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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-08-23 08:25 am
bossymarmalade) wrote2002-08-23 08:25 am
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So!!
I'm in a tizzy of happiness. Why? Why, you ask? Okay, I'll share.
Regarding my list of Puppy-Food associative words for one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
powrhug's QoTDs, Calico wrote me a darling bit of lamblove.
With food.
If you'd like to read it, it's behind the cutaway. I'll be in the corner spinning in circles and meeping to myself and thanking the cosmos for the urge I had this morning to bring a bagel to work for
11. bagels -- Oh, Lance, by far. Bagels are totally "on-the-run" food, like if you've got a ton of morning meetings and only have time for coffee and a quick bite. But they're weighty and crusty and soft inside and keep you going for a while.
A girl after my own heart. and stomach.
Can't tell you how much I wanna watch Lance burning his fingers on a freshly toasted bagel and hissing, then irritably spreading cream cheese on a bagel, and demanding that Justin bring him the salmon now now now and didn't Justin know he had a meeting? had he forgotten already? and Justin stalks over, and slams the salmon down hard enough to make the dish rattle, and Lance flinches and looks at him uncertainly, and Justin folds his arms.
"What?"
"Salmon," Justin says, though it's clear he really means, I hate you.
"Sorry, I just," Lance says, and he's still holding the bagel, warm and dense in his fingers, and he's starving and the salmon looks gorgeous but Justin, yeah, Justin. Gotta deal with that. "I've got a meeting?"
"So you're an asshole all day, yeah, I think I caught that memo this time round." Justin picks the bagel out of Lance's hand, starts arranging slippery-smooth pieces of salmon over the cream cheese.
"Hey, um--"
"There's your breakfast," Justin says, cracking black pepper over the blush of salmon and pressing the two halves of the bagel closed, dusting his hands off on his thighs. "I'll see you later, I guess."
And he walks out, and Lance spends the whole meeting with a rumbling stomach and thinking about how he didn't get a goodbye kiss and he was rude and Justin Justin Justin and how long til this stupid meet was over, huh? huh? And then he eats his breakfast on the way home, and it's, yeah, chewy and delicious and succulent and a little salty, and he thinks about Justin's hands, Justin's angry little sigh as he walked away, and then about the missed goodbye kiss again.
And then he gets into the house, and finds Justin in the kitchen moodily eating strawberries, and holds up one finger and talks into his cellphone, and Justin looks extra pissed and Lance can practically hear him thinking, he's still on the goddamn phone? until Justin actually starts listening, and realises, as Lance cancels his meeting for the next day.
I'm in a tizzy of happiness. Why? Why, you ask? Okay, I'll share.
Regarding my list of Puppy-Food associative words for one of
powrhug's QoTDs, Calico wrote me a darling bit of lamblove. With food.
If you'd like to read it, it's behind the cutaway. I'll be in the corner spinning in circles and meeping to myself and thanking the cosmos for the urge I had this morning to bring a bagel to work for
11. bagels -- Oh, Lance, by far. Bagels are totally "on-the-run" food, like if you've got a ton of morning meetings and only have time for coffee and a quick bite. But they're weighty and crusty and soft inside and keep you going for a while.
A girl after my own heart. and stomach.
Can't tell you how much I wanna watch Lance burning his fingers on a freshly toasted bagel and hissing, then irritably spreading cream cheese on a bagel, and demanding that Justin bring him the salmon now now now and didn't Justin know he had a meeting? had he forgotten already? and Justin stalks over, and slams the salmon down hard enough to make the dish rattle, and Lance flinches and looks at him uncertainly, and Justin folds his arms.
"What?"
"Salmon," Justin says, though it's clear he really means, I hate you.
"Sorry, I just," Lance says, and he's still holding the bagel, warm and dense in his fingers, and he's starving and the salmon looks gorgeous but Justin, yeah, Justin. Gotta deal with that. "I've got a meeting?"
"So you're an asshole all day, yeah, I think I caught that memo this time round." Justin picks the bagel out of Lance's hand, starts arranging slippery-smooth pieces of salmon over the cream cheese.
"Hey, um--"
"There's your breakfast," Justin says, cracking black pepper over the blush of salmon and pressing the two halves of the bagel closed, dusting his hands off on his thighs. "I'll see you later, I guess."
And he walks out, and Lance spends the whole meeting with a rumbling stomach and thinking about how he didn't get a goodbye kiss and he was rude and Justin Justin Justin and how long til this stupid meet was over, huh? huh? And then he eats his breakfast on the way home, and it's, yeah, chewy and delicious and succulent and a little salty, and he thinks about Justin's hands, Justin's angry little sigh as he walked away, and then about the missed goodbye kiss again.
And then he gets into the house, and finds Justin in the kitchen moodily eating strawberries, and holds up one finger and talks into his cellphone, and Justin looks extra pissed and Lance can practically hear him thinking, he's still on the goddamn phone? until Justin actually starts listening, and realises, as Lance cancels his meeting for the next day.
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