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reddwarfslash2008-11-14 05:05 pm
kahvi.livejournal.com) wrote in reddwarfslash2008-11-14 05:05 pm
Entry tags:
Vignette: Frustration - R/L - PG
Title: Frustration
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Red Dwarf. Nor do I make any money from this fannish venture.
Spoilers: Legion.
Notes: Quickfic playing with an idea I got while writing a little something for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smaych with roadstergal.
It starts out funny.
I tell you I've hidden your diary inside my locker, and I know you'll never guess the combination, because it's written on the wall inside. I gleefully anticipate seeing you so frustrated, because that's what we live for, isn't it? Egging the other person on until he's ready to burst, and then doing it all over again when he does. It backfires, though. You glare at me, and there's a sort of pop, and when I blink, your uniform turns from blue to red. With an audible sigh, you stick your head inside, like it was nothing. I stare at your cut-off neck, hearing your muffled voice read the numbers off. That uniform jacket is shorter than the other one, and I don't know why I'm noticing that now. Then you're out again, and there's another pop and you open the lock, irritatedly.
You're standing there, talking, but I can't hear a word you're saying, because it just hit me. The way you flicker in and out of hard and soft light like that, so casually. I didn't even know you could do it. It makes me think about your body, and the fact that I can touch it now, if I just reach out with my fingers, so I do.
You halt, abruptly, looking down like I'm pointing a gun at you, or maybe an aubergine, 'cause there's more confusion and annoyance in your face than fear, and I realize that I am wrong.
Now that I can touch you, I can't.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Red Dwarf. Nor do I make any money from this fannish venture.
Spoilers: Legion.
Notes: Quickfic playing with an idea I got while writing a little something for
smaych with roadstergal.It starts out funny.
I tell you I've hidden your diary inside my locker, and I know you'll never guess the combination, because it's written on the wall inside. I gleefully anticipate seeing you so frustrated, because that's what we live for, isn't it? Egging the other person on until he's ready to burst, and then doing it all over again when he does. It backfires, though. You glare at me, and there's a sort of pop, and when I blink, your uniform turns from blue to red. With an audible sigh, you stick your head inside, like it was nothing. I stare at your cut-off neck, hearing your muffled voice read the numbers off. That uniform jacket is shorter than the other one, and I don't know why I'm noticing that now. Then you're out again, and there's another pop and you open the lock, irritatedly.
You're standing there, talking, but I can't hear a word you're saying, because it just hit me. The way you flicker in and out of hard and soft light like that, so casually. I didn't even know you could do it. It makes me think about your body, and the fact that I can touch it now, if I just reach out with my fingers, so I do.
You halt, abruptly, looking down like I'm pointing a gun at you, or maybe an aubergine, 'cause there's more confusion and annoyance in your face than fear, and I realize that I am wrong.
Now that I can touch you, I can't.
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