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muserevival2016-12-10 09:55 pm
beautifulday) wrote in muserevival2016-12-10 09:55 pm
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135.7 - misc/random
Entre-nous / Something that is 'between us'
Lying there squished onto the hospital bed beside Andrea, Sasha had his hand resting on his chest and lightly drummed the tips of his fingers as he stared up at the ceiling. He had a can of Dr Pepper tucked in under his arm, and was sipping it from a long bendy straw so he didn't need to be sitting up to indulge. A present from Andi when it became evident he would be spending many hours on a bed with her.
"What are you thinking about?" A pause. "Or... should I say who?"
Sasha's eyes departed the strange spot on the ceiling and he turned to look at his best friend. The straw popped out of his mouth and a droplet of Dr Pepper flicked into his eye. "Nothing," he replied. "No one," he added, feeling the need to clarify that too.
"Mmm..." Andi didn't sound convinced. Sasha was still watching her as she adjusted the soft cotton cap on her head. She tugged at it, though that didn't always succeed in getting it to sit comfortably when her head was so sensitive from the chemo. She flicked her fingers in a dismissive gesture and moved further onto her side. "I want to ask you something."
"The answer's probably no," Sasha offered and threw her a smirk.
Andi reached over and yanked his cap down over his face as a teasing punishment. "At least hear me out."
"Is this about the singing thing?" Sasha pushed his hat back up onto his head, catching his curls in a tangle mess under the edge of it. He looked back up at the ceiling. "I don't want to sing in front of Justin."
"What? You didn't tell me that. That's not it, but we're coming back to this," Andi warned.
Sasha had the straw poised back at his lips. "He was right there! I wasn't going to say it in front of him."
"Why don't you want to?"
"You said we were coming back to it," Sasha mumbled, shoving the straw in his mouth. He gave her a side-eyed glance, sipping the drink and was put out to find he was met with the slurping sound of the can coming to an end. "He's too good..."
"To sing in front of?"
"Hm," Sasha grunted in lieu of a better answer. He could almost feel Andi's gaze boring a hole in the side of his face. He stifled a sigh of relief when she kept her promise on leaving it for the moment. "It's something else about Justin, isn't it?"
Andi shook her head. "Nope. It's about us."
That had his attention. "Us?" It was a guarded question. The last time they had a conversation like this, it ended in her telling him she had used her special make-a-wish thing to ask Justin to help him combat his stage fright, because she wanted to see him sing on a stage before she died. He should've just agreed to the bungee jumping thing. It would be less terrifying.
"I want you to have sex with me."
"Whaaaat... thefuck?" Sasha's best response. Followed by this face. "Did you just... what? I have a dick. You're a lesbian."
Andi tucked her hands under her cheek, lying there watching a the faces she was so used to seeing on him from many a day spent growing up together. "I know. But I don't want to die a virgin."
"Uh... can we go back to the stage fright?" Sasha mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. "You can't just pretend I have boobs. No, don't even... I'm not wearing a bra. I'll do almost anything for you, but that's not one of them."
Andi snickered, taking at least a little pleasure in his discomfort over her bombshell. Why not? You'd suit a lacy little pink number, maybe a bow and one of those little fabric roses or ten."
Sasha groaned, flipping onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. "I'm not making things weird between us. It'll just make everything weird."
"Even if it does, it won't be for long. I'll be gone soon."
"If there was even a mood, you just killed it," Sasha said quietly, once he had lifted his face from the pillow again. "No pun intended."
Andi reached over and tugged on one of his stray curls at his temple. "I might be gay, but I still have female anatomy. It'll work. It's still sex. Don't you think you'll be able to perform? I know I'm not, like, super hot sexy or anything like that right now. Or any, really. But you're my only hope."
Sasha put his hands over his face. "Now you're Leia'ing me."
"C'mon. Who else will be my Obi Wan?" Andi pointed out. "Look at me. I'm a hairless skeleton. I don't even have fucking eyelashes. No one is going to want to fuck this. They'll be too scared I'll drop dead in the middle of it."
"Yeah, but I just... it'd be my first time too, you know," Sasha had to remind her. He was a late bloomer. He already got that memo. Most other kids his age already lost their V-card.
Andi nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I know. If I had more time, I wouldn't even ask. At least think about it?"
Sasha wasn't sure his mind had room to think about much more than it was already jam-packed with, but he still nodded. Because it was Andi, and soon, she was right... she wouldn't be here anymore.
