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Author's note: righty-o, this one takes place sometime after college graduation. I think anything past that you can pretty much glean from the text, so...here.
P.S.: I hate the title, so it could be subject to change at any point. This was just what I named the file...
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ One: Gordo ~*~
Gordo rolled over in bed, threw his arm to one side as to make his shoulder more comfortable, and found it to be extended across a warm body.
If there was any chance of him going back to sleep, it was gone now.
He sat up, still a bit sleepy, but a lot more alert. He peered down at the second occupant of his bed, who happened to be one Lizzie McGuire, fast asleep.
Oh, yeah. Lizzie had shown up on his doorstep last night, eyes red from crying, having had a fight with her roommate. She'd stormed out before she'd realized that she didn't have a place to go to.
Then naturally, she remembered Gordo.
Being that he was her best friend, and she his, Gordo couldn't have closed the door on the blonde, and of course invited her in. She had insisted that he keep the bed, but he would have none of it. They had argued --not harshly-- for about five minutes before finally conceding that they could share the bed.
They'd stayed up late into the night, lying under the covers together, talking about anything and everything that crossed their minds. They'd had conversations like that before, but never in this particular situation, which only made it seem more special. Deep and spiritual.
She looked better now. Innocent in sleep, free from pain, relaxed. A smile flashed over Gordo's face as he watched her sleep, and he settled back onto his pillow. Next to him, Lizzie stirred, and he became almost painfully aware of her close proximity, but while it unnerved him slightly, it soothed him more.
He wanted to hold her, and the notion stunned him. This was Lizzie, of all people. They'd been through everything together, but she was like...well, okay, she wasn't exactly like a sister to him.
Gordo lay on his side again, watching her body rise and fall with every breath, lulled into a sense of comfort. She moaned softly in her sleep, then rolled over and like a rag doll, flopped her arms about, one of them crossing Gordo's chest. Still fast asleep, Lizzie shifted closer to him.
Gordo rearranged himself without waking her up, putting his arms around her. She felt small next to him, although between the two of him, she was probably bigger. She felt good in his arms, and he didn't want to let her go.
He drifted off to sleep inhaling the gentle scent of her hair, a smile playing at his lips.
Author's note: righty-o, this one takes place sometime after college graduation. I think anything past that you can pretty much glean from the text, so...here.
P.S.: I hate the title, so it could be subject to change at any point. This was just what I named the file...
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
~*~ Kiss From A Rose ~*~
~*~ One: Gordo ~*~
Gordo rolled over in bed, threw his arm to one side as to make his shoulder more comfortable, and found it to be extended across a warm body.
If there was any chance of him going back to sleep, it was gone now.
He sat up, still a bit sleepy, but a lot more alert. He peered down at the second occupant of his bed, who happened to be one Lizzie McGuire, fast asleep.
Oh, yeah. Lizzie had shown up on his doorstep last night, eyes red from crying, having had a fight with her roommate. She'd stormed out before she'd realized that she didn't have a place to go to.
Then naturally, she remembered Gordo.
Being that he was her best friend, and she his, Gordo couldn't have closed the door on the blonde, and of course invited her in. She had insisted that he keep the bed, but he would have none of it. They had argued --not harshly-- for about five minutes before finally conceding that they could share the bed.
They'd stayed up late into the night, lying under the covers together, talking about anything and everything that crossed their minds. They'd had conversations like that before, but never in this particular situation, which only made it seem more special. Deep and spiritual.
She looked better now. Innocent in sleep, free from pain, relaxed. A smile flashed over Gordo's face as he watched her sleep, and he settled back onto his pillow. Next to him, Lizzie stirred, and he became almost painfully aware of her close proximity, but while it unnerved him slightly, it soothed him more.
He wanted to hold her, and the notion stunned him. This was Lizzie, of all people. They'd been through everything together, but she was like...well, okay, she wasn't exactly like a sister to him.
Gordo lay on his side again, watching her body rise and fall with every breath, lulled into a sense of comfort. She moaned softly in her sleep, then rolled over and like a rag doll, flopped her arms about, one of them crossing Gordo's chest. Still fast asleep, Lizzie shifted closer to him.
Gordo rearranged himself without waking her up, putting his arms around her. She felt small next to him, although between the two of him, she was probably bigger. She felt good in his arms, and he didn't want to let her go.
He drifted off to sleep inhaling the gentle scent of her hair, a smile playing at his lips.