Christian-Glibertarian just went away, possibly to give some good loving to some bacon, and OCH was just called out on his virtual fapping we we’re witnessing this whole time right before our eyes, so its obvious he had to stop. Me, I’m too busy trying to get Lori to stop unzipping my trousers, and TLC is currently watching us as she takes notes.
Get a room you two! Take a cue from Christian-Glibertarian geez.
Yeah, but, the kitchen is already occupied, and Blood Clot has the whole upstairs (I don’t know why they need every single room, but I think they’re Clue fetishists with what me and Lori could hear…
OCH: I’m Colonel Mustard
TLC: and I’m the candle stick
OCH: And I’d like to “murder” you right now in the upstairs closet
TLC: ooh yeah baby….
So, the only place me and Lori have are the backseat of my car in the garage.
A/N: I haven’t done a 30 Days thing in over a month. Woops. Here’s some nothing special, one-sided Borra.
She told herself she wouldn’t cry.
And to be fair, she wasn’t crying… yet. But the emotions were beginning to overwhelm her, churning inside like angry waves that threatened to pull her under any second. Korra struggled to choke down the lump lodged in her throat, struggled to breathe as her metaphorical heart broke all over again every second she saw him holding, kissing, loving her.
She hadn’t been this upset when her relationship with Mako ended. If she felt anything at all while she was with him it was more than likely the anger and frustration she kept pent up inside. Eventually it all spewed out like lava, words thrown like weapons intending to harm. And in the moments they could bear to be civil to each other, she’d find herself longing for something more, someone else. When they finally broke up she was more relieved than upset.
But her feelings for Bolin had never really changed. They simply grew. Into a love that she hadn’t believed she could feel. A love she never even realized shewanted…
…until it was too late.
The Night Shift
Ch. 1: Established Reconnection
Rating: T (Language, Sexual References)
Pairing: Bosami (Friendship, Angst, Fluff)
Summary: While helping Bolin prepare for his work the next day, Asami and him take some time to share any lingering feelings they still have for one another.
Author’s Note: This is part of a much larger story set in an alternate universe, and takes place a couple of years down the road after season one.
Disclaimer: This is pretty long, so brace yourself before continuing.
“Bo, don’t expect me to do all the work for you while you sit there and snooze the whole night,” a voice said to him, sternly.
“Huh?” he said as he cracked opened his eyes, “Oh, hey Asami! I was just getting a few moments of shut-eye, that’s all.”
“Uh huh, whatever you say,” she teased as she set the tray of tea and crumpets she brought with her on his bench, “like I haven’t heard that excuse before.”
He rubbed the blurriness out of his eyes and stretched his arms clear over his head. Twenty minutes before she came he hoped to get just a little bit of rest before the long night ahead. Standing up from his bed, he scratched his sides while straightening out his hair.
“Hey, I only said it a few times, ok?” he said to her while yawning like a saber-tooth moose lion, “and besides, did you really expect me to be up for it every single night?”
“Bo, we only did it twice a week,” she reminded him, “for a teenager, I actually thought you’d be up for more than that.”
“Hey, I was up for it, unlike Mako; he didn’t even want to get to third base when you.”
Asami’s face suddenly turned red with anger, annoyed that he’d bring up his brother’s name after she mentioned so many times how she wanted to forget about her relationship with the firebender. He knew that, although their break was amicable between her and his brother, there were still feelings of resentment that continued to haunt her way after the collapse of their relationship. Sometimes, however, during the heat of the moment, he’d forget about such important details.