Notes:So, this is basically my first fanfiction ever. Please review and critique, any help is much appreciated!
Sunlight filtered in through the lace curtains, drawing lazy patterns over the worn wood floor. Downstairs, the muffled sounds of the morning could be heard; Mama Threadgoode cooking eggs and sausage, plates and pans clanking together every so often, and a muted rumble of conversation between her and Sipsy about what to make for dinner. Big George was out back, cutting up firewood for the night, his axe thudding evenly on the stump in a careful rythmn.
Ruth yawned sleepily, stretching in the soft bed comfortably. Her hair was messed up from the night, strands jumping out from her bun to form a chocolate colored halo around her pale face. She blinked rapidly, sitting up to get the blood moving through out her body. It was only the start of November, but the temperature of the air was enough to make her shiver if left still too long. Still blinking sleep from her brown eyes, Ruth hopped out of bed to pull on a coat and another pair of thick socks. Padding over to her vanity, she yanked a brush through her curls, grimacing when the bristles caught in a particuraly difficult knot. It was Thursday, shopping day. Ruth needed to go to town to get herself some more dresses, as the ones she currently owned where faded and in rough shape. She also was supposed to get some groceries while she was out, because their bread supply was running low. All in all, her day should prove to be fairly busy, considering.
The brunnette set the brush down and slumped into the chair in front of the mirror. She bit her lip, musing. There was only one issue; she would need help carrying all of her purchases.
As if on cue, there was a rattling at her window and some low curses as Idgie jumped in. Her skin was dark and glowing from the sun, and her familiar wood and tobacco scent made Ruth blush.
"Well, mornin' ther' hon. Yer up early." Idgie drawled, strutting over to sit on the unmade bed. Ruth smiled slightly, trying to calm her fluttering stomach.
"I've got things to do today, Idgie. Your mama wants me to get her some groceries when I got to town for my dresses." Ruth watched as Idgie's golden green eyes lit up.
"Ohh, I see. Ya wouldn' happen to need an escort, now?" she teased in her harsh southern voice. Ruth nodded, blushing again. It was always so easy to be with Idgie; she seemed to practically read minds. But still, Ruth was a good Christian girl, and she knew better than to lust after anything, albeit the temptation was hard to resist.
Idgie felt a pang of desire when she slipped into the simplely decorated bedroom that day. Ruth had her night dress still on, surrounded by a brown coat. Her face was rosy with her blush, and she was chewing on her full lips in thought. She gave a whoop of laughter when she was permitted to go to town later that day with the girl.
But at the moment, her mind was, well, in the gutter. Standing abrubtly, Idgy shuffled slowly to stand in front of Ruth.
Ruth gazed up at her lovingly, her eyes soft and wide. Reaching down to tuck a stay curl behind her ears, Idgie brough her face closer to the brunnettes. Ruth gasped a little, her heart thudding and her blood racing. Smirking, Idgy brough her mouth to hers.
Jumping back in surprise at the action, Ruth reddened visibly. "Idgie Threadgoode! How dare you!" It was a mode of defense, one used over and over again.
