Okay.
There was this one time (this morning) when I logged into Facebook and saw I had a new little private message and I went, "oooooooooooh!" and I saw it was from Courtnina and she had sent me THIS PICTURE AND SAID;
"I just feel this is an appropriate prompt for you. :)"
SO YOU KNOW ONCE THAT HAPPENED I WAS LIKE, "I GOTTA WRITE ME SOME FIC NAO!" So I was thinking on it and thinking on it, and finally I posed the question to Mommy, Daddy, and RaeRae "which couple does this remind you of?" (I had been thinking of M/N to be different) but then Daddy nixed that by using my innate R/J fangirl against me, and then RaeRae added (logic!) that her toe nails were red. So it became R/J.
Then I was writing and doing my thing and Jamie just popped in because that's what Jamie does and RaeRae further goaded me into keeping Jamie, which meant the thing was not just R/J but RPG R/J and I don't even know what happened but here is a thing that I did. Oops?
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Title: Twister
Who: R/J
Verse: RPG (may or may not be canon hard to say)
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and swearing.
A/N: Unbetated.
The day they moved in together - like officially; both their names on the lease, legal change of address type shit, not just the migration of things from one place to the other, building up slowly like snow on a windowsill - was a really good fucking day in Jamie's mind.
The place was tiny, a long rectangle with everything mashed together, and a sleeping area in an upper loft accessed by a ladder, but it was theirs. No help from his dad or hers - hell he wasn't even sure she'd given her father the new address. She didn't have a piano or any place to write music, and he didn't have any place to paint, but for the meantime they didn't care. There was a quiet corner where she could meditate, and a fire escape he could lounge on - maybe sneak a cigarette or two since she never cared - while she did so.
They'd been settled in for a while when he got a package from home. From his mom. Didn't look like his dad had anything to do with it, and that pleased Jamie just fine.
Jamie sat on the floor in their tiny living room that doubled as an entryway and dining area, tearing open the box while Rei watched; perched on the arm of their love seat, a glass of wine in her hand.
“A care package,” he mumbled, lifting a letter out of the box to reveal a plethora of basic necessities. “Does she think we're destitute?”
Rei shook her head and plucked the note out of his hand. She carefully shook it open and started reading it. “Your mother doesn't think we're destitute, she just knows how hard it can be when you're first living together,” she said after a moment and looked up at Jamie. “It's actually really nice.”
“It is,” he agreed, pulling things out. “This is like fucking tetris level of packing. Damn, mom.” Jamie gave a low, appreciative whistle and Rei rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the letter.
“Wait, what the hell?” Jamie tilted his head to one side, pulling out the last thing: a game of Twister.
“Remember to always do something fun together, no matter how silly. A good relationship never takes itself too seriously, and you should always be with someone you can laugh with,” Rei read the last part of the letter. She looked up again. “Your mother wants us to play board games.”
“She wants us to play Twister.” Jamie looked down at the box then up at Rei. “She's a perv.”
“No, you're the perv.” Again Rei rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her wine.
Jamie looked affronted. “Have you ever played Twister?”
“... No?” Rei said slowly, eyes squinting slightly as she thought. “Oh! I did, when I was very small. Kindergarten age.”
“Then you are missing out, because Twister in one of the greatest games for horny teenagers to ever grace God's green earth.” Jamie started clearly the floor, shoving things back into the box and pushing it into the kitchen. Next was the small table that ate on and the rug underneath.
“Neither of us are teenagers.” Rei wrinkled her nose as he shook out the plastic Twister board.
He looked up from smoothing out the board. “But we're both horny,” he said with one finger raised.
“Jamie.” Rei groaned and covered her face with one hand.
“Okay,” he said as he stood, satisfied with the placement of the Twister board. “Finish that wine, it's time for Strip Twister.”
“You can't play Strip Twister.”
“You can play Strip anything, Rei-san.” He waggled his eyebrows for good measure.
“Well, I'm not.”
“Fine, if you're scared of losing...?” Jamie made a show of picking up the board. Rei knew better, but it still needled her.
Frowning at him, she drained her glass and stood up. “Leave it. You're going down.”
***
“Right foot, red.” It was quite some time later and things were just now getting interesting. Jamie - who had the advantage of longer limbs - was down to his boxer shorts, and Rei - small and nimble - was in her bra and panties.
They were currently tangled together; Rei in a table top position, facing the ceiling, while Jamie hovered over her, his face inches from hers.
“Think you can do it?” he challenged. “Little awkward for you.”
“I'm fine.” Rei narrowed her eyes in determination.
As one they each slowly lifted their right foot, meaning to move it toward the coveted red square - of course it was red! It was hard to say what exactly happened, or who missed their mark, but in the blink of an eye they were both on the floor. Jamie had braced his forearms on the floor, supporting his weight to keep from crushing Rei. Their legs were intertwined, and both were laughing.
“That is your fault,” Rei accused after a moment. “Which means goodbye boxers. Which means I win.”
“No way, you knocked my foot. Goodbye bra.”
“No, I win.” Rei shook her head, still laughing.
“Uh uh,” Jamie lowered his voice. “Game is still in motion.” He dipped his head and kissed her neck.
“Stop distracting me. I won,” Rei groused, but lifted her hand to tangle in Jamie's hair.
“You could lose the bra and we both win?” he mumbled against her neck.
“Tha--” she gasped when he nipped her neck. “That might be fair. However,” Rei paused and, with surprising strength, rolled them until she was on top, straddling Jamie's waist. “I don't do 'fair'. All or nothing.”
“I do know that.” Jamie reached up with deft fingers and popped the hooks on her bra. He grinned, “We're even now, though.”
Rei glared at him, not liking the fact the fact her small show of superiority had been usurped. “You're going down,” she repeated her earlier threat.
