Title: "Photosynthesis"
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita.com
Fandom: "OLTL"
Rating/Classification: PG-13, Jolie, filler scene.
Disclaimer: Nope, not my characters.
Summary: A filler ficlet for the 5/12 John/Natalie scenes spanning AC and Llanview.
Natalie is not a delicate blossom.
John touches her and she doesn't bruise.
She opens.
Clinging, climbing, hands winding around hips and mouths meeting halfway, they stumble through the Llanview train station.
She turned towards him, like flower to sun, in AC. The choice was obvious. Not a choice at all, in fact, and they interlaced fingers, holding hands and going steady all the way to the ticket booth and platform.
As the industrial skyline zipped past the windows, dwindled into trees and hillsides, they swapped stories about fourth grade crushes and favorite lines from "Goodfellas." They talked about everything and nothing, mentioned no dreaded names, asked no "why"s.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Blue...no...red...no...clear!"
"Clear is not a color, John!"
"That's it, I've got to introduce you to Monty Python, Kid."
"Lennon or McCartney?"
"That's not even a legit question! They're a package deal."
"First kiss?"
"Susie Howard behind the skeeball alley on the Boardwalk. I was nine."
It wasn't until they pulled into Llanview that the easy conversation drifted into silence, tension...anticipation.
So, she turned to him. Flower to sun.
Luckily, their bodies know the way home.
The rough place where his beard fades into his throat is familiar. He didn't shave in a perfect line and she traces the uneven stubble, teasingly, with her tongue before he catches her lips in another kiss.
They laugh, giddy on the taste of new, of fresh, of right. Light filters through her, feeding her and nourishing him.
His palm slides down to the base of her spine, beneath her coat and shirt, thumb sliding along the band of her underwear and teasing.
"We're...we're going to get arrested for public indecency," she giggles, blushing from the toes up and arching against him.
"Naw, I have an In with the cops," he reminds, nipping at her earlobe as they lurch past the diner. "But if you're hot to get cuffed...?"
Angel Square might as well be deserted, and the few kids skateboarding by Luna's statue get a mini-lesson in sex ed. The hotel lobby, thankfully, is empty of Roxy or Nigel and so is the hallway. Dimly- lit, but it doesn't matter, they know their path by heart.
They turn to each other.
Flowers to sun.
And they're home.
--end—
May 13, 2004.
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita.com
Fandom: "OLTL"
Rating/Classification: PG-13, Jolie, filler scene.
Disclaimer: Nope, not my characters.
Summary: A filler ficlet for the 5/12 John/Natalie scenes spanning AC and Llanview.
Natalie is not a delicate blossom.
John touches her and she doesn't bruise.
She opens.
Clinging, climbing, hands winding around hips and mouths meeting halfway, they stumble through the Llanview train station.
She turned towards him, like flower to sun, in AC. The choice was obvious. Not a choice at all, in fact, and they interlaced fingers, holding hands and going steady all the way to the ticket booth and platform.
As the industrial skyline zipped past the windows, dwindled into trees and hillsides, they swapped stories about fourth grade crushes and favorite lines from "Goodfellas." They talked about everything and nothing, mentioned no dreaded names, asked no "why"s.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Blue...no...red...no...clear!"
"Clear is not a color, John!"
"That's it, I've got to introduce you to Monty Python, Kid."
"Lennon or McCartney?"
"That's not even a legit question! They're a package deal."
"First kiss?"
"Susie Howard behind the skeeball alley on the Boardwalk. I was nine."
It wasn't until they pulled into Llanview that the easy conversation drifted into silence, tension...anticipation.
So, she turned to him. Flower to sun.
Luckily, their bodies know the way home.
The rough place where his beard fades into his throat is familiar. He didn't shave in a perfect line and she traces the uneven stubble, teasingly, with her tongue before he catches her lips in another kiss.
They laugh, giddy on the taste of new, of fresh, of right. Light filters through her, feeding her and nourishing him.
His palm slides down to the base of her spine, beneath her coat and shirt, thumb sliding along the band of her underwear and teasing.
"We're...we're going to get arrested for public indecency," she giggles, blushing from the toes up and arching against him.
"Naw, I have an In with the cops," he reminds, nipping at her earlobe as they lurch past the diner. "But if you're hot to get cuffed...?"
Angel Square might as well be deserted, and the few kids skateboarding by Luna's statue get a mini-lesson in sex ed. The hotel lobby, thankfully, is empty of Roxy or Nigel and so is the hallway. Dimly- lit, but it doesn't matter, they know their path by heart.
They turn to each other.
Flowers to sun.
And they're home.
--end—
May 13, 2004.