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Title: The Rain Song
Pairing: Greta Salpeter/Sean Van Vleet/Tom Conrad
Rating: PG-ish
Warnings: None
Word Count: 363
Summary: They share a grin before Tom leans down and kisses him once, lips still wet from Greta as he nods in agreement.
Author's Notes: Another one of the challenge fics; this time prompted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
woobie! I got prompted with the letter 'R', and thought this song made a nice slice of life type fic.
::DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. THE PREMISE IS MINE. THE TITLE COMES FROM THE LED ZEPPELIN SONG OF THE SAME NAME.
Greta is a total shark in Scrabble. Sean didn't know this before, but it seems fitting to find it out while Tom sits nearby, strumming on his guitar. The sound's almost covered up by the rain pounding steadily against the windows. Greta laughs, beaming at him.
"Triple word score, which means 90 points, Van Fleet," she says, pleased. Sean stares at the board, feeling like he's missed more than a few rounds as he shakes his head.
"How are you this good?" he asks, incredulous and stunned as Tom barks out a laugh, stifling it quickly as Sean glares at him.
Greta grins, "Because I am," she says breezily, reaching over and taking his pencil away, writing down her points.
"Also because he's a shitty speller," Tom says, looking up from his guitar as Sean shoots him a look. Tom laughs with Greta as Sean flops back to the couch, staring at the board.
"Fuck you both," Sean says, finally laughing as Greta gets up and slides into his lap easily. Tom's old t-shirt hangs on her, making her look absolutely tiny as he secures his arms around her waist. Her legs bracket his lap, chest pressing against his as she kisses him with a smile on her lips.
He kisses back, burying his hands in her hair, sighing happily. She presses closer, curling their tongues together languidly, even as Sean jumps at the hands that slide over his neck from behind. He breaks the kiss, looking up as Tom grins down at him.
"Leaving me out?"
"Absolutely not," Greta says, pulling him down and kissing him eagerly. Tom and Greta kiss sloppily, teeth flashing even as Tom laughs into it. Sean's pinned between them and he grins even as he presses his lips to the smooth column of Greta's neck.
"Bedroom," he mumbles against her pale skin. Tom hums in response, breaking the kiss and Sean can't help tilting his own head back, looking up at Tom. They share a grin before Tom leans down and kisses him once, lips still wet from Greta as he nods in agreement.
"Bed."
They stumble to the bedroom, laughing and tripping over previous discarded clothing just as the rain stops.
Title: The Rain Song
Pairing: Greta Salpeter/Sean Van Vleet/Tom Conrad
Rating: PG-ish
Warnings: None
Word Count: 363
Summary: They share a grin before Tom leans down and kisses him once, lips still wet from Greta as he nods in agreement.
Author's Notes: Another one of the challenge fics; this time prompted by
woobie! I got prompted with the letter 'R', and thought this song made a nice slice of life type fic. ::DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING. THE PREMISE IS MINE. THE TITLE COMES FROM THE LED ZEPPELIN SONG OF THE SAME NAME.
Greta is a total shark in Scrabble. Sean didn't know this before, but it seems fitting to find it out while Tom sits nearby, strumming on his guitar. The sound's almost covered up by the rain pounding steadily against the windows. Greta laughs, beaming at him.
"Triple word score, which means 90 points, Van Fleet," she says, pleased. Sean stares at the board, feeling like he's missed more than a few rounds as he shakes his head.
"How are you this good?" he asks, incredulous and stunned as Tom barks out a laugh, stifling it quickly as Sean glares at him.
Greta grins, "Because I am," she says breezily, reaching over and taking his pencil away, writing down her points.
"Also because he's a shitty speller," Tom says, looking up from his guitar as Sean shoots him a look. Tom laughs with Greta as Sean flops back to the couch, staring at the board.
"Fuck you both," Sean says, finally laughing as Greta gets up and slides into his lap easily. Tom's old t-shirt hangs on her, making her look absolutely tiny as he secures his arms around her waist. Her legs bracket his lap, chest pressing against his as she kisses him with a smile on her lips.
He kisses back, burying his hands in her hair, sighing happily. She presses closer, curling their tongues together languidly, even as Sean jumps at the hands that slide over his neck from behind. He breaks the kiss, looking up as Tom grins down at him.
"Leaving me out?"
"Absolutely not," Greta says, pulling him down and kissing him eagerly. Tom and Greta kiss sloppily, teeth flashing even as Tom laughs into it. Sean's pinned between them and he grins even as he presses his lips to the smooth column of Greta's neck.
"Bedroom," he mumbles against her pale skin. Tom hums in response, breaking the kiss and Sean can't help tilting his own head back, looking up at Tom. They share a grin before Tom leans down and kisses him once, lips still wet from Greta as he nods in agreement.
"Bed."
They stumble to the bedroom, laughing and tripping over previous discarded clothing just as the rain stops.
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Date: 8 Sep 2011 05:23 (UTC)no subject
Date: 8 Sep 2011 18:33 (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 8 Sep 2011 18:33 (UTC)(although you might want to change that 80 to a 90, since you can't get 80 points on a triple word score, 80 not being divisible by 3)
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Date: 8 Sep 2011 18:35 (UTC)(That's a lie, I love it, I'm just not good at it.)
(Also, changed.)