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strangetomato) wrote2008-06-09 09:41 pm
strangetomato) wrote2008-06-09 09:41 pm
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Simstoryteller drabbles: Tenderly and Condom
To get myself into working on the next chapter, I decided to do a couple of the weekly drabbles from the list at Sim Storytellers.
Prompts: Tenderly, Condom
Characters: Ophelia Nigmos, Ripp Grunt
Word count: 100
Pic count: 2
Note: Condom follows directly after Tenderly, as I have arranged them here.
Tenderly
As they waited for the cab to arrive, he reached for her hand, and she allowed him to hold it. The oddness hadn't quite worn off yet, and her heart still leapt a little whenever he touched her like that, with obvious tenderness.
She looked over at him, and he turned his head to meet her eyes. He smiled, but neither of them said anything. Words weren’t necessary. She could see that he was happy for her, and happy to be able to stand there, holding her hand.
Ophelia smiled. After several minutes, she spoke.
"That look really suits you."
Condom
Ripp loved compliments.
Sure, most people did, but him especially. It likely stemmed from all those years where he heard Tank getting praised while he was only criticized. He loved to get attention in any form at all, but never more than when it came from Ophelia. He all but lived for her approval.
They were easing into something more than just friends, and those small things were significant. Holding her hands was thrilling enough, for now. The rest could come later.
Still, he kept a condom in his pocket, just in case. You could never be too ready, right?
Prompts: Tenderly, Condom
Characters: Ophelia Nigmos, Ripp Grunt
Word count: 100
Pic count: 2
Note: Condom follows directly after Tenderly, as I have arranged them here.
Tenderly
As they waited for the cab to arrive, he reached for her hand, and she allowed him to hold it. The oddness hadn't quite worn off yet, and her heart still leapt a little whenever he touched her like that, with obvious tenderness.
She looked over at him, and he turned his head to meet her eyes. He smiled, but neither of them said anything. Words weren’t necessary. She could see that he was happy for her, and happy to be able to stand there, holding her hand.
Ophelia smiled. After several minutes, she spoke.
"That look really suits you."
Condom
Ripp loved compliments.
Sure, most people did, but him especially. It likely stemmed from all those years where he heard Tank getting praised while he was only criticized. He loved to get attention in any form at all, but never more than when it came from Ophelia. He all but lived for her approval.
They were easing into something more than just friends, and those small things were significant. Holding her hands was thrilling enough, for now. The rest could come later.
Still, he kept a condom in his pocket, just in case. You could never be too ready, right?
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