like a sunshine sunk butterfly, a peanuts fanfic

title – like a sunshine sunk butterfly
summary – "you have pretty eyelashes for a boy." [ficlet]
pairings – lucy x schroeder.
words – 502

Schroeder blinked, surprised, into a pair of eyes as blue and deep as the frozen December sky. Lucy van Pelt, in her usual position of utter adoration, had captured his chin between her thumb and forefinger. With a jolt sharp enough to rattle all the bones of his neck and shoulders, the girl had pulled his gaze up and away from his worn sheet music.

They were close together, enough space gone for Lucy to press her pink pursed lips to his gaped mouth. Schroeder swallowed, uncomfortable. He could feel her every exhale against the skin of his cheeks, warm and moist.

"Fascinating . . . ," breathed Lucy. The hand that wasn't holding the pianist in-place rose to brush strands of golden hair back from his line of view with gentle fingers. The van Pelt girl was straddling the little toy piano at which they sat, a knee brushing the plush carpet on either side. The piano groaned with stress underneath her teenaged weight.

"Do you mind?" Schroeder hissed, ignoring the shy heat that he was sure was dancing across his cheeks.

Lucy continued to eye him. She titled her head to the side, making a wave of silky obsidian hair dance across his nose. Affection and amazement flickered across her features. "Sweetie?" she asked as Schroeder stuck out his tongue at the overused petname. "Did you know you have eyelashes?"

The pianist snorted, shoving her away. He stood with noisy crack of aching joints, and a stiff back. "Really? I never knew," he asked, sarcastically, brushing his long fingers through his bangs before running across his chin. He could still feel the smooth skin of her palm against the stubble there.

Undeterred and used to an icy response from Schroeder, Lucy straightened with a pleased hum from the low piano. "Yes, they are quite blonde too," she answered, stretching her grown limbs. Honestly, at fifteen, her love should have thought about getting, and receiving a regular sized instrument to use. Leaning against the aging thing that he was so fond of was beginning to hurt her bones.

"Well, I am blonde," he huffed, facing with his back to his muse.

"Oh, I know," Lucy smiled, her eyes glittering with something that made Schroeder shiver, and snap his gaze to something anything, but her grinning features. "They're really lovely and full."

Schroeder, still unnerved and collecting his scattered composition notes from the floor, rolled his eyes at the breathy tone to her voice. "This again . . . ," he groaned, reaching for another sheet of paper.

The van Pelt girl ignored him. Folding down an unseen crease in the navy fabric of her dress, she smiled and it was all pearly teeth and happy sighs. "You know something, Schroeder? I've always wanted to marry a man with beautiful eyes."

"Oh, good grief."

a/n:

i'm so sorry.