There was that choked lump in is throat again, and the sting behind his eyes. This was one of those situation that would never get better the more time that passed. It only got harder and more painful with every grain of sand running through Andi's hourglass, and soon it would be all gone completely.
sasha stanford ( oc )
Lying there squished onto the hospital bed beside Andrea, Sasha had his hand resting on his chest and lightly drummed the tips of his fingers as he stared up at the ceiling. He had a can of Dr Pepper tucked in under his arm, and was sipping it from a long bendy straw so he didn't need to be sitting up to indulge. A present from Andi when it became evident he would be spending many hours on a bed with her.
"What are you thinking about?" A pause. "Or... should I say who?"
Sasha's eyes departed the strange spot on the ceiling and he turned to look at his best friend. The straw popped out of his mouth and a droplet of Dr Pepper flicked into his eye. "Nothing," he replied. "No one," he added, feeling the need to clarify that too.
"Mmm..." Andi didn't sound convinced. Sasha was still watching her as she adjusted the soft cotton cap on her head. She tugged at it, though that didn't always succeed in getting it to sit comfortably when her head was so sensitive from the chemo. She flicked her fingers in a dismissive gesture and moved further onto her side. "I want to ask you something."
"The answer's probably no," Sasha offered and threw her a smirk.
Andi reached over and yanked his cap down over his face as a teasing punishment. "At least hear me out."
"Is this about the singing thing?" Sasha pushed his hat back up onto his head, catching his curls in a tangle mess under the edge of it. He looked back up at the ceiling. "I don't want to sing in front of Justin."
"What? You didn't tell me that. That's not it, but we're coming back to this," Andi warned.
Sasha had the straw poised back at his lips. "He was right there! I wasn't going to say it in front of him."
"Why don't you want to?"
"You said we were coming back to it," Sasha mumbled, shoving the straw in his mouth. He gave her a side-eyed glance, sipping the drink and was put out to find he was met with the slurping sound of the can coming to an end. "He's too good..."
"To sing in front of?"
"Hm," Sasha grunted in lieu of a better answer. He could almost feel Andi's gaze boring a hole in the side of his face. He stifled a sigh of relief when she kept her promise on leaving it for the moment. "It's something else about Justin, isn't it?"
Andi shook her head. "Nope. It's about us."
That had his attention. "Us?" It was a guarded question. The last time they had a conversation like this, it ended in her telling him she had used her special make-a-wish thing to ask Justin to help him combat his stage fright, because she wanted to see him sing on a stage before she died. He should've just agreed to the bungee jumping thing. It would be less terrifying.
"I want you to have sex with me."
"Whaaaat... thefuck?" Sasha's best response. Followed by this face. "Did you just... what? I have a dick. You're a lesbian."
Andi tucked her hands under her cheek, lying there watching a the faces she was so used to seeing on him from many a day spent growing up together. "I know. But I don't want to die a virgin."
"Uh... can we go back to the stage fright?" Sasha mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. "You can't just pretend I have boobs. No, don't even... I'm not wearing a bra. I'll do almost anything for you, but that's not one of them."
Andi snickered, taking at least a little pleasure in his discomfort over her bombshell. Why not? You'd suit a lacy little pink number, maybe a bow and one of those little fabric roses or ten."
Sasha groaned, flipping onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. "I'm not making things weird between us. It'll just make everything weird."
"Even if it does, it won't be for long. I'll be gone soon."
"If there was even a mood, you just killed it," Sasha said quietly, once he had lifted his face from the pillow again. "No pun intended."
Andi reached over and tugged on one of his stray curls at his temple. "I might be gay, but I still have female anatomy. It'll work. It's still sex. Don't you think you'll be able to perform? I know I'm not, like, super hot sexy or anything like that right now. Or any, really. But you're my only hope."
Sasha put his hands over his face. "Now you're Leia'ing me."
"C'mon. Who else will be my Obi Wan?" Andi pointed out. "Look at me. I'm a hairless skeleton. I don't even have fucking eyelashes. No one is going to want to fuck this. They'll be too scared I'll drop dead in the middle of it."
"Yeah, but I just... it'd be my first time too, you know," Sasha had to remind her. He was a late bloomer. He already got that memo. Most other kids his age already lost their V-card.
Andi nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I know. If I had more time, I wouldn't even ask. At least think about it?"
Sasha wasn't sure his mind had room to think about much more than it was already jam-packed with, but he still nodded. Because it was Andi, and soon, she was right... she wouldn't be here anymore.
There was that choked lump in is throat again, and the sting behind his eyes. This was one of those situation that would never get better the more time that passed. It only got harder and more painful with every grain of sand running through Andi's hourglass, and soon it would be all gone completely.
sasha stanford ( oc )