[One-shot. RP Muses]
Name: Of Idle Threats and Old Bonds
Characters: Amber, Justin
Fandom: Vardaark
Warnings: PG-17 for language and sexual refrences
Summary: Just read it. It’s short and semi-worth it.
“Did you really hafta cut your hair hun? Couldn’t you have found some other way to make a statement in Korea like, I don’t know, dying your hair pink? ANYTHING. You did the coolest things with your hair, and your face fits like, every single style. What a waste!” Justin, one of her closest friends, was once again bitching about her rash decision to chop of her hair(which had gone just past her shoulder blades) to above her ears.
“You know Justin” Amber threw another dart at the electronic target that hung in a lopsided fashion against the wall due to Mihka’s OCD about having things at a forty-five degree angle, “If you keep bitching about my hair like that people are going to start thinking you’re a-“
“Amber Liu, if you continue to be so adamant about insisting on teasing me about my occasional effeminate qualities I may be forced to prove just how interested I am in your sex.” His voice had changed from slightly whiny and complaining to smooth and suggestive in record time, his voice got deeper, emphasizing the last word just enough to practically drip with hormones and appeal but still maintaining that classy erotic tone that only he could manage. The reasonable part of her brain knew that he wasn’t really talking about, well, her ‘sex’ per se but her sex as in all women, but he just had one of voices that he was so good at manipulating in the most subtle of ways he made the bible sound like erotica; written just for your pleasure. It made Amber blush and look away from his laughing face, scrunching her face up and sticking her tongue out at him to hide her embarrassment.
Lets make something clear right now, Amber Liu, is not, has not, and will never be ‘a blusher’, but as soon as Justin Fairchild met her and realized just how oblivious she was to the opposite sex and innuendos in general he set out to prove to her that deep inside she had a blushing hormonal woman that needed to be set free.
Of course he hadn’t quite achieved that yet, but he was still working on it. She was never quite sure if all of his advances were serious or not, but just in case she had turned them all down.
“Whatever, and you mean Leslie did all those cool things with my hair, meaning she sat me down and jerked my head around in all those weird braids an’ shit in any style she wanted to. If I’m in Korea it’s not like I’ll have anyone to do my hair anyway. I just want people to leave me the fuck alone while I’m there, and I want them to regret making me attend that stupid place.” Her voice was bitter and angry as she threw another dart, watching as it hit dead center, all of her frustration at being sent away in two weeks channeled into the piece of metal.
A sigh could be heard from the couch to her right as she reached for another one, “You’re going back to the angry little thing you were when you first started to run with us aren’t you?” Justin’s voice was filled with resignation; as if he didn’t like it but had given up trying to change her by now.
He watched in amusement as she waved the dart at him, “You call me an angry little thing and I’m going to put this right between your twinkling eyes.” All she got for her intimidating efforts was another flash of his smile that charmed girls all the way from here to Dallas, “You think my eyes twinkle? Aw thanks Lil’ Liu.” He laughed at her usual sigh and her warm smile that she tried to hide as she threw the dart again without looking, having it miss it’s mark by only a few inches, “Sure they do, like the nerdy kid’s braces.” His head tilted back as rich laughter filled the room, Amber always made the weirdest connections and analogies, her sense of humor and overall thought process seemed disconnected and strange until you started to see how her mind topics to one another, and then they became hilarious.
He watched her as she walked towards the board to retrieve all the darts and did a countdown in his head as he watched his ‘other half’…
Three…two…one…
“Ow flying fuckin’ whorebags. My gorram shin!” The tomboy collapsed on the rub with a cry of pain as she continued cursing like a sailor, cradling her leg to her chest as she checked it to see if it was going to bruise.
The scene brought an amused smile to his face, any other girl would whimper and cry if they walked right into the cement blocks which held their ‘table’; while Amber muttered obscenities that could make most of their crew speechless.
“What would all of our rivals say if they knew the Amber that has half the city and the surrounding area scared shitless of her powerful legs and speed during fights can be bested by just putting a table in front of her.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his
lips as she glared up at him, “Bite me. Damn Aryan Bastard.”
Almost as soon as the muttered words left her mouth he was on her.
“Your request is my demand-“
“WHAT THE FUCK. I was joking! Get off of me you psycho!”
“But I’m comfy now!”
“Like I give a-WHAT THE SHITMONKEYS. Did you just lick me?!”
“Maybe, why are you afraid of my cooties? You weren’t that one time we-“
“I was DRUNK you jackass! That’s fuckin’ disgusting your SALIVA is on my NECK you sicko.”
“Amber you crack me up you know that?”
“I’m about to crack something of you don’t get your nose away from my ear you fuckin’ weirdo.”
“You wouldn’t do that. You love me.”
---
“Sooo. She wasn’t kidding.” Justin hit his ‘little brother’ Zaky hard on the side of his head as he glared at him, flinching when the somehow caused pain to shoot up his shoulder.
“It’s not fuckin’ funny. She dislocated my goddamn arm! She didn’t even sit up!” He moved to sit up and yell at the younger boy but was pushed back down.
“I’m not laughing; and I thought we’d established a long time ago that Amber doesn’t joke about inflicting physical pain, she just does it?” All he heard was grumbling as Justin turned the TV up louder and ignored the ‘brat’ and the pain in his shoulder.
