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Continuation of that "AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES" plot bunny for the Reds that's never getting written
Sorry it took me so long to get back to this! But in my defense, I was knee-deep in rewrites for ch10a. And now that those are out the door, back to the distractions!
If you were around a couple of months ago I teased the first part of this plot bunny for the (ETA: college/uni-aged, like early-to-mid 20s) Reds that I knew I wouldn't be writing but thought would be fun to share anyway. Picking up where I left off...
Brick is super flustered, wtf, are you serious, no you don't have to and Blossom points out that it kinda sounds like he needs to blow off some steam and de-stress and drawing seems to do a lot of good for him and besides he's pretty good at it and she doesn't mind. Convo probably goes back and forth for awhile but eventually he concedes.
So a still-stunned Brick sets up his art horse that he got from a student that left or graduated and didn't have room for because those things are damn awkward to move around while Blossom goes to change into just a robe (obviously you can see where this is going) and she is committed to this, she is COMMITTING, this is going to HAPPEN, and she gets out there and he spends another minute freaking out b/c WAIT NO YOU DON'T HAVE TO POSE NAKED and she's all It's fine get over it and there's more back and forth and eventually Brick concedes on this point too, kind of.
She pulls up a few different poses on her phone as reference and starts on the couch with her back facing him and the robe only partially off so he has time to get over his nerves and just relax into drawing. Eventually he does, and she switches from the robe to a throw blanket they have on the couch because it's easier to maneuver and more "artful" and all the while she's watching his face and sees when he relaxes and gets into the drawing zone, so then she starts turning/exposing a bit more, just a little at a time. He points it out once ("You're, uh, I can see part of your, your chest" and she just shrugs and says "That's okay") and he leaves it that and just keeps drawing.
They start talking as he's drawing, just about mundane stuff like movie trailers they saw and how his other classes are going, she talked to Bubbles the other day, oh how's she doing, etc,. etc., so then the fact that's she sitting partially naked on their couch while he draws her is like a secondary thing. At some point (40 minutes? an hour? maybe an hour and a half?) she's feeling genuinely chilly and wraps the blanket around herself. He thanks her, reiterating that she didn't have to do that, but it was nice to flex the drawing muscles for a bit.
And then she's like Now is my chance and joins him on his bench, asking if she can see his sketches, and he's back to being a little flustered because now she's sitting behind him and he KNOWS she does not have any clothes on under that blanket and SHE KNOWS THAT HE KNOWS. He manages to flip through a few of his sketches for her and her heart is just soaring and her hormones are raging because it has been a long time, damn it, and she compliments his sketches and he says something dismissive, trying to wave it off, but she insists and says she loves the way he drew her and he's just super quiet as he puts his charcoal down because now she's pressing against his back and he REALLY wants to do something but isn't sure if it's okay to make a move (because lol what a fucking idiot, right, this naked young woman has been sending giant signals all night and it's not like she wouldn't realize she is NAKED and her BREASTS ARE TOUCHING HIM and now she is literally whispering in his ear like what more confirmation do you need, buddy)
She tells him to turn around and there's a long moment that passes before he does and they're facing each other. And he's probably thinking about that dumb shit he was thinking about before about bonobos, how certain species just need to blow off steam and that's probably what's happening here, and that kinda helps because confronting the fact that she actually likes him is a little too complicated for him to deal with, so when she reaches for his hand and pulls it to skim across her torso (leaving a little smear of charcoal on her skin) he lets her, and she keeps edging closer until her face is right next to his, and when she whispers, "Brick, kiss me," his entire brain melts and his mouth is on hers before she can finish her sentence. And then they tumble onto the floor and have some incredible, amazing sex.
Okay so there is a tiny epilogue to this to wrap up the emotional beats (even my plot bunnies need mini-arcs, damn it) that I'll pick up later in the week, probs. Anyway back to your regularly scheduled Reds drama that never resolves or goes anyway, HAAAAAAAAAAA
If you were around a couple of months ago I teased the first part of this plot bunny for the (ETA: college/uni-aged, like early-to-mid 20s) Reds that I knew I wouldn't be writing but thought would be fun to share anyway. Picking up where I left off...
