meme snippet 1: making the bed
lost, r, "making the bed" for edoran
Ji Yeon makes it look easy.
She feigns a study of the bruise darkening low on her belly in the mirror as she watches her ex-boyfriend’s (ex-friend, best friend, almost husband) wife shake out the sheets that had been tossed to the floor hours before. She’s wearing the old terry cloth bathrobe she never wears around Aaron, and her hair’s still sticking up at the back of her head.
Clementine watches, silently engrossed, and Ji Yeon is the only person she knows that sometimes forgets to take off a sock (only one sock, it’s kind of adorable) during sex.
She’s still wearing the one she’d forgotten to take off hours before, and she’s already smoothing her hands across the cover sheet she’s returned to the bed she shared with her husband.
Before she can stop herself: “You’re better at sleeping around than me.”
Unsaid, not something that's she's ashamed of so much as amused by, especially in hindsight: and I’ve had a dozen slips on either side of the fence.
But the woman she sometimes wishes she’d be okay marrying (she doesn’t have any interest in marrying anyone, she’d even said no to Aaron all three times, so she doesn’t have any interest in that concept or applying it to her existence or anybody else’s) glances at her in the looking glass, and adjusts the way the pillows sit just-so on the bed.
“You never mean it as much as I do.”
first of the fics, and revealing none of the ships that i rolled dice to match the prompts to.
Ji Yeon makes it look easy.
She feigns a study of the bruise darkening low on her belly in the mirror as she watches her ex-boyfriend’s (ex-friend, best friend, almost husband) wife shake out the sheets that had been tossed to the floor hours before. She’s wearing the old terry cloth bathrobe she never wears around Aaron, and her hair’s still sticking up at the back of her head.
Clementine watches, silently engrossed, and Ji Yeon is the only person she knows that sometimes forgets to take off a sock (only one sock, it’s kind of adorable) during sex.
She’s still wearing the one she’d forgotten to take off hours before, and she’s already smoothing her hands across the cover sheet she’s returned to the bed she shared with her husband.
Before she can stop herself: “You’re better at sleeping around than me.”
Unsaid, not something that's she's ashamed of so much as amused by, especially in hindsight: and I’ve had a dozen slips on either side of the fence.
But the woman she sometimes wishes she’d be okay marrying (she doesn’t have any interest in marrying anyone, she’d even said no to Aaron all three times, so she doesn’t have any interest in that concept or applying it to her existence or anybody else’s) glances at her in the looking glass, and adjusts the way the pillows sit just-so on the bed.
“You never mean it as much as I do.”
first of the fics, and revealing none of the ships that i rolled dice to match the prompts to.