Jamie gave her the biggest, shit-eating grin he could muster. “Already planned on it.”
"I just feel this is an appropriate prompt for you. :)"
SO YOU KNOW ONCE THAT HAPPENED I WAS LIKE, "I GOTTA WRITE ME SOME FIC NAO!" So I was thinking on it and thinking on it, and finally I posed the question to Mommy, Daddy, and RaeRae "which couple does this remind you of?" (I had been thinking of M/N to be different) but then Daddy nixed that by using my innate R/J fangirl against me, and then RaeRae added (logic!) that her toe nails were red. So it became R/J.
Then I was writing and doing my thing and Jamie just popped in because that's what Jamie does and RaeRae further goaded me into keeping Jamie, which meant the thing was not just R/J but RPG R/J and I don't even know what happened but here is a thing that I did. Oops?
-----
Title: Twister
Who: R/J
Verse: RPG (may or may not be canon hard to say)
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and swearing.
A/N: Unbetated.
The day they moved in together - like officially; both their names on the lease, legal change of address type shit, not just the migration of things from one place to the other, building up slowly like snow on a windowsill - was a really good fucking day in Jamie's mind.
The place was tiny, a long rectangle with everything mashed together, and a sleeping area in an upper loft accessed by a ladder, but it was theirs. No help from his dad or hers - hell he wasn't even sure she'd given her father the new address. She didn't have a piano or any place to write music, and he didn't have any place to paint, but for the meantime they didn't care. There was a quiet corner where she could meditate, and a fire escape he could lounge on - maybe sneak a cigarette or two since she never cared - while she did so.
They'd been settled in for a while when he got a package from home. From his mom. Didn't look like his dad had anything to do with it, and that pleased Jamie just fine.
Jamie sat on the floor in their tiny living room that doubled as an entryway and dining area, tearing open the box while Rei watched; perched on the arm of their love seat, a glass of wine in her hand.
“A care package,” he mumbled, lifting a letter out of the box to reveal a plethora of basic necessities. “Does she think we're destitute?”
Rei shook her head and plucked the note out of his hand. She carefully shook it open and started reading it. “Your mother doesn't think we're destitute, she just knows how hard it can be when you're first living together,” she said after a moment and looked up at Jamie. “It's actually really nice.”
“It is,” he agreed, pulling things out. “This is like fucking tetris level of packing. Damn, mom.” Jamie gave a low, appreciative whistle and Rei rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the letter.
“Wait, what the hell?” Jamie tilted his head to one side, pulling out the last thing: a game of Twister.
“Remember to always do something fun together, no matter how silly. A good relationship never takes itself too seriously, and you should always be with someone you can laugh with,” Rei read the last part of the letter. She looked up again. “Your mother wants us to play board games.”
“She wants us to play Twister.” Jamie looked down at the box then up at Rei. “She's a perv.”
“No, you're the perv.” Again Rei rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her wine.
Jamie looked affronted. “Have you ever played Twister?”
“... No?” Rei said slowly, eyes squinting slightly as she thought. “Oh! I did, when I was very small. Kindergarten age.”
“Then you are missing out, because Twister in one of the greatest games for horny teenagers to ever grace God's green earth.” Jamie started clearly the floor, shoving things back into the box and pushing it into the kitchen. Next was the small table that ate on and the rug underneath.
“Neither of us are teenagers.” Rei wrinkled her nose as he shook out the plastic Twister board.
He looked up from smoothing out the board. “But we're both horny,” he said with one finger raised.
“Jamie.” Rei groaned and covered her face with one hand.
“Okay,” he said as he stood, satisfied with the placement of the Twister board. “Finish that wine, it's time for Strip Twister.”
“You can't play Strip Twister.”
“You can play Strip anything, Rei-san.” He waggled his eyebrows for good measure.
“Well, I'm not.”
“Fine, if you're scared of losing...?” Jamie made a show of picking up the board. Rei knew better, but it still needled her.
Frowning at him, she drained her glass and stood up. “Leave it. You're going down.”
***
“Right foot, red.” It was quite some time later and things were just now getting interesting. Jamie - who had the advantage of longer limbs - was down to his boxer shorts, and Rei - small and nimble - was in her bra and panties.
They were currently tangled together; Rei in a table top position, facing the ceiling, while Jamie hovered over her, his face inches from hers.
“Think you can do it?” he challenged. “Little awkward for you.”
“I'm fine.” Rei narrowed her eyes in determination.
As one they each slowly lifted their right foot, meaning to move it toward the coveted red square - of course it was red! It was hard to say what exactly happened, or who missed their mark, but in the blink of an eye they were both on the floor. Jamie had braced his forearms on the floor, supporting his weight to keep from crushing Rei. Their legs were intertwined, and both were laughing.
“That is your fault,” Rei accused after a moment. “Which means goodbye boxers. Which means I win.”
“No way, you knocked my foot. Goodbye bra.”
“No, I win.” Rei shook her head, still laughing.
“Uh uh,” Jamie lowered his voice. “Game is still in motion.” He dipped his head and kissed her neck.
“Stop distracting me. I won,” Rei groused, but lifted her hand to tangle in Jamie's hair.
“You could lose the bra and we both win?” he mumbled against her neck.
“Tha--” she gasped when he nipped her neck. “That might be fair. However,” Rei paused and, with surprising strength, rolled them until she was on top, straddling Jamie's waist. “I don't do 'fair'. All or nothing.”
“I do know that.” Jamie reached up with deft fingers and popped the hooks on her bra. He grinned, “We're even now, though.”
Rei glared at him, not liking the fact the fact her small show of superiority had been usurped. “You're going down,” she repeated her earlier threat.
Jamie gave her the biggest, shit-eating grin he could muster. “Already planned on it.”