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femslashficlets2019-03-12 03:05 pm
Janelle Monáe lyrics: A Bit of Fire (Community)
Title: A Bit of Fire
Fandom: Community
Characters/Pairings: Annie Edison/Britta Perry
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Prompt: So dress me up I'll like it better if we both pretend
"I hope you're happy. You've ruined my date." Annie Edison hugged her arms to herself, crunching the silk of her slinky little date dress, her lips in an attractive red moue. (Stop that, Britta. It's not attractive, it’s childish.)
"You mean you ruined my date," Britta shot back. No slinky dress for Britta Perry, but she had worn her extra tight jeans and her best boots.
"It's our date, Britta. And I'm not the one who yelled at the waited for twenty minutes because there was no vegetarian option."
"But... there was no vegetarian option!"
"It's called the House of Steaks!"
"Yeah, and like you didn't bring me to the House of Steaks just to get me to yell at the waiter. You wanted me to ruin it."
Annie's red lower lip trembled. Fuck. Britta ran a hand through her hair, grasped a handful and tugged on it lightly to get her head back on straight. This is what they did. Fight and make up. Out. Make out. Annie liked that little bit of fire. And Britta fell for it every time. She held out her arms. "Aw, Annie... C'mere, honey."
She always was a sucker for a lost cause.
Fandom: Community
Characters/Pairings: Annie Edison/Britta Perry
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Prompt: So dress me up I'll like it better if we both pretend
"I hope you're happy. You've ruined my date." Annie Edison hugged her arms to herself, crunching the silk of her slinky little date dress, her lips in an attractive red moue. (Stop that, Britta. It's not attractive, it’s childish.)
"You mean you ruined my date," Britta shot back. No slinky dress for Britta Perry, but she had worn her extra tight jeans and her best boots.
"It's our date, Britta. And I'm not the one who yelled at the waited for twenty minutes because there was no vegetarian option."
"But... there was no vegetarian option!"
"It's called the House of Steaks!"
"Yeah, and like you didn't bring me to the House of Steaks just to get me to yell at the waiter. You wanted me to ruin it."
Annie's red lower lip trembled. Fuck. Britta ran a hand through her hair, grasped a handful and tugged on it lightly to get her head back on straight. This is what they did. Fight and make up. Out. Make out. Annie liked that little bit of fire. And Britta fell for it every time. She held out her arms. "Aw, Annie... C'mere, honey."
She always was a sucker for a lost cause.

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