Spoons | PG | Connie & Carla
Title: Spoons
Prompt: pun intended
Fandom: Connie/Carla, Connie & Carla
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 471
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is set somewhere near the beginning of the movie, right when they're starting out doing drag and haven't quite become THE Connie & Carla yet. I hope this doesn't come across as pure fluff…I can't seem to stop myself by writing them in adorable situations because really, they are so perfect together. Let me know what you think.
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Carla jumped into the queen sized bed, forcing Connie to bounce on her side. The dark-haired woman glared and Carla giggled. "Oops. Sorry." She held out a bag of Cheetos.
Connie waved the bag away. "Maybe if the show does well, we can afford another mattress so we don't have to share," Connie offered, her body already growing warm with Carla's added heat beneath the comforter.
"I know. This is such a drag." Her eyes widened. "Pun intended!"
Both women began to laugh, their sides aching as they doubled over with the force of their giggles.
"We should suggest," Connie began, a tear escaping her eyes, "that to--to--to Stanley for t-the show!"
Carla pushed her loose curls out of her face and took a deep breath. "Good idea!" Her wide grin drooped to that of a half smile as she studied her friend's face. "This isn't so bad. At least we're together."
"That's true. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather share a bed with."
Carla giggled, placing the bag on the little table beside the bed. She sucked the cheese off her thumb. "Yea. Well… maybe someone who didn't hog the sheets."
"I do not!" Connie gasped. She gestured to the blankets covering them. "Perfectly proportional."
"Yea, until you curl up on your side and pull the blanket into a ball so you have something to snuggle with."
Connie blushed. "I…I don't do that." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, willing her lip not to quiver into a pout.
"I know you sleep better when you have something to cuddle with, Con. You've been like that since practically forever."
"We can always get a second comforter."
"Or you can stop being such a Paranoid Polly and cuddle with me."
"I…you don't…"
"I miss it too." To make her point, Carla sidled up behind Connie and threw her arm around her waist. "See? Not so bad, is it?"
"You just got fake cheese on my side of the blanket."
"Oops." Carla giggled. "Tomorrow's my day for laundry anyway."
"Who said you get to be the big spoon, anyway?"
"Oh fine, you drama queen." She snorted. "Pun intended."
"You're a freak," Connie said as she switched off the bedside lamp and curled her body around her friend's. She was surprised to note just how well they fit together.
"You're a freak with me," Carla responded. She wriggled her hips back a little, nestling her body flush against her friend's. "You make a really good big spoon."
Connie could already begin to feel herself growing drowsy. "Mmm…you're not so bad yourself, little spoon."
Sleepless nights had not been uncommon for either woman since reaching LA. Nightmares, anxiety, and snack-related belly aches had become second nature to them.
That night, they slept better than they had in years.
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Prompt: pun intended
Fandom: Connie/Carla, Connie & Carla
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 471
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is set somewhere near the beginning of the movie, right when they're starting out doing drag and haven't quite become THE Connie & Carla yet. I hope this doesn't come across as pure fluff…I can't seem to stop myself by writing them in adorable situations because really, they are so perfect together. Let me know what you think.
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Carla jumped into the queen sized bed, forcing Connie to bounce on her side. The dark-haired woman glared and Carla giggled. "Oops. Sorry." She held out a bag of Cheetos.
Connie waved the bag away. "Maybe if the show does well, we can afford another mattress so we don't have to share," Connie offered, her body already growing warm with Carla's added heat beneath the comforter.
"I know. This is such a drag." Her eyes widened. "Pun intended!"
Both women began to laugh, their sides aching as they doubled over with the force of their giggles.
"We should suggest," Connie began, a tear escaping her eyes, "that to--to--to Stanley for t-the show!"
Carla pushed her loose curls out of her face and took a deep breath. "Good idea!" Her wide grin drooped to that of a half smile as she studied her friend's face. "This isn't so bad. At least we're together."
"That's true. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather share a bed with."
Carla giggled, placing the bag on the little table beside the bed. She sucked the cheese off her thumb. "Yea. Well… maybe someone who didn't hog the sheets."
"I do not!" Connie gasped. She gestured to the blankets covering them. "Perfectly proportional."
"Yea, until you curl up on your side and pull the blanket into a ball so you have something to snuggle with."
Connie blushed. "I…I don't do that." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, willing her lip not to quiver into a pout.
"I know you sleep better when you have something to cuddle with, Con. You've been like that since practically forever."
"We can always get a second comforter."
"Or you can stop being such a Paranoid Polly and cuddle with me."
"I…you don't…"
"I miss it too." To make her point, Carla sidled up behind Connie and threw her arm around her waist. "See? Not so bad, is it?"
"You just got fake cheese on my side of the blanket."
"Oops." Carla giggled. "Tomorrow's my day for laundry anyway."
"Who said you get to be the big spoon, anyway?"
"Oh fine, you drama queen." She snorted. "Pun intended."
"You're a freak," Connie said as she switched off the bedside lamp and curled her body around her friend's. She was surprised to note just how well they fit together.
"You're a freak with me," Carla responded. She wriggled her hips back a little, nestling her body flush against her friend's. "You make a really good big spoon."
Connie could already begin to feel herself growing drowsy. "Mmm…you're not so bad yourself, little spoon."
Sleepless nights had not been uncommon for either woman since reaching LA. Nightmares, anxiety, and snack-related belly aches had become second nature to them.
That night, they slept better than they had in years.
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