Author: Nathalia
Rating: PG
Challenge:
Eggnog #12 - let it snow
Red Currant #14 - natural disaster
Extras / Toppings: cookie crumbs (mistletoe), malt (377: This mouth had kissed me so much it had worn its own grooves into my teeth. It was like settling into the armchair that fit exactly the round of your body, only it was incredibly exciting because everything was different now, and it was horribly wrong to be kissing. - Michelle Tea)
Word Count: 669
Story: Misfits
Summary: Stella thinks back on the Christmas party with regret.
Notes: I’m rewriting the early Dennis/Joseph/Stella thing because I don’t like it. I’m not sure about all the details but I don’t think they have sex or are even aware that they are attracted to each other for most ot the time.
It was still snowing, had been since Saturday night at that Christmas party. That