Prompt: Any, any/any, "You look good in my shirt." by ivotedforsaxon. Comment-Fic Livejournal Community
This one’s for you, thecatisacritic. :grins:
Liana Mir
Liana Mir reads, writes, and wrangles the muses from her mundane home in the Colorado Rockies and, occasionally, from the other side of the Barrier.
Series Listing
16 — 02. Summer
When the Clock Strikes Midnight
16 — 02. Summer through 03. Autumn
16 — 03. Autumn through 17 — 01. Spring
16 — 03. Late Autumn
16 — 03. Late Autumn
17 — 02. Summer
17 — 02. Summer
18 — 01. Spring
Song Between the Waking and the Dreaming
20 — 04. Winter
21 — 01. Spring
Don’t Remind Me That It’s Over
21 — 02. Summer
21— 02 Summer through 22 — 01 Spring
Name Me Another (or Glass Angel, Redux)
22 — 01. Spring
22 — 01. Spring
22 — 02. Summer
22 — 03. Autumn
23 — 02. Summer
23 — 02. Summer
History Lesson on the Night Train
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 03. Autumn
23 — 04. Winter
23 — 04. Winter
24 — 02. Summer
AU 21 — 04. Winter
Normal written in coffee grounds
Little Things
Justus never expected to see Rachelle wearing his shirt. He also didn’t expect his reaction to seeing it.
23 — 03. Autumn
Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction Romance
Flash Fiction Short Story
Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction Romance
Flash Fiction Short Story
Justus stared at her. She was coming out of the bedroom—her bedroom, he reminded himself—and wearing his shirt. The Database wasn’t the kind of girl who wore other people’s clothes, ever. They hadn’t slept together last night, unless you counted her napping on top of him on the couch, and in the state she was in health-wise, they wouldn’t be sleeping together any time in the very near future.
“What?” she demanded, snapping harshly.
It was a pale blue button-up, one he had barely remembered bringing in from the car until she walked out from her morning shower wearing it. She had unbraided her auburn hair and pulled it back in a ponytail with her usual lovelocks. The red against the blue looked better than he would have thought. It wasn’t a color she normally wore.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he finally said, deliberately keeping the inflection out of his voice. No need to provoke the woman he often called Battery Acid when she was already in a prickly mood.
The Database gave him a mildly annoyed look and joined him in the kitchen. He had already made her coffee. She accepted the cup and shrugged with one shoulder. “My stuff doesn’t fit as loose.”
Mystery explained. Her skin was already irritated and she would probably be down to her sports bra at this point under different circumstances. Justus didn’t actually care.
He understood her well enough to know that her grimace of pain was an understatement and she probably needed to see a doctor for all the internal “bleeding” of her unusual vascular system. He knew she appreciated that he cared about her but didn’t want anything to do with romance. He knew that she certainly didn’t want him reading anything into her wearing his shirt. But some small part of him was pleased anyway.
He leaned back against the counter and took a sip of his own cup before mirroring that one-shouldered shrug of hers. “You look good.”
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Kingdoms and Thorn Science Fiction Romance
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I think even though he knows not to read any romantic reasons into it, even the reader wants to do that.
:grins: I think he's doing a good job of rationalizing away reading into it, but he certainly is reading into it emotionally. Those two suit each other, whether or not she realizes it.