A/N: Wow, just wrote this and thought, hey! I'll post it. So... yeah. Read and review my tiny little attempt to show just how awesome I think Kelly is.
Disclaimer: I own everything. Nah, I don't. But tha'd be pretty freakin' cool.
Kelly's been making predictions lately.
She hears from a laughing Phyllis that Charles Miner is married. But she doesn't care. Not really.
That night she comforts herself by settling down and reading old editions of People magazine, which she keeps in a box underneath her bed. Because you never know when you will need old celebrity gossip to cheer yourself up.
She reads that when Jennifer Aniston started dating Vince Vaughn, she claimed that he was better in bed than Brad Pitt.
It reminds her of that old Shania Twain song. So you got the looks, but have you got the touch? Or at least that's how she thinks it goes.
Like, what if Toby was good in bed? Not that he's bad looking or anything. But she wonders what it would be like or if it would be totally unexpected. Not that she would spill it to the tabloids. She wants her life private, because seriously, she doesn't understand people who tell everyone else every detail or their life. Honestly...
Still, she predicts he is. He seems timid, experienced. But probably unsure of himself. He'd always needed a confidence boost.
She decides that he's probably good in bed, and she can just add this to the list of things she knows about him, maybe someday. That, along with how he smells. Soft and warm and kind of piney, like Christmas. She knows this because sometimes Angela makes her feel genuinely bad and she just needs a hug, and she smells it. He's always been willing to give it to her.
But, anyways, she decides he's probably good in bed. But it's just a prediction.
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One week later, she learns what it's like to feel warm hands, clumsy and nervous against her while they undo her buttons. She feels a soft gaze across her dark skin, an inhale, out of true amazement. It makes her feel beautiful and wanted and desired, and a million other things that keep her toes from relaxing.
Turns out, she's right.