Two drabbles because my plot bunny had a bunny!
Title: Every Other First
Series: Adventure/02
Characters: Sora, Taichi, boyfriend (Taiora leanings)
Rating: PG-13 for (non-explicit) sex
Word count: 222
Constructive criticism: does an author good
Notes: I debated whether to specify Sora's bf because I couldn't bring Sora to do this to any of the guys, and dropping OC names for such a little drabble didn't sit well, either, so I left it up in the air. Project what you will.
Sora is nineteen when it happens.
It starts out as just another date night – dinner (he cooks) and a movie (she picks) – and they are laughing and kissing and his hand is on her chest and her tongue is down his throat and this is moving so quickly he tugs at her skirt she gropes for his belt buckle and –
She opens her eyes wide and stops.
Because this is her first time and it isn’t him. It isn’t him, it isn’t with him.
All of her firsts are with Taichi. Well, maybe he wasn’t her first crush because she was six when she had that, and life is simple when you’re six, and crushing on your best friend is anything but simple. Okay, so he wasn’t her first boyfriend, either. But he was everything else. Her first best friend, her first kiss, the first boy to make her cry, the reason for her first time out. So many firsts. And even though she never admitted it until now, somewhere in the back of her mind she always assumed he would be her first this, too.
This is wrong and she knows it. But all she can do is stop, just stop, apologize and excuse herself, except when she steps outside to clear her head, nothing is clear at all.
Title: Love You Like a Soccer Ball to the Face
Series: Adventure
Characters: tiny Sora, Taichi (friend!ship)
Rating: G
Word count: 299
Constructive criticism: does an author good
Notes: My bunny's bunny. I really wanted to include "first boy to make her cry" in the previous drabble, & this seemed like the most appropriate, non-OOC story behind that.
Sora’s left front tooth is loose. This is a momentous occasion because neither of Taichi’s front teeth have come loose yet, which means she’ll lose hers first, which means she wins.
So of course when they meet in the park to play soccer, she wiggles her tooth constantly and delights in his scowling face. All he can do in return is grumble that they should just start playing already. So they do, and for a while she is winning because he’s still grumpy, and when he’s grumpy, he’s stupid. But then something hits her in the face very hard and she feels not one but two teeth floating around in her mouth, and she reminds herself not to swallow.
And even though she is not a crybaby (she is not, she is not), she cries right now because it happened so fast and it tastes like blood and it hurts, and even though he isn’t a crybaby either and will punch you in the mouth if you say otherwise, he is crying too because she’s crying and her face is all bloody and it’s all his fault.
His mother rushes over from the playground and shoves Hikari into his arms, alternately scolding him and comforting Sora while she dabs at the little girl’s bloody mouth and teary cheeks with a napkin from her purse. Later on she buys a big red popsicle for Sora and nothing for Taichi because he’s not missing any teeth and should know better than to kick soccer balls at people’s faces.
“’M sorry, Sora,” he mumbles, and as a peace offering he gives her charge of his soccer ball for the whole walk home. She grins, showing off the big gap where her two front teeth used to be. Oh, she has won indeed.
Title: Every Other First
Series: Adventure/02
Characters: Sora, Taichi, boyfriend (Taiora leanings)
Rating: PG-13 for (non-explicit) sex
Word count: 222
Constructive criticism: does an author good
Notes: I debated whether to specify Sora's bf because I couldn't bring Sora to do this to any of the guys, and dropping OC names for such a little drabble didn't sit well, either, so I left it up in the air. Project what you will.
Sora is nineteen when it happens.
It starts out as just another date night – dinner (he cooks) and a movie (she picks) – and they are laughing and kissing and his hand is on her chest and her tongue is down his throat and this is moving so quickly he tugs at her skirt she gropes for his belt buckle and –
She opens her eyes wide and stops.
Because this is her first time and it isn’t him. It isn’t him, it isn’t with him.
All of her firsts are with Taichi. Well, maybe he wasn’t her first crush because she was six when she had that, and life is simple when you’re six, and crushing on your best friend is anything but simple. Okay, so he wasn’t her first boyfriend, either. But he was everything else. Her first best friend, her first kiss, the first boy to make her cry, the reason for her first time out. So many firsts. And even though she never admitted it until now, somewhere in the back of her mind she always assumed he would be her first this, too.
This is wrong and she knows it. But all she can do is stop, just stop, apologize and excuse herself, except when she steps outside to clear her head, nothing is clear at all.
Title: Love You Like a Soccer Ball to the Face
Series: Adventure
Characters: tiny Sora, Taichi (friend!ship)
Rating: G
Word count: 299
Constructive criticism: does an author good
Notes: My bunny's bunny. I really wanted to include "first boy to make her cry" in the previous drabble, & this seemed like the most appropriate, non-OOC story behind that.
Sora’s left front tooth is loose. This is a momentous occasion because neither of Taichi’s front teeth have come loose yet, which means she’ll lose hers first, which means she wins.
So of course when they meet in the park to play soccer, she wiggles her tooth constantly and delights in his scowling face. All he can do in return is grumble that they should just start playing already. So they do, and for a while she is winning because he’s still grumpy, and when he’s grumpy, he’s stupid. But then something hits her in the face very hard and she feels not one but two teeth floating around in her mouth, and she reminds herself not to swallow.
And even though she is not a crybaby (she is not, she is not), she cries right now because it happened so fast and it tastes like blood and it hurts, and even though he isn’t a crybaby either and will punch you in the mouth if you say otherwise, he is crying too because she’s crying and her face is all bloody and it’s all his fault.
His mother rushes over from the playground and shoves Hikari into his arms, alternately scolding him and comforting Sora while she dabs at the little girl’s bloody mouth and teary cheeks with a napkin from her purse. Later on she buys a big red popsicle for Sora and nothing for Taichi because he’s not missing any teeth and should know better than to kick soccer balls at people’s faces.
“’M sorry, Sora,” he mumbles, and as a peace offering he gives her charge of his soccer ball for the whole walk home. She grins, showing off the big gap where her two front teeth used to be. Oh, she has won indeed.
