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[Oct 5] [Fever Series by KMM] Of pink skirts and ice cream
Title: Of pink skirts and ice cream
Day/Theme: Oct 5/bargaining
Series: Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning(set somewhere between DarkFever and BloodFever)
Character/Pairing: slight Jericho Barrons/MacKayla Lane
Rating: PG-13
I missed shopping. Shopping back home was something that helped me relax, and after all the crazy stuff I've been thrown into lately, shopping would be nice. Dark, fiesty Mac would be angry with what I was holding onto, but the old Mac was a ray of sunshine and rebellious against Barrons. The little pink skirt would look great with a black tank that Barrons had instructed was a better fit for my 'new' look. I could resist... the skirt called to me. Though the rainbow-ish on looked even better and more tempting, I didn't want to kill Barrons... he probably would have taken one look at the rainbow skirt and died.
Hmm... tempting.
Ah, well... I didn't really want to see Barrons dead, without him, I'd be dead myself. But I didn't like how he confined me from enjoying myself. So after buying my cute skirt, I bought myself some ice cream. But then, like always in Dublin, it began to rain. I cursed at at the rain and ran toward my so-called home... Barron's Books and Baubles. I hadn't expected Barrons to be home, so when he was... I was shocked.
He stared at me and then his eyes shifted to the cone in my hand, he raised a sarcastic brow at me.
“We have an OOP to find, Ms. Lane, and you are out buying ice cream?”
I wasn't sure what to say, Barrons still frightened me a little, especially what little secrets he could be hiding from me. So instead of answering, I took lick of my ice cream. My breath caught as I realized that Barrons had watched me do it. Was he... no, of course not. So I took another lick, a little slower this time.
Only this time I didn't get the reaction I was expecting, no, he flung himself at me, closing his large hands over my wrists, causing me to drop my ice cream cone. Once he ice cream was gone, Barrons' snarled. “There is no time for ice cream in your new world, Ms.Lane, I suggest you forget about it.”
I bit my lip, looking down at the perfectly good ice cream gone to waste, then at Barrons' retreating back. Well, at least I had my pink skirt.
“And get rid of that abomination in your bag.”
Oh feck.
Day/Theme: Oct 5/bargaining
Series: Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning(set somewhere between DarkFever and BloodFever)
Character/Pairing: slight Jericho Barrons/MacKayla Lane
Rating: PG-13
I missed shopping. Shopping back home was something that helped me relax, and after all the crazy stuff I've been thrown into lately, shopping would be nice. Dark, fiesty Mac would be angry with what I was holding onto, but the old Mac was a ray of sunshine and rebellious against Barrons. The little pink skirt would look great with a black tank that Barrons had instructed was a better fit for my 'new' look. I could resist... the skirt called to me. Though the rainbow-ish on looked even better and more tempting, I didn't want to kill Barrons... he probably would have taken one look at the rainbow skirt and died.
Hmm... tempting.
Ah, well... I didn't really want to see Barrons dead, without him, I'd be dead myself. But I didn't like how he confined me from enjoying myself. So after buying my cute skirt, I bought myself some ice cream. But then, like always in Dublin, it began to rain. I cursed at at the rain and ran toward my so-called home... Barron's Books and Baubles. I hadn't expected Barrons to be home, so when he was... I was shocked.
He stared at me and then his eyes shifted to the cone in my hand, he raised a sarcastic brow at me.
“We have an OOP to find, Ms. Lane, and you are out buying ice cream?”
I wasn't sure what to say, Barrons still frightened me a little, especially what little secrets he could be hiding from me. So instead of answering, I took lick of my ice cream. My breath caught as I realized that Barrons had watched me do it. Was he... no, of course not. So I took another lick, a little slower this time.
Only this time I didn't get the reaction I was expecting, no, he flung himself at me, closing his large hands over my wrists, causing me to drop my ice cream cone. Once he ice cream was gone, Barrons' snarled. “There is no time for ice cream in your new world, Ms.Lane, I suggest you forget about it.”
I bit my lip, looking down at the perfectly good ice cream gone to waste, then at Barrons' retreating back. Well, at least I had my pink skirt.
“And get rid of that abomination in your bag.”
Oh feck.