We melt like sugar into black coffee

[impersona]

TAKING REQUESTS FOR VALENTINE'S DAY DRABBLES YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Give me an OTP and a detailed prompt, and I will give you a 100-300 word fic in response!   I have been particularly itching to do crack fic lately - like, off-the-wall non-canon ships (like Samuel and Jay making out in the elevator).  Or canon ships in really cracky AUs (Devo and Galen in Pokemon AU).  OR PLAIN STUFF IF YOU WANNA BE VANILLA.   I want to smash through them tomorrow (day off FINALLY), but I will have them done by the end of the week.   Put multiple requests if you want, and I'll pick my favorite.

I also have my schmoop bingo board to get through, so you can use that as reference!  It's here.

Gearing back into action, posting like a beast soon!

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[ambientfiligree]

OLDER!VAL AND RAQUEL.

[impersona]

Raquel sat on the edge of a booth table, and hummed contentedly in her silent, empty bar. She could see the draft handles, and the bottles of wines and liquors, and the stack of washed mugs. She realized she hadn't ever looked at her bar counter quite from this angle, but thought it looked pleasingly novel, like of an old saloon from the movies. The mirror paneling at the back of the bar afforded Raquel a view of herself that she never known either. Her shirt pulled down to her waist, hair half pulled out of its tie, and her legs casually folded around a young man's back.

"You know, sometimes, I think about when you were a few years younger, running around with those other brats." She twisted her finger in his dark, thick hair. "You, and that shy one with braids, I could have sworn you two were 15."

Raquel chuckled to herself, and planted her other hand behind her, against the rich wood of the bar table. Her pinky brushed against a lukewarm bottle of beer, neglected and still half-filled. A smile crept over her lips. "I didn't realize you'd be back so soon for your first drink, Valentino."

She nuzzled against his neck and hummed against his skin, but Val still didn't acknowledge her, not even when she directly addressed him. Raquel was glad that he didn't. She so much enjoyed the attention he lavished on her breasts instead. She sometimes thought her body was too old to be interesting anymore, but his intent delighted and invigorated her.

"It wasn't just your height, you know," she said, blowing a little bit at his hair. "Always dressing up older than you were, in those suits. You would get mad over the smallest little thing."

She lowered her hand and smoothed it over his back. She could feel some muscle under his dress shirt, and smiled as she guessed what inspired him to start working out. "And you always got huffy at Alex, and the other bigger boys. I wonder why?"

"Oh, and how can I forget your chubby baby cheeks." Raquel laid her own cheek against his shoulder, still casually gazing into the mirror. "I have nothing to pinch anymore."

She could feel the irritation through his fingers, which knead harder into her breasts. He nipped her occasionally, with a little more fire now than before.

"Ah," she whispered, and ran her hands over the back of his slacks. Her greedy fingertips found some juicy estate down there. "Nevermind. I found something."

"You know, Raquel," he said, finally taking his lips from her breasts. "This isn't as exciting as it was five minutes ago."

She frowned when his attentions stopped, and gazed down at him. Raquel thought college might have loosened him up a little, but Val stared at her with same ink black eyes as always, still too proud and too serious for someone his age. Perhaps she could yet find a way to cure him of his uptightness.

"I'm sorry," Raquel said, though her face indicated nothing resembling remorse. She leaned in and kissed him though, just below the ear. "Will you forgive me? I'll treat you like a big boy from now on."

"Like a man," Val murmured. Even through her jeans, she felt his hand squeeze her inner thigh, and his thumb run over that place that made her a woman. "I wanted to meet you again as a man."

Slight as the touch was, it sent a shiver through her body. Perhaps, she thought, as she felt for the zipper of her jeans, there'd be no harm if she got just little bit serious too. "Of course."

[ambientfiligree]

BUT WILL VAL STILL WANT HER WHEN HE REALIZES SHE'S NOT A BLONDE?

( I love this. <3 <3 <3 )