I'm so sorry...
I realized that I was the only one (due to illness and 3 essays) that hadn't yet posted!
Sorry for that...and sorry on an entirely different level for this fic! ^^U
Title: The Physics of the Situation
Theme: Crack!Pairings
Rating: Teen for highly implied mature themes.
Warnings: This is as close to Smut! as Sci gets, folks. Nothing explicit, however. IMPLICATION! *Bleaches soul*
Characters/Pairings: Clef/Fuu friendship, Umi/Clef, Fuu/Ferio, Clef/LaFarga, references to others. Crack in general.
Summary: Poor Fuu had acquired an unfortunate habit.
This is framed by a reference to a Milieva fic...although, I shrank Clef again to fulfill my own purposes. (I did ask to use it though! Love to Milieva!) Not my usual serious infusion of crack OC's. Unedited as well. I apologize for any trauma. Profusely.
The Physics of the Situation
Fuu had acquired a rather unfortunate habit as of late…last week she had seen Umi and Clef….well…
She could feel a torrent of red rise to her face, and she put her hands over it as if to impeded its progress in some small manner. It was these times when she wished that the human mind was a bit more like a video game…perhaps she could rewind and replace the scene with a memory of her and Ferio kissing under the moonlight.
The sensations from that particular memory once again caused her cheeks to color…but even that wasn’t enough to bleach away that, uh, other memory.
Clef and her usually met and discussed Cephiran literature and history. She was even slowly learning to read the complicated Cephiran alphabet. It almost made Kanji look simple…she supposed that’s why Hikaru and Umi had little interest in it.
She herself found it fascinating.
However, since that…unfortunate incident, she could not simply face the diminutive Master Mage…between Ferio and her they had come up with a plethora of excuses to avoid being in a room with Umi and Clef or one or the other alone.
The awkwardness of the situation had grown palpable. And now it would certainly grow worse.
Because now, there was this one to consider.
This was certainly not a habit she had ever wanted to develop.
Certainly not.
She had gone to find Ferio, thinking perhaps that he might be in a strategy meeting with LaFarga and Lantis in the armory.
Ferio was most certainly not there.
LaFarga, however was.
…and Clef.
This time an eruption of color burst into her cheeks. She swore that if the rest of her was capable of blushing her entire body would most certainly be a lobster red. Perhaps, she thought, her mind attempting to distract her from the indelible memory, with her green robes she had the capacity to look like a peculiar Christmas tree.
But unbidden, her mind began to wonder. She had thought that the physics of Umi and Clef’s situation were difficult…
But LaFarga was a giant.
The physics of that…
Fuu swore the rest of her was slowly beginning to take on the capacity for blushing.
LaFarga…
…and Clef…
Her mind quickly searched for something to latch onto that did not have the vast potential to traumatize her for life.
She certainly wished this habit would stop.
Then a single, triumphant thought formed.
I simply have to wait until Caldina and Umi find out.
That seemed to bleach her poor memory just a small bit.
A very small bit.
Fin
^^U Sci feels dirty now.
Sorry for that...and sorry on an entirely different level for this fic! ^^U
Title: The Physics of the Situation
Theme: Crack!Pairings
Rating: Teen for highly implied mature themes.
Warnings: This is as close to Smut! as Sci gets, folks. Nothing explicit, however. IMPLICATION! *Bleaches soul*
Characters/Pairings: Clef/Fuu friendship, Umi/Clef, Fuu/Ferio, Clef/LaFarga, references to others. Crack in general.
Summary: Poor Fuu had acquired an unfortunate habit.
This is framed by a reference to a Milieva fic...although, I shrank Clef again to fulfill my own purposes. (I did ask to use it though! Love to Milieva!) Not my usual serious infusion of crack OC's. Unedited as well. I apologize for any trauma. Profusely.
The Physics of the Situation
Fuu had acquired a rather unfortunate habit as of late…last week she had seen Umi and Clef….well…
She could feel a torrent of red rise to her face, and she put her hands over it as if to impeded its progress in some small manner. It was these times when she wished that the human mind was a bit more like a video game…perhaps she could rewind and replace the scene with a memory of her and Ferio kissing under the moonlight.
The sensations from that particular memory once again caused her cheeks to color…but even that wasn’t enough to bleach away that, uh, other memory.
Clef and her usually met and discussed Cephiran literature and history. She was even slowly learning to read the complicated Cephiran alphabet. It almost made Kanji look simple…she supposed that’s why Hikaru and Umi had little interest in it.
She herself found it fascinating.
However, since that…unfortunate incident, she could not simply face the diminutive Master Mage…between Ferio and her they had come up with a plethora of excuses to avoid being in a room with Umi and Clef or one or the other alone.
The awkwardness of the situation had grown palpable. And now it would certainly grow worse.
Because now, there was this one to consider.
This was certainly not a habit she had ever wanted to develop.
Certainly not.
She had gone to find Ferio, thinking perhaps that he might be in a strategy meeting with LaFarga and Lantis in the armory.
Ferio was most certainly not there.
LaFarga, however was.
…and Clef.
This time an eruption of color burst into her cheeks. She swore that if the rest of her was capable of blushing her entire body would most certainly be a lobster red. Perhaps, she thought, her mind attempting to distract her from the indelible memory, with her green robes she had the capacity to look like a peculiar Christmas tree.
But unbidden, her mind began to wonder. She had thought that the physics of Umi and Clef’s situation were difficult…
But LaFarga was a giant.
The physics of that…
Fuu swore the rest of her was slowly beginning to take on the capacity for blushing.
LaFarga…
…and Clef…
Her mind quickly searched for something to latch onto that did not have the vast potential to traumatize her for life.
She certainly wished this habit would stop.
Then a single, triumphant thought formed.
I simply have to wait until Caldina and Umi find out.
That seemed to bleach her poor memory just a small bit.
A very small bit.
Fin
^^U Sci feels dirty now.