Title: Buttons
Summary: "There were seven buttons on her vest"
Rating: T (adult situation implied)
Disclaimer: LOL
Archive: Now that I've created one…
Author's Note: So, I've done this to entertain myself since the final chapter of YLYHTM is long and involved, and it won't be up for a while. The problem is that I can't write it during class because I don't have time and I can't refer to other things I've written before that. At this point anything I post will be short and probably fluffy because of my schedule which looks like this: school, school, tutor (I'm a Latin tutor; it sucks), homework, college applications and essay, sleep for four hours, rinse and repeat. I'm sorry. So, I don't know when the last chapter will be up, but it will be up before Christmas (I'll go see Wicked over break and come back with inspiration).
This is just some random fluffy thing that popped out of my head during my six hour car ride home from a drama tournament. So, fluff…
Buttons
There were seven buttons on her vest. Seven, thinking about it now, was a very large number, and Boq full heartily wished that seven had been three. Small and white, they hid themselves in the blue and white stripped cloth. He swallowed. Seven had never seemed like such a large number before.
Nessa tapped her fingers against the wood of her armrest and Boq listened to the random rhythms she struck with her fingers. His eyes wandered up her hand to her wrist, her arm. Two buttons held her shirt sleeves together. Her fingers continued to tap and beat the wood. One button kept her collar closed while the open one allowed her to breath. The hollow of her throat was barely visible underneath the white fabric, and the small, off white buttons trailing down her blouse disappeared beneath her vest. Strict as ever, her vest was closed in perfect order and straight. All seven buttons were closed over her chest and stomach. Boq let out a breath. If he was "dating" her he should be allowed to admire her from afar, right? His eyes slid down her waist and silver braced legs; they slid back up to her waist. She was very…He smiled.
"…A test next class." Boq's smile slowly faded.
What?
A book began to slide off the bed, and Boq watched it fall to the floor out of the corner of his eye. It landed face up with the pages turned to something he should have been studying, but had no passion to learn. His passion, at the moment, was focused on something that resembled a text book about as much as a cat resembled an oak tree. His fingers slid down the soft fabric. Studying had been a great idea, but this was so much better.
"You weren't paying attention in class?" Nessa raised her eyebrows.
"I got distracted." He couldn't help, but watched her lips when she spoke, and Boq didn't notice the soft blush when she spoke again.
"Fine, uuummm…Your room?" She pushed her chair down the hall. "I don't want to go and get all of my books, and Madame Morrible will fuss if you're in there for too long."
"Great!"
Oh yes, studying. What a brilliant idea. Study with the girl who's supposed to be your girlfriend who is the only reason you missed the lecture in class and everything will be great. Boq never ceased to amaze himself. And now, fumbling with the buttons of Nessa's vest and trying not to just give up and rip it, he realized that Nessa definitely wore too many buttons.
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