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tamingthemuseTitle: Crumpled Paper
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: PG
Fandom: Original
Pairing: F/F
Summary:
A/N: I broke my tooth this afternoon so that's distracting me. :( But this prompt is too tempting.
The words wouldn't come out right. Time and time again, Lindsey just could not find a way to pour out what was building up inside of her. No matter how her thoughts worded themselves in her head, her hands couldn't seem to put it to paper. They were frozen instead, completely still, yet yearning to find the way to write exactly what was streaming through her brain.
Love, love, was it love? First it was just an infatuation, a crush. Her insides lifted and sighed when she saw Kelsey Hann walk by her in the hallway. Kelsey's hands were perfect: slender, smooth, and dexterous. She'd watched the brunette perform at a concert, her pale fingers moving fluidly across the shining surface of a flute. Since then she couldn't stop noticing them, especially during English, the one class they had together.
Kelsey sat ahead of her, and Lindsey kept her head lowered, only looking up to see Kelsey's hand lying on the desk. Lindsey laid her own hand on her desk, stroking over the surface while she imagined the soft skin on the back of Kelsey's hand, the smooth texture of her wrist, and how it would feel to entwine their fingers.
But that wasn't all that Lindsey admired after a while. She simply couldn't justify the rest of it as easily, not without her heart fluttering nervously as if worried someone could spy on her thoughts. The other girl smelled of strawberries, and sometimes cocoa butter, which Lindsey soon suspected were the scents of shampoo and hand lotion, respectively. The scents became so strong to her that she soon found herself purchasing a small bottle of cocoa butter hand lotion, which she kept in her room. Consequently, her dreams were both blessed and plagued with dreams of impossible things. Dreams of soft skin and hard kisses. Dreams of dexterous hands, boldly exploring naked skin with the familiarity of a frequent lover.
The dreams left Lindsey dazed when she awoke again, quickly realizing that what just happened was not reality, but an unfulfilled desire. She grasped at pen and paper desperately, trying to perfect something in writing that she would never be able to utter aloud to the girl she desired. Words like beautiful and please ended up inside balls of crumpled paper, left to litter the floor of her room. Manifestation of her desire. She was drowning in it.
Just looking at Kelsey began to leave terrible, lingering pain in her chest. It felt as if a heavy weight had settled on her, crushing her slowly. There was absolutely nothing she could say, she realized, but the need was overwhelming. How would she ever put that tentative wish, pleading desire to words that the other girl could understand, even if she didn't want it? How could she go on if everything went wrong, and Kelsey wasn't the quiet, considering person Lindsey so desperately wanted to believe she was?
There was no one to ask, no one to trust. If only she could see Kelsey alone, away from the trappings of the world around them. The opportunity presented itself all too soon, when Lindsey found Kelsey in a practice room by chance. She watched through the window while Kelsey played her flute, not even trusting herself to breathe.
Lindsey ran her hands over the sides of her face to remind herself that this was real. Her only chance, most likely, and she couldn't afford to even let herself think about everything that could go wrong. Not when Kelsey looked back at her through the window, finally noticing her presence. It was like being outside of her own body when Lindsey opened the door and stepped inside the room. She couldn't stop herself from going straight to Kelsey, her breath trembling for a second before she crushed their lips together.
It was a long, hot second that felt like forever. When Lindsey pulled back, her face was burning and her heart was pounding in her ears. Time seemed to rush around her, air ringing out, and then she found herself being kissed again. Kissed. Kelsey's hands awkwardly tried to find a place to rest, with her flute still in one hand, but Lindsey was too consumed with the feel of soft lips on hers, worried about whether her breath smelled, and what she should do in return.
They pulled away again, quietly, and Lindsey pulled her hair behind her ears nervously, thinking of all of those crumbled up pieces of paper, all of the words that didn't fit together, and she couldn't remember them now, couldn't make them work even in the moment of truth.
"I..." Kelsey trailed off for a moment, unsure of what to say. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have waited so long."
The statement made Lindsey's insides turn to a quivering mess. "You could have told me," she murmured, wishing that Kelsey had, that she'd noticed that Lindsey couldn't take her eyes off of her.
Kelsey shook her head quickly. "No. I tried so many times to think of how to ask, but I couldn't find the words."
Lindsey was quiet for a long moment. "You didn't have to say anything at all."
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: PG
Fandom: Original
Pairing: F/F
Summary:
A/N: I broke my tooth this afternoon so that's distracting me. :( But this prompt is too tempting.
The words wouldn't come out right. Time and time again, Lindsey just could not find a way to pour out what was building up inside of her. No matter how her thoughts worded themselves in her head, her hands couldn't seem to put it to paper. They were frozen instead, completely still, yet yearning to find the way to write exactly what was streaming through her brain.
Love, love, was it love? First it was just an infatuation, a crush. Her insides lifted and sighed when she saw Kelsey Hann walk by her in the hallway. Kelsey's hands were perfect: slender, smooth, and dexterous. She'd watched the brunette perform at a concert, her pale fingers moving fluidly across the shining surface of a flute. Since then she couldn't stop noticing them, especially during English, the one class they had together.
Kelsey sat ahead of her, and Lindsey kept her head lowered, only looking up to see Kelsey's hand lying on the desk. Lindsey laid her own hand on her desk, stroking over the surface while she imagined the soft skin on the back of Kelsey's hand, the smooth texture of her wrist, and how it would feel to entwine their fingers.
But that wasn't all that Lindsey admired after a while. She simply couldn't justify the rest of it as easily, not without her heart fluttering nervously as if worried someone could spy on her thoughts. The other girl smelled of strawberries, and sometimes cocoa butter, which Lindsey soon suspected were the scents of shampoo and hand lotion, respectively. The scents became so strong to her that she soon found herself purchasing a small bottle of cocoa butter hand lotion, which she kept in her room. Consequently, her dreams were both blessed and plagued with dreams of impossible things. Dreams of soft skin and hard kisses. Dreams of dexterous hands, boldly exploring naked skin with the familiarity of a frequent lover.
The dreams left Lindsey dazed when she awoke again, quickly realizing that what just happened was not reality, but an unfulfilled desire. She grasped at pen and paper desperately, trying to perfect something in writing that she would never be able to utter aloud to the girl she desired. Words like beautiful and please ended up inside balls of crumpled paper, left to litter the floor of her room. Manifestation of her desire. She was drowning in it.
Just looking at Kelsey began to leave terrible, lingering pain in her chest. It felt as if a heavy weight had settled on her, crushing her slowly. There was absolutely nothing she could say, she realized, but the need was overwhelming. How would she ever put that tentative wish, pleading desire to words that the other girl could understand, even if she didn't want it? How could she go on if everything went wrong, and Kelsey wasn't the quiet, considering person Lindsey so desperately wanted to believe she was?
There was no one to ask, no one to trust. If only she could see Kelsey alone, away from the trappings of the world around them. The opportunity presented itself all too soon, when Lindsey found Kelsey in a practice room by chance. She watched through the window while Kelsey played her flute, not even trusting herself to breathe.
Lindsey ran her hands over the sides of her face to remind herself that this was real. Her only chance, most likely, and she couldn't afford to even let herself think about everything that could go wrong. Not when Kelsey looked back at her through the window, finally noticing her presence. It was like being outside of her own body when Lindsey opened the door and stepped inside the room. She couldn't stop herself from going straight to Kelsey, her breath trembling for a second before she crushed their lips together.
It was a long, hot second that felt like forever. When Lindsey pulled back, her face was burning and her heart was pounding in her ears. Time seemed to rush around her, air ringing out, and then she found herself being kissed again. Kissed. Kelsey's hands awkwardly tried to find a place to rest, with her flute still in one hand, but Lindsey was too consumed with the feel of soft lips on hers, worried about whether her breath smelled, and what she should do in return.
They pulled away again, quietly, and Lindsey pulled her hair behind her ears nervously, thinking of all of those crumbled up pieces of paper, all of the words that didn't fit together, and she couldn't remember them now, couldn't make them work even in the moment of truth.
"I..." Kelsey trailed off for a moment, unsure of what to say. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have waited so long."
The statement made Lindsey's insides turn to a quivering mess. "You could have told me," she murmured, wishing that Kelsey had, that she'd noticed that Lindsey couldn't take her eyes off of her.
Kelsey shook her head quickly. "No. I tried so many times to think of how to ask, but I couldn't find the words."
Lindsey was quiet for a long moment. "You didn't have to say anything at all."
