This One Time At Band Camp, Part One.
Summary: Kind of self-explanatory. Confused flutist falls in love with the most forbidden of fruits... A color guard member. Fluffsmut, my first attempt for a friend.
Rating: M. For mild language and fluffy lesbian sex, in the future.
Everyone knows the joke about flutists and their non-musical activities with their instruments. We really don't do that... And band camp... isn't ALWAYS about the sex. But apparently, in this instance, it is. Enjoy my horrible attempt at smut, lesbian smut at that. R&R would be embraced with open arms. -LeZ
The two sat against the wall, the flute and the trumpet. They stuck out because they really didn't belong with the boys or with the girls, as they made a rather futile attempt at being both. The trumpet was making eyes at a rather attractive clarinet player, while the flutist appeared to be staring off into space. However, space was defined as adorable color guard member. She was transfixed.
"You want her, don't you," said the trumpet player absentmindedly, running a calloused hand through her bangs. "You know it's not completely impossible, Ren... no one is a hundred percent straight. Not even the Pope, I bet he dreams about touching little kids the way the cardinals do." She laughed mirthlessly, thinking seriously.
Lauren rolled her eyes to the ceiling, finally unlatching them from the target that was now miming a rather obscene motion with her practice flag. "It's not just her body I want, Alex, it's all of her - personality, manner of speaking, and yes, her body," she said, laying the situation out before herself using her hands. "Mira's just too... adorable to think of in just a sexual sense." She blushed. Flutists and colorguard people did not 'go' together. Only trumpets and color guard, or some other 'masculine' instrument and color guard. Because most of the time, the color guard was made up of girls.
"There you go about raping people gently. Mirabelle Anne Gracin is never going to want the way you want her," Alex retorted, crossing her arms. "But, you know, I could visualize you being quite the seductress-"
Lauren stood up and straightened out the plaid shorts that hung off generally lacking hips. "Perhaps I should go start," she said dryly, barely looking back before careening into a heavyset tuba player. She continued despite mild quips from the looming fellow, ignoring a quiet statement from the friend she'd left behind.
"I meant for me, you asshat. I want you the way you want her."
The trumpeter furrowed her brow as she witnessed the small fraction of the colorguard realize that Lauren was actually a girl. They reacted as everyone else did... with surprise and mild revulsion. People in the small Midwestern town did not take kindly to the 'alternatively-oriented', and most viewed them as freakish. Alex noted Mira's curious expression, mixed with something she couldn't put her thumb on. Her stomach turned with jealousy as her flutist talked to this challenger. How obvious could Lauren be?
Alex would just have to throw a wrench into the gears of the situation. Or rather, a trumpet.
After: Wow, I won't deny this started pretty badly. But, you asked, Adler. I responded.
Also! Alex is a girl. Not a boy.