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schmericaBob/girl!Gerard 1
Bob/girl!Gerard 2
*****
Gee is drinking sparkling cider straight from the bottle, clutching it tight to her chest between every long swig. She's been drifting around the place aimlessly for ages, stopping to talk to people for a minute or two before moving on. Bob's been watching her from his place on the couch, half-sitting up and half-lying down. It's second nature to track her, for him to always know exactly where she is.
When she walks over by him, he reaches out and grabs her wrist. Gee's face lights up as she tumbles into his lap. She lands awkwardly, but rearranges herself, so her legs are stretched out over his thighs, and her arm goes around his neck.
"Hey, baby," Bob says, grinning at her widely.
"Hey, Bob," Gee says. She raises her eyebrows. "Having a good time?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Bob says. He leans in and nuzzles her throat a little, just to hear the hitch in her breath. "Actually, actually, actually I'm kind of drunk, Gee."
"Yeah, I noticed," she says. She strokes her hand through his hair. "Happy birthday."
"'S not my birthday anymore." He's not sure what time it is now, but it's been a while since the ball came down, all of them standing around counting down the seconds together, stupid noisemakers and streamers and kisses at midnight. It's all died down since then, people wandering off into smaller groups to talk or tell jokes or even bail out and go to bed.
"Yeah, but I didn't say it earlier. So I'm saying it now." Gee kisses him softly, high on his jaw, a little in front of and below his ear. "I didn't get you anything."
Bob frowns. "I didn't need anything."
"No, but..." Gee shakes her head, turning her head away so all Bob can see is her hair. "I bought you stuff. I picked out like seven different things, but everything turned out to just be stupid. I tried. I couldn't give you any of that."
"You really don't," Bob says. "I mean. I don't need any gifts."
"No, but I want. Something. I guess. I guess-- you'll have to tell me."
Gee lifts up her chin, and she's looking straight into Bob's eyes, solemn and serious now. Bob's throat feels dry and scratchy all of a sudden.
"Gee--"
"Can you do that, Bob?" Gee says quietly. "Do you think you can tell me what you want?" She's biting her lip, her teeth worrying at it as he watches.
"I-- I don't know," Bob says, and he really has had a lot to drink tonight, and his head is fuzzy, and he's not sure if he's following this right, if they're ta\lking about what he thinks they're talking about. If they're on the same page. If that's even--
He thinks he might be holding her too tight to him, but he can't make himself let go.
"Okay," Gee says, and she sounds nervous, jittery, like she's almost out of breath. "Okay," she repeats. "Well, in that case. I suppose I'll just have to guess." She kisses his cheek again, and hugs him close, resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh.
Bob closes his eyes. Gee, he thinks-- Gee is holding on to him just as tightly as he's holding onto her.
Maybe this is a going to be a good year.
Bob/girl!Gerard 2
*****
Gee is drinking sparkling cider straight from the bottle, clutching it tight to her chest between every long swig. She's been drifting around the place aimlessly for ages, stopping to talk to people for a minute or two before moving on. Bob's been watching her from his place on the couch, half-sitting up and half-lying down. It's second nature to track her, for him to always know exactly where she is.
When she walks over by him, he reaches out and grabs her wrist. Gee's face lights up as she tumbles into his lap. She lands awkwardly, but rearranges herself, so her legs are stretched out over his thighs, and her arm goes around his neck.
"Hey, baby," Bob says, grinning at her widely.
"Hey, Bob," Gee says. She raises her eyebrows. "Having a good time?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Bob says. He leans in and nuzzles her throat a little, just to hear the hitch in her breath. "Actually, actually, actually I'm kind of drunk, Gee."
"Yeah, I noticed," she says. She strokes her hand through his hair. "Happy birthday."
"'S not my birthday anymore." He's not sure what time it is now, but it's been a while since the ball came down, all of them standing around counting down the seconds together, stupid noisemakers and streamers and kisses at midnight. It's all died down since then, people wandering off into smaller groups to talk or tell jokes or even bail out and go to bed.
"Yeah, but I didn't say it earlier. So I'm saying it now." Gee kisses him softly, high on his jaw, a little in front of and below his ear. "I didn't get you anything."
Bob frowns. "I didn't need anything."
"No, but..." Gee shakes her head, turning her head away so all Bob can see is her hair. "I bought you stuff. I picked out like seven different things, but everything turned out to just be stupid. I tried. I couldn't give you any of that."
"You really don't," Bob says. "I mean. I don't need any gifts."
"No, but I want. Something. I guess. I guess-- you'll have to tell me."
Gee lifts up her chin, and she's looking straight into Bob's eyes, solemn and serious now. Bob's throat feels dry and scratchy all of a sudden.
"Gee--"
"Can you do that, Bob?" Gee says quietly. "Do you think you can tell me what you want?" She's biting her lip, her teeth worrying at it as he watches.
"I-- I don't know," Bob says, and he really has had a lot to drink tonight, and his head is fuzzy, and he's not sure if he's following this right, if they're ta\lking about what he thinks they're talking about. If they're on the same page. If that's even--
He thinks he might be holding her too tight to him, but he can't make himself let go.
"Okay," Gee says, and she sounds nervous, jittery, like she's almost out of breath. "Okay," she repeats. "Well, in that case. I suppose I'll just have to guess." She kisses his cheek again, and hugs him close, resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh.
Bob closes his eyes. Gee, he thinks-- Gee is holding on to him just as tightly as he's holding onto her.
Maybe this is a going to be a good year.
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2/1/08 18:43 (UTC)