoulders, "but that sounds just an eensy bit like a euphemism to me."
Adam glances over Steve's shoulder at the rat, who is hunched up on the couch in irritation, actually baring his teeth over the loss of his petter, and isn't sure whether laughing so hard for the first time in weeks feels better than Steve's arms sliding around his waist.
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olukemi:A Miss Daisy and a Leon Spinx
Adam is leaning his head back against the headrest of the rental car with his eyes closed, wondering how it can possibly be the same sun that won't melt glare ice in Vermont frying the hell out of him here in Mexico, even with the AC up as high as it will go. It didn't seem half so bad when the car was moving, but just waiting in the sun outside a convenience store is making Adam's brain feel like it's leaking out his ears.
He cracks an eye when the car door opens and slams shut again quickly, and turns his head to find Steve with a wild expression.
"Drive!" Steve exclaims, eyes wide. "Drive fast right now!"
Without thinking about it, Adam sits up and slams the car from park into drive, then punches the accelerator and peels out of the parking lot. They are two miles down the road and going eighty-five when he dares look over again.
He finds Steve grinning widely at him.
"You son of a bitch," Adam exclaims in disgust, heart rate slowing a lot less quickly than the car as he brings the speed back down to something closer to legal.
"You should have seen your face!" Steve howls, leaning over to punch Adam's shoulder teasingly. "You could see the whites the whole way around your eyes!"
"Fuck you," Adam grumbles, slouching a little in his seat with irritation. Steve chuckles some more at his own cleverness as he stretches out to lay across the front seat with his head resting against Adam's thigh. The heat doesn't seem to bother him, he just seems to soak it up while Adam bakes in it. Adam drops a hand from the wheel to give Steve's hair a sharp tug, but then leaves it where it's tangled in the dark strands.
"Maybe you can be my getaway driver next time," Steve murmurs, eyes closing and already on the way to a nap.
"Bastard," Adam says, but with the sort of exasperation that makes it a pet name. "You'd better not drool on my leg again."
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Date: 2005-02-01 04:41 am (UTC)Aww, rat bonding and rodent euphemisms! That was so cute. I wish my girls would sit still like that.
Oh, what a nasty trick. :D Steve's my favorite gay felon. :D
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:47 pm (UTC)lol, the story behind the euphemism is that when ellen was trying to write her holiday newletter, she couldn't come up with a way to talk about me without sounding like we were lovers. so finally i said 'it should be fine so long as you don't write that our furry pets duke it out on a regular basis."
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:05 pm (UTC)Just 'sound slike a eupehmism to me' [had me snickering madly] and Adam glances over Steve's shoulder at the rat, who is hunched up on the couch in irritation, actually baring his teeth over the loss of his petter, and isn't sure whether laughing so hard for the first time in weeks feels better than Steve's arms sliding around his waist. [so sweet and cute and *wibbles!*].
And dude. "Drive!" Steve exclaims, eyes wide. "Drive fast right now!"
I LOVE Steve even more now. The crazy bastard. And the way Adam jsut punches it without even a second thought, just instinct...He really would make a great getaway driver.XD
Oh, man if you could just see the grin on my face right now. I'm addicted to your NaNo, you realize. :D
And if you ever need any help with anything else, just let me know. ^__^
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:56 pm (UTC)it's so fucking mean, it's AWESOME. Like Steve is blatantly playing with Adam, but the gears are turning in his head too. If he could just crack him out of that routine just a little more and hook him on adrenaline...*g*
I am completely an addict as well!
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Date: 2005-02-01 06:08 pm (UTC)...I want to draw them. I blame you.
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Date: 2005-02-03 07:42 pm (UTC)VICTORY IS MINE!
...uh, i mean, that's cool if you want to *G*
Adam's wild side *snort* it's those ones that look all vanilla you have to watch out for.
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Date: 2005-02-03 09:32 pm (UTC)...uh, i mean, that's cool if you want to *G*
*EYES YOU* Anyhowdy. Can I get a good physical description of the two
jailbirdslovebirds? And ze rat, for I suspect he'll nose his way in as well. XDFnargh. Vanilla. Ice cream in interesting places for which to lick and. Stopping now.
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Date: 2005-02-03 10:22 pm (UTC)Adam's a pretty average guy. He's blond, his hair's fairly short, in that haircut guys get when they know they have to go to an office every day. his eyes are some nondescript color, brown maybe. He's about six foot, average weight (although he could maybe stand to lose a little weight after having a girlfriend cooking for so long). He wears a lot of khakis and button down shirts cause of the job, but for most of the story he's got on blue jeans and a black t-shirt on. his t-shirts tend to have some sort of logo on them, but it doesn't matter what.
the coat he carries the rat around in is a red snowboarding coat that comes down to about mid-thigh and is a little large on him, it's a little bit puffy, and the pocket he carries the rat in is a big square pocket on the inside on his right, the top of the pocket is a little lower than nipple height. It's the pocket that your mp3 player is supposed to go in (my coat has one).
Steve's got bright green eyes (ha, that i do remember) and dark hair that's longish because he can't be bothered to cut it enough. He's a little taller than Adam, although most of that is confidence, and a bit more gangly (those cat burglars have to keep in shape, man). He spends most of the story in dark blue jeans and a black leather jacket, like the motorcycley kind, and in my opinion looks best in the red T-shirt, although t-shirts of any solid color are feasible.
the rat is just a big, floppy, dark brown rat, no particular breed. he looks kind of like a sewer rat. he's got little white socks on his front two feet, but since rats usually keep their paws tucked under them, you wouldn't see them very much. His ears are dark, but his tail doesn't have any coloring on it. He's about the size of Mulciber, so that if he was laying flopped down on your arm, the tip of his nose would be on your wrist, and the base of his tail would start an inch or so from your elbow.
anything else you want to know?
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Date: 2005-02-04 09:14 pm (UTC)...um, no, I'd say you covered everything I could possibly think of. not that I'm complaining in the least because that just makes things so much easier on me. But damn, girl! XD
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Date: 2005-02-04 10:12 pm (UTC)i did spend a whole month writing nothing but them *g*
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Date: 2005-02-03 10:27 pm (UTC)ps--mmm, vanilla ice cream. so much with the fnargh.
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Date: 2005-02-04 09:18 pm (UTC)*makes note to include vanilla ice cream in the picture somehow*