Procrastination...

[seedee]

... how I love thee.

So instead of kicking this story's ass, I'm distracting myself with drabbles.

I wrote this one for a given prompt and pairing, and posted it somewhere where people know who it is. I'm posting it without names here. Does anyone want to guess who I'm writing about?



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Waiting and Watching

He never knew what it was. She did. It was the glasses, the confidence, the way he held his quill, the stuck-up prissiness he used to hide his fire.

He never knew how it started. She did. It was infuriation losing and infatuation winning. It was her discovering passion buried under paperwork, and him discovering a razor-sharp mind behind sarcasm.

He knew how it would end. It would end on his desk, his pants pushed down, her skirt pushed up, thrusting and panting.

He saw it in her eyes. He felt it in his gut.

She was waiting.

Maybe today.

Comments

[thimble-kiss.livejournal.com]

I was thinking Percy and Pansy as I read it, too. :) Nice drabble!

[vanseedee.livejournal.com]

It is! The glasses gave it away...

[nikethana.livejournal.com]

i think it was the prissiness.. i don't think of any other character but percy as prissy in hp :)

[vanseedee.livejournal.com]

I just tried to come up with another character I'd call prissy, but I couldn't think of one either. There are some, but none where it really fits.

So yeah, I think you're right. 'Prissy' was a bit of a give-away.