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[210/201] The First Three Times (Community)
Title: The First Three Times
Fandom: Community
Characters/Pairings: Frankie Dart/Britta Perry, Ben Chang
Rating: PG
Words: 300
Notes: CW for alcohol and bad friends.
The first time Britta kissed Frankie, they were both drunk. The wine on Frankie’s tongue made the dumbest cocktail with the whiskey on hers. Frankie didn’t even drink. Leave it to the Nippledippers to bring any woman down to their level.
Even so Frankie was barely blurring her S’s. “This had better not be a test of my sexuality.”
“This had be’er nah be a tesh of my shexuality,” Britta mumbled into her neck. “Maybe you’re the shexuality cop, huh?” But at that point her hand was on Frankie’s breast and that little sound of surprise and discovery closed the subject.
In the front seat, Chang took advantage of the red lights to WhatsApp Jeff. While inconclusive, this would have to be take into account when calculating the betting pool’s odds.
The second time Britta kissed Frankie, they were stone-cold sober and furious at Chang and Jeff. “We’re not letting them ruin this for us,” said Britta through gritted teeth as she slipped her shirt off over her head. “Come on. We’re doing this.”
“No, Britta. No!” Frankie grabbed her wrist and pushed her back on the red sofa. “This is no way to—I mean, it’s not that I don’t—Could we go on a date first?”
“What?”
“A date. Like normal people.” There was an edge of uncertainty in Frankie’s practised confident smile, and Britta’s heart melted into a puddle.
“You want to take me on a date.”
“Is that so weird?”
“No, it’s…” She had no words for it, so she just beamed up at Frankie and grabbed her T-shirt to slip it back on. “Saturday?”
The third time Britta kissed Frankie, they were pleasantly tipsy on cliched wine after a stereotypical dinner at a French restaurant, and she had never felt more subversive in her life.
Fandom: Community
Characters/Pairings: Frankie Dart/Britta Perry, Ben Chang
Rating: PG
Words: 300
Notes: CW for alcohol and bad friends.
The first time Britta kissed Frankie, they were both drunk. The wine on Frankie’s tongue made the dumbest cocktail with the whiskey on hers. Frankie didn’t even drink. Leave it to the Nippledippers to bring any woman down to their level.
Even so Frankie was barely blurring her S’s. “This had better not be a test of my sexuality.”
“This had be’er nah be a tesh of my shexuality,” Britta mumbled into her neck. “Maybe you’re the shexuality cop, huh?” But at that point her hand was on Frankie’s breast and that little sound of surprise and discovery closed the subject.
In the front seat, Chang took advantage of the red lights to WhatsApp Jeff. While inconclusive, this would have to be take into account when calculating the betting pool’s odds.
The second time Britta kissed Frankie, they were stone-cold sober and furious at Chang and Jeff. “We’re not letting them ruin this for us,” said Britta through gritted teeth as she slipped her shirt off over her head. “Come on. We’re doing this.”
“No, Britta. No!” Frankie grabbed her wrist and pushed her back on the red sofa. “This is no way to—I mean, it’s not that I don’t—Could we go on a date first?”
“What?”
“A date. Like normal people.” There was an edge of uncertainty in Frankie’s practised confident smile, and Britta’s heart melted into a puddle.
“You want to take me on a date.”
“Is that so weird?”
“No, it’s…” She had no words for it, so she just beamed up at Frankie and grabbed her T-shirt to slip it back on. “Saturday?”
The third time Britta kissed Frankie, they were pleasantly tipsy on cliched wine after a stereotypical dinner at a French restaurant, and she had never felt more subversive in her life.