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Title: Alone series, Coffee and Silence
Author: Lorraine
Category: Original fiction, fem slash
Rating: PG
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Coffee and Silence
We sat down at one of the little green, formica covered tables in the Cafe. She had a steaming cup of some tea that smelled oddly like mangos and grass. I had a cup of coffee so strong that I had a caffeine buzz after the second sip.
She toyed with her hair as we talked about The Talented Mr Ripley and whether or not Matt Damon had done the character justice. I hadn't read the books, but thought he did a credible job of acting creepy. She, on the other hand, was a purist and didn't like how the film condensed several books into one two hour movie.
I nodded along, unconsciously running my finger over the sip lid's opening, feeling the steam warming my fingertip. I wasn't as interested in the movie vs. the books as I was in determining just where we were headed.
I'm an impatient person, I skip to the ends of books, I read the plots of movies before I see them and I tape TV programs when I'm home, just so I can fast forward through the commercials. This tendency was proving to be a major distraction during this our first real conversation.
As time went by, I would regret that I had speeded us along so fast, but on that day all I could think about was how her skin might feel. Also, pondering the silky texture of her hair, as she twirled it in an endless spiral between her index finger and her thumb.
She caught on soon enough and instead of seeming annoyed, like I half expected and deserved, she just stopped talking and looked at me. It took several heartbeats for me to realise the conversation had ended, I was that wrapped up in fantasy.
We looked at each other then, really looked and without another word picked up our cups and threw them into the trash. It was a comfortable and somehow erotic silent understanding. An indication of the way things would always be between us.
She lived within walking distance. We strolled along the sidewalk, the backs of our hands barely touching. We commented on little, the air between us filled with suppressed excitement as we approached her apartment building.
Just before we stepped inside she turned to me with a laugh.
"I'm Kira, by the way," she said, then took my hand and led me inside.
Author: Lorraine
Category: Original fiction, fem slash
Rating: PG
I would really like to thank
squashed for recommending this series on her journal, I know I have more readers because of it. Like I said before, I'm simply tickled to death that anyone likes this enough to want to pass it along to their friends. Thank you to everyone who has left feedback so far. We sat down at one of the little green, formica covered tables in the Cafe. She had a steaming cup of some tea that smelled oddly like mangos and grass. I had a cup of coffee so strong that I had a caffeine buzz after the second sip.
She toyed with her hair as we talked about The Talented Mr Ripley and whether or not Matt Damon had done the character justice. I hadn't read the books, but thought he did a credible job of acting creepy. She, on the other hand, was a purist and didn't like how the film condensed several books into one two hour movie.
I nodded along, unconsciously running my finger over the sip lid's opening, feeling the steam warming my fingertip. I wasn't as interested in the movie vs. the books as I was in determining just where we were headed.
I'm an impatient person, I skip to the ends of books, I read the plots of movies before I see them and I tape TV programs when I'm home, just so I can fast forward through the commercials. This tendency was proving to be a major distraction during this our first real conversation.
As time went by, I would regret that I had speeded us along so fast, but on that day all I could think about was how her skin might feel. Also, pondering the silky texture of her hair, as she twirled it in an endless spiral between her index finger and her thumb.
She caught on soon enough and instead of seeming annoyed, like I half expected and deserved, she just stopped talking and looked at me. It took several heartbeats for me to realise the conversation had ended, I was that wrapped up in fantasy.
We looked at each other then, really looked and without another word picked up our cups and threw them into the trash. It was a comfortable and somehow erotic silent understanding. An indication of the way things would always be between us.
She lived within walking distance. We strolled along the sidewalk, the backs of our hands barely touching. We commented on little, the air between us filled with suppressed excitement as we approached her apartment building.
Just before we stepped inside she turned to me with a laugh.
"I'm Kira, by the way," she said, then took my hand and led me inside.