Who knew licking the girl would get her so damn peeved anyway?
Characters: Amber, Justin
Fandom: Vardaark
Warnings: PG-17 for language and sexual refrences
Summary: Just read it. It’s short and semi-worth it.
“Did you really hafta cut your hair hun? Couldn’t you have found some other way to make a statement in Korea like, I don’t know, dying your hair pink? ANYTHING. You did the coolest things with your hair, and your face fits like, every single style. What a waste!” Justin, one of her closest friends, was once again bitching about her rash decision to chop of her hair(which had gone just past her shoulder blades) to above her ears.
“You know Justin” Amber threw another dart at the electronic target that hung in a lopsided fashion against the wall due to Mihka’s OCD about having things at a forty-five degree angle, “If you keep bitching about my hair like that people are going to start thinking you’re a-“
“Amber Liu, if you continue to be so adamant about insisting on teasing me about my occasional effeminate qualities I may be forced to prove just how interested I am in your sex.” His voice had changed from slightly whiny and complaining to smooth and suggestive in record time, his voice got deeper, emphasizing the last word just enough to practically drip with hormones and appeal but still maintaining that classy erotic tone that only he could manage. The reasonable part of her brain knew that he wasn’t really talking about, well, her ‘sex’ per se but her sex as in all women, but he just had one of voices that he was so good at manipulating in the most subtle of ways he made the bible sound like erotica; written just for your pleasure. It made Amber blush and look away from his laughing face, scrunching her face up and sticking her tongue out at him to hide her embarrassment.
Lets make something clear right now, Amber Liu, is not, has not, and will never be ‘a blusher’, but as soon as Justin Fairchild met her and realized just how oblivious she was to the opposite sex and innuendos in general he set out to prove to her that deep inside she had a blushing hormonal woman that needed to be set free.
Of course he hadn’t quite achieved that yet, but he was still working on it. She was never quite sure if all of his advances were serious or not, but just in case she had turned them all down.
“Whatever, and you mean Leslie did all those cool things with my hair, meaning she sat me down and jerked my head around in all those weird braids an’ shit in any style she wanted to. If I’m in Korea it’s not like I’ll have anyone to do my hair anyway. I just want people to leave me the fuck alone while I’m there, and I want them to regret making me attend that stupid place.” Her voice was bitter and angry as she threw another dart, watching as it hit dead center, all of her frustration at being sent away in two weeks channeled into the piece of metal.
A sigh could be heard from the couch to her right as she reached for another one, “You’re going back to the angry little thing you were when you first started to run with us aren’t you?” Justin’s voice was filled with resignation; as if he didn’t like it but had given up trying to change her by now.
He watched in amusement as she waved the dart at him, “You call me an angry little thing and I’m going to put this right between your twinkling eyes.” All she got for her intimidating efforts was another flash of his smile that charmed girls all the way from here to Dallas, “You think my eyes twinkle? Aw thanks Lil’ Liu.” He laughed at her usual sigh and her warm smile that she tried to hide as she threw the dart again without looking, having it miss it’s mark by only a few inches, “Sure they do, like the nerdy kid’s braces.” His head tilted back as rich laughter filled the room, Amber always made the weirdest connections and analogies, her sense of humor and overall thought process seemed disconnected and strange until you started to see how her mind topics to one another, and then they became hilarious.
He watched her as she walked towards the board to retrieve all the darts and did a countdown in his head as he watched his ‘other half’…
Three…two…one…
“Ow flying fuckin’ whorebags. My gorram shin!” The tomboy collapsed on the rub with a cry of pain as she continued cursing like a sailor, cradling her leg to her chest as she checked it to see if it was going to bruise.
The scene brought an amused smile to his face, any other girl would whimper and cry if they walked right into the cement blocks which held their ‘table’; while Amber muttered obscenities that could make most of their crew speechless.
“What would all of our rivals say if they knew the Amber that has half the city and the surrounding area scared shitless of her powerful legs and speed during fights can be bested by just putting a table in front of her.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his
lips as she glared up at him, “Bite me. Damn Aryan Bastard.”
Almost as soon as the muttered words left her mouth he was on her.
“Your request is my demand-“
“WHAT THE FUCK. I was joking! Get off of me you psycho!”
“But I’m comfy now!”
“Like I give a-WHAT THE SHITMONKEYS. Did you just lick me?!”
“Maybe, why are you afraid of my cooties? You weren’t that one time we-“
“I was DRUNK you jackass! That’s fuckin’ disgusting your SALIVA is on my NECK you sicko.”
“Amber you crack me up you know that?”
“I’m about to crack something of you don’t get your nose away from my ear you fuckin’ weirdo.”
“You wouldn’t do that. You love me.”
---
“Sooo. She wasn’t kidding.” Justin hit his ‘little brother’ Zaky hard on the side of his head as he glared at him, flinching when the somehow caused pain to shoot up his shoulder.
“It’s not fuckin’ funny. She dislocated my goddamn arm! She didn’t even sit up!” He moved to sit up and yell at the younger boy but was pushed back down.
“I’m not laughing; and I thought we’d established a long time ago that Amber doesn’t joke about inflicting physical pain, she just does it?” All he heard was grumbling as Justin turned the TV up louder and ignored the ‘brat’ and the pain in his shoulder.
Who knew licking the girl would get her so damn peeved anyway?