Puck & Quinn -- SkirtmeasuredperfectNovember 11 2009, 06:24:21 UTC
"Give it back!" Quinn stood across the locker room from him, trying not to over react, trying not to make her voice louder than it needed to be. Instead she tried to replace volume with glaring, and it didn't seem to be working.
Puck was still leaning against the row of lockers, his finger hooked into the waist of her stolen skirt, trying to twirl it around his index finger. It wasn't working right. Not that she was going to admit to her skirt being too big for that, but it just wasn't twirling. It was more like a large loop that couldn't get enough air to become a circle.
Setting her hand on her hip, her elbow jutting out at an angle from her body. Lifting a perfectly arched eyebrow she set her eyes on him, "It isn't yours."
"Says you," Puck retorted. "I remember I had it in my hands before, maybe I'm just looking to reclaim some lost property."His hand fisted up around the fabric of her skirt as he pushed off the locker he'd been leaning on. Her jaw dropped a bit, hoping that he wasn't crushing the pleats, knowing she'd have to
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Re: Puck & Quinn -- Skirtlima_loserNovember 11 2009, 06:33:03 UTC
I am in love with this pairing! I think you captured the tension between them so perfectly. The back and forth is so... I don't know the words! It makes me want to jump through the tv and tell them just to get together already, which is a huge feat considering this is a COMPUTER.
It totally is that forbidden young angsty love that they have, and I think that's why I love it so much. It's like she KNOWS that she could have something amazing with him, but it's not supposed to be like that. It's like she's afraid that because it's High School she's not supposed to meet someone who gets her like that. I do love them though, and I am like beyond thrilled to have you as my Puck!
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Puck was still leaning against the row of lockers, his finger hooked into the waist of her stolen skirt, trying to twirl it around his index finger. It wasn't working right. Not that she was going to admit to her skirt being too big for that, but it just wasn't twirling. It was more like a large loop that couldn't get enough air to become a circle.
Setting her hand on her hip, her elbow jutting out at an angle from her body. Lifting a perfectly arched eyebrow she set her eyes on him, "It isn't yours."
"Says you," Puck retorted. "I remember I had it in my hands before, maybe I'm just looking to reclaim some lost property."His hand fisted up around the fabric of her skirt as he pushed off the locker he'd been leaning on. Her jaw dropped a bit, hoping that he wasn't crushing the pleats, knowing she'd have to ( ... )
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