Post by snowkitty on May 2, 2007 19:33:51 GMT -5
This is my fanfic of mysteria's novel. XD No laughie. Btw, I don't remember what color Seth's eyes are, so I decided they're blue. XD Oh, and mysteria, you may use this fic/idea in whatever way you like. 'cause I really don't care, and I don't think your readers do, either, if you revamp it. XD
FIRST COMES LOVE
It was pretty peaceful up here. The trees scattered sunlight and kept it out of her eyes. She could look down on the quiet forest without a care, her long legs dangling over the strong branch of the oak.
"You're in my tree."
She looked down, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. Mysty growled as soon as she saw who it was.
"What, not happy to see me?" The seventeen year-old lenaed against the tree's trunk, crossing his arms. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"No," she retorted, looking off again. "And it isn't 'your' tree."
The branches next to her creaked in distress and she realized, scowling, that he was climbing up anyway.
Damnit.
Vaguely the girl felt him settle into the spot beside her; she hmphed and scooted farther to the left, away from him.
"You'll fall."
She snorted. "As if. How do you think I got up on the water tower? If anyone falls, it's gonna be you."
"And how do you think I got up in this tree with you?" Seth gazed at her intently, his eyes boring holes, it seemed, into Mysty's skull.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped. "Move. I'm getting down."
He didn't move.
And that made her mad.
"What is your problem?" she asked angrily.
"Don't feel like moving," Seth drawled.
"Fine." She crossed her arms stubbornly. "If you're not moving, I'm not moving."
"Fine with me." He shrugged.
So they sat.
And sat.
And sat.
Until he said, "You look cold," and she didn't even bother to protest.
So Seth pulled his grey hooded sweatshirt over his head, and shoved it into her hands. She glanced down and raised one eyebrow.
"I am not holding this for you."
"Put it on, stupid."
And for some reason, Mysty complied.
Seth's throat grew dry as he realized just how good Mysty looked with his hoodie.
Which was really, really good.
So good, in fact, that Seth's hormones began working like crazy and his head exploded and Mysty fell out of the tree like she swore she wouldn't.
Well, not exactly.
But his hormones did begin working like crazy.
"Seth?"
"...yeah?"
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
At that point, testosterone completely took over.
One wide, calloused hand fell over a slim one - there was a sharp intake of breath - and quick as lightning he kissed her.
So that's how he ended up by the base of the tree with a broken tailbone.
And all he could think was, It was worth it.
FIN
FIRST COMES LOVE
It was pretty peaceful up here. The trees scattered sunlight and kept it out of her eyes. She could look down on the quiet forest without a care, her long legs dangling over the strong branch of the oak.
"You're in my tree."
She looked down, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. Mysty growled as soon as she saw who it was.
"What, not happy to see me?" The seventeen year-old lenaed against the tree's trunk, crossing his arms. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"No," she retorted, looking off again. "And it isn't 'your' tree."
The branches next to her creaked in distress and she realized, scowling, that he was climbing up anyway.
Damnit.
Vaguely the girl felt him settle into the spot beside her; she hmphed and scooted farther to the left, away from him.
"You'll fall."
She snorted. "As if. How do you think I got up on the water tower? If anyone falls, it's gonna be you."
"And how do you think I got up in this tree with you?" Seth gazed at her intently, his eyes boring holes, it seemed, into Mysty's skull.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped. "Move. I'm getting down."
He didn't move.
And that made her mad.
"What is your problem?" she asked angrily.
"Don't feel like moving," Seth drawled.
"Fine." She crossed her arms stubbornly. "If you're not moving, I'm not moving."
"Fine with me." He shrugged.
So they sat.
And sat.
And sat.
Until he said, "You look cold," and she didn't even bother to protest.
So Seth pulled his grey hooded sweatshirt over his head, and shoved it into her hands. She glanced down and raised one eyebrow.
"I am not holding this for you."
"Put it on, stupid."
And for some reason, Mysty complied.
Seth's throat grew dry as he realized just how good Mysty looked with his hoodie.
Which was really, really good.
So good, in fact, that Seth's hormones began working like crazy and his head exploded and Mysty fell out of the tree like she swore she wouldn't.
Well, not exactly.
But his hormones did begin working like crazy.
"Seth?"
"...yeah?"
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
At that point, testosterone completely took over.
One wide, calloused hand fell over a slim one - there was a sharp intake of breath - and quick as lightning he kissed her.
So that's how he ended up by the base of the tree with a broken tailbone.
And all he could think was, It was worth it.
FIN