Title:
Snap!
Author: Sarah
Feedback: Love it, please
leave it. . .positive or negative
Pairing: Angel/Collins my
OTP and OTO (One True Obsession)
Word Count: 588
(drabble)
Rating: Ummm. . .PG-13
Genre:
Fluff
Summary: Collins never noticed her bracelets
before
Notes: Ahh . . I got nothin'
Special
Thanks: I gotta headache, you all know who you are and why I love
you. . .
Spoilers: none
Warnings: The government
apparently actually spent money thinking about this game . . .if that
ain't a warning I don't know what is
Disclaimer: I own
nothing, especially not RENT and certainly not the Department of
Adolescent Promiscuity in Washington (yup, your tax dollars hard at
work)
Climbing into his lap, she is all coltish legs and arms.
Fresh out of the shower and she smells like fresh linen and
strawberries, her curls damp and sweet against his cheek, her skin
warm. His book forgotten, he turns to her, kissing her wet curls and
one bare wristbone, its hand curled around his shoulder.
"What're
these?" He asks, pulling on the thin rubber bracelets a rainbow
around her arms.
"Don't break them," she warns, smiling.
"You break them, you know what you gotta do to me?"
Grinning,
he asks "No, what?" One eyebrow raised, he gazes into her eyes,
mischievous and innocent and sexy all at once.
"Depends on the
color," she replies, her voice a purr, nearly a growl.
Keeping
his eye contact, he grins crookedly and chooses a bracelet at random,
lifting it with his finger. Not even looking at it he pulls until it
breaks. She looks down at it, then back up at him.
"Red? Not bad
for a start." Putting a hand on his cheek, she pulls his face to
her, kissing him, nudging his head backwards, his mouth open, her
tongue in his mouth. Their tongues tangle for a long moment,
reminiscent of high school, when he could vaguely remember girls
wearing bracelets like these. Who knew this was what they were
for? She breaks the kiss, smiling against his lips. He moves
toward her but she stops him, fingers on his lips.
"Only one.
You only broke one bracelet."
"But I . . ."
"Those are
the rules. Choose again."
He does, randomly selecting a pink
one, pulling 'til it snaps. She smiles, giggling a little, and
reaches over to give him a hug.
"That was lame."
"You
suggesting you don't like hugging me?" She asks, all offended
innocence.
"No, but. . ."
"You want more, try again."
He
grins at her. She loves games. Choosing an orange bracelet he slips
his finger under it. Snap. Positioning herself on his lap, she
leans in, kissing him gently, chastely.
"How do you remember all
this?"
"I got nothing but useless information up here," she
replies, tapping one temple.
"Then pick me a better one."
She
considers carefully, looking over the bits of rubber still left on
her wrist and picks up a light blue one. Holding it up, she waits
'til he slips his finger under it, then pulls hers away. He holds
her eyes with his, then pulls the bracelet hard and breaks it. A cry
of surprise escapes her lips. Serious expression on her face, she
repositions herself so that she's straddling him. Taking his hands
she puts them under her, on her ass, and he smiles as she winds her
arms around his neck.
"Supposed to be just a hug but-" she
cuts herself off as she kisses him, hard. He's surprised, but
responds immediately, lifting her hips, pulling her toward him. She
giggles inside his mouth when he picks her up and puts her on the
couch, never letting go of her lips as he positions himself over her.
"This isn't part of the game," she murmurs, smiling, as his
lips travel down her neck, biting roughly at it. Opening her eyes,
she realizes he's stopped and is staring intently down at her.
"Then show me which one to break," he growls.
Trembling,
she brings her wrist between them and picks up one of several black
ones. Crushing his lips back on hers, he rips two from her wrist,
just to be sure.