Brick is super flustered, wtf, are you serious, no you don't have to and Blossom points out that it kinda sounds like he needs to blow off some steam and de-stress and drawing seems to do a lot of good for him and besides he's pretty good at it and she doesn't mind. Convo probably goes back and forth for awhile but eventually he concedes.
So a still-stunned Brick sets up his art horse that he got from a student that left or graduated and didn't have room for because those things are damn awkward to move around while Blossom goes to change into just a robe (obviously you can see where this is going) and she is committed to this, she is COMMITTING, this is going to HAPPEN, and she gets out there and he spends another minute freaking out b/c WAIT NO YOU DON'T HAVE TO POSE NAKED and she's all It's fine get over it and there's more back and forth and eventually Brick concedes on this point too, kind of.
She pulls up a few different poses on her phone as reference and starts on the couch with her back facing him and the robe only partially off so he has time to get over his nerves and just relax into drawing. Eventually he does, and she switches from the robe to a throw blanket they have on the couch because it's easier to maneuver and more "artful" and all the while she's watching his face and sees when he relaxes and gets into the drawing zone, so then she starts turning/exposing a bit more, just a little at a time. He points it out once ("You're, uh, I can see part of your, your chest" and she just shrugs and says "That's okay") and he leaves it that and just keeps drawing.
They start talking as he's drawing, just about mundane stuff like movie trailers they saw and how his other classes are going, she talked to Bubbles the other day, oh how's she doing, etc,. etc., so then the fact that's she sitting partially naked on their couch while he draws her is like a secondary thing. At some point (40 minutes? an hour? maybe an hour and a half?) she's feeling genuinely chilly and wraps the blanket around herself. He thanks her, reiterating that she didn't have to do that, but it was nice to flex the drawing muscles for a bit.
And then she's like Now is my chance and joins him on his bench, asking if she can see his sketches, and he's back to being a little flustered because now she's sitting behind him and he KNOWS she does not have any clothes on under that blanket and SHE KNOWS THAT HE KNOWS. He manages to flip through a few of his sketches for her and her heart is just soaring and her hormones are raging because it has been a long time, damn it, and she compliments his sketches and he says something dismissive, trying to wave it off, but she insists and says she loves the way he drew her and he's just super quiet as he puts his charcoal down because now she's pressing against his back and he REALLY wants to do something but isn't sure if it's okay to make a move (because lol what a fucking idiot, right, this naked young woman has been sending giant signals all night and it's not like she wouldn't realize she is NAKED and her BREASTS ARE TOUCHING HIM and now she is literally whispering in his ear like what more confirmation do you need, buddy)
She tells him to turn around and there's a long moment that passes before he does and they're facing each other. And he's probably thinking about that dumb shit he was thinking about before about bonobos, how certain species just need to blow off steam and that's probably what's happening here, and that kinda helps because confronting the fact that she actually likes him is a little too complicated for him to deal with, so when she reaches for his hand and pulls it to skim across her torso (leaving a little smear of charcoal on her skin) he lets her, and she keeps edging closer until her face is right next to his, and when she whispers, "Brick, kiss me," his entire brain melts and his mouth is on hers before she can finish her sentence. And then they tumble onto the floor and have some incredible, amazing sex.
Okay so there is a tiny epilogue to this to wrap up the emotional beats (even my plot bunnies need mini-arcs, damn it) that I'll pick up later in the week, probs. Anyway back to your regularly scheduled Reds drama that never resolves or goes anyway, HAAAAAAAAAAA
"Let the sexy times began!"
"S H O U L D I??"
"S H O U L D I???" （ (≪●≫) ）Д（ (≪●≫) ）
Re: "Let the sexy times began!"
There’s a lesson to be learned here...
The way I see it life is one giant rubber band ball of hilariously awkward moments, and I hope whoever is reading the story of my existence is entertained at least!
T . T lolol
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