twisted attempts to fly
summary: o4/1oo — "i am not short." she mumbles, flicking his nose. "of course you're not." last pairing: percypiper
He's leaning against the doorframe, lazy sort of grin stretching from ear to ear, almost whispering 'c'mere, I have a secret to tell you' but they both know the secret is her.
"So, Shorty," he starts, nodding at her. They aren't anything near official, oh hell no. They're just frenziedkisses and hottouches behind close doors, his pathetic attempt to heal her aching heart because she reminds him too much of her {May}.
She glowers at him, standing up from where she'd been sitting. She was waiting for him — he always comes at a quarter past ten on Wednesday nights.
Brisk, light footsteps - that was how she walked. Fists clenched, chests an inch away. "I am not short." she mumbles, flicking his nose.
"Of course you're not." he tells her, smiling amusedly, but not in the "get to close and lose your wallet" way.
She stares at him evenly, and she doesn't one hundred believe his lie. At least, she thinks it's a lie. She has issues differentiating between truth and lie with him.
He leans down to kiss her and she pulls him to bed, grabbing a condom and mumbling about how she's 'not short, damn it' and he laughs a bit at her, hoping jewels wont sprout up outside
notes;
Well...it's been a while. Tee hee.
So, I wrote this at 1 in the morning on my phone and uploaded it forty five minutes later from my phone. Not betaed. hint; romanxgreek god
