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ptahrrific) wrote2011-03-12 10:35 pm
ptahrrific) wrote2011-03-12 10:35 pm
Fake News: Prawn Today, Hair Tomorrow
Title: Prawn Today, Hair Tomorrow
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Olivia/Kristen
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the Report. Names of real people are used in a fictitious context, and all dialogue, actions, and content are products of the author's imagination only.
Rounding the week off with a belated fill for the prompt "Irresistible," from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colbertstark6.
"Well, go on, look closer."
"Uh. What?"
Even when Kristen snorts, it's in the girliest, giggliest way possible. "Don't lie. You've been checking out my hair all morning."
"Have not," says Olivia automatically. "I was...uh...silently yet caustically judging you from afar."
"And judging me to be awesome, right?"
Kristen holds up a hand, grinning all the while. Olivia responds with the paltriest excuse for a high-five she's ever given, which leaves Kristen so undaunted she looks as if she's never met a daunt in her life.
"Anyway, I was just saying, you can judge up close if you like." She perches on the edge of Olivia's desk, narrowly avoiding sitting on the stapler, and tosses her curls as she leans forward. It's a move that would leave anyone else's hair a tangled mess; on her it just layers itself coquettishly over one eye.
And, let's be frank here, it's not like Olivia doesn't feel a little tug towards those curls every time she sees them. Maybe she's better off taking the chance now, instead of holding back and holding back and then one day snapping and tackling Kristen's head in the middle of rehearsal.
"If anyone walks in, this was your idea," she warns, and slides her hands through the soft brown locks. They smooth gently back to frame Kristen's heart-shaped face, tumbling fluffy and soft through Olivia's fingers.
She doesn't notice that she's stretching upwards, subtle and inexorable as a sunflower questing for the light, until Kristen tilts further down. It's all the cue Olivia needs to press her nose to the crown of Kristen's head, burying her cheeks in the softness, breathing in--
"Bleagh!" she yelps, throwing herself backward. "What are you washing this in? Dead fish?"
"Oh, right." Kristen blinks. "I spent last week with Larry and the film crew on a shrimping trawler. I guess it hasn't all worn off yet."
Olivia wishes she could see her own face right then, because she's sure the grimace is epic. "All right, all right! Point made. I will stop obsessing over your hair."
With a giggle Kristen hops off the desk. "Oh, you don't have to stop," she chides, waving the thought away. "Just hold out for a couple weeks so the extra-strength shampoo has a chance to work."
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Olivia/Kristen
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the Report. Names of real people are used in a fictitious context, and all dialogue, actions, and content are products of the author's imagination only.
Rounding the week off with a belated fill for the prompt "Irresistible," from
colbertstark6."Well, go on, look closer."
"Uh. What?"
Even when Kristen snorts, it's in the girliest, giggliest way possible. "Don't lie. You've been checking out my hair all morning."
"Have not," says Olivia automatically. "I was...uh...silently yet caustically judging you from afar."
"And judging me to be awesome, right?"
Kristen holds up a hand, grinning all the while. Olivia responds with the paltriest excuse for a high-five she's ever given, which leaves Kristen so undaunted she looks as if she's never met a daunt in her life.
"Anyway, I was just saying, you can judge up close if you like." She perches on the edge of Olivia's desk, narrowly avoiding sitting on the stapler, and tosses her curls as she leans forward. It's a move that would leave anyone else's hair a tangled mess; on her it just layers itself coquettishly over one eye.
And, let's be frank here, it's not like Olivia doesn't feel a little tug towards those curls every time she sees them. Maybe she's better off taking the chance now, instead of holding back and holding back and then one day snapping and tackling Kristen's head in the middle of rehearsal.
"If anyone walks in, this was your idea," she warns, and slides her hands through the soft brown locks. They smooth gently back to frame Kristen's heart-shaped face, tumbling fluffy and soft through Olivia's fingers.
She doesn't notice that she's stretching upwards, subtle and inexorable as a sunflower questing for the light, until Kristen tilts further down. It's all the cue Olivia needs to press her nose to the crown of Kristen's head, burying her cheeks in the softness, breathing in--
"Bleagh!" she yelps, throwing herself backward. "What are you washing this in? Dead fish?"
"Oh, right." Kristen blinks. "I spent last week with Larry and the film crew on a shrimping trawler. I guess it hasn't all worn off yet."
Olivia wishes she could see her own face right then, because she's sure the grimace is epic. "All right, all right! Point made. I will stop obsessing over your hair."
With a giggle Kristen hops off the desk. "Oh, you don't have to stop," she chides, waving the thought away. "Just hold out for a couple weeks so the extra-strength shampoo has a chance to work."
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