Finally, day 30, only, checks calendar, 19 days too late.
Today's prompt(s): Our AC is out and it's the middle of the summer AU + (vaguely) It's 2 am but you're craving cake and we're both up anyway so let's bake in our underwear AU
Established Tiva, fluff
His bare leg brushed against hers, and whereas a week ago it would've set off an almost Pavlovian reaction of warmth pooling in her belly, right now she wanted to bury her face in her pillow and scream.
"Are you awake?"
She sighed heavily, the blare of a car horn drifting in through the open bedroom window. "Yes, Tony, it's too hot to sleep." She faced him, hoping the semi-darkness didn't detract too much from the fiery glare she aimed at him. "As it was the other three times you asked."
He had the courtesy to look away sheepishly. "When are they fixing the AC, again?"
Another heavy sigh. "Day after tomorrow, I told you that an hour ago." She resumed staring at the cracks in the ceiling. "Perhaps you should write that down."
Ignoring her answer, and irritation, he said, "I bet this is a preview of what hell will be like."
She squinted at him, trying to make out his expression in the moonlight. "Excuse me, I am not going to hell."
He chuckled and looked at her, then rested his too warm hand on her bare thigh, giving it a squeeze. "We're both going to hell for that thing we did two nights ago."
She blushed, and the room got a few degrees warmer remembering that particular night. She turned on her side to face him, and smirked. "Worth it, yes?"
"Oh, yeah!" he said, eyes dancing with mischief and desire. "I would volunteer to dog sit Cerberus if we did that again."
Her gaze raked over his naked body, eager to achieve that level of reckless abandon anew. If only it wasn't so hot, they could start practicing right now. "That was the last night the AC worked," she said wistfully.
He sighed, kissed the inside of her wrist, then let his fingers dance all over her arm lightly. The light touches distracted her from how insufferable his midnight babbling had been the past few days.
He ran a finger from her wrist to the crook of her elbow, then halted and looked at her. "Why is the heat bothering you so much, always thought you were used to it?"
"Israel isn't this humid." She heaved another sigh, his fingers resumed drawing mindless patterns on her arm, drawing out any tension and making her eyes slip shut.
His stomach growled, ruining the peaceful mood. "I'm hungry…for cake."
"I ate the last piece before bed," she mumbled, refusing to open her eyes, wanting to keep the illusion alive that she might actually get some sleep tonight.
He sat up suddenly, and she peeled open one eye, dreading whatever he was up to now.
He looked down at her gleefully. "Then we should bake another one right now, not like we're getting any sleep, anyways."
She blinked slowly, then calmly told him, "It's over a hundred degrees in here, if you think I'm turning on an oven for almost an hour, I will expedite your trip to hell myself."
A/N: Thank you, every single one of you, for reading and letting me know you enjoyed these stories.
This was a lot tougher than the 30 days of winter challenge, but I've learned a number of things;
- Somehow deciding to choose my own prompts was both more difficult and less challenging creatively.
- My health has deteriorated more than I realized the past two years. Trying to work within my limits is extremely challenging for me, so I should pat myself on the back for actually taking a break from writing a couple of times, prioritizing rest over finishing the challenge in 30 days...still annoyed I didn't finish in time, though.
- Sometimes you just have to start writing, even if you don't have the faintest idea where you're going with it. You may have to scrap/rewrite the first couple of lines or paragraphs, but so far that tactic has worked better for me than mulling things over in my head, hoping something will come.
- Your mood most definitely affects your writing (which should've been a given, but I've never experienced it quite so drastically as when writing chapter 19 on two separate days).
Anyhoo, this may be the end of another challenge, but I have loads more ideas for new stories, a bunch of WIPs I want to finish, and I've received some interesting prompts during the challenge that I look forward to exploring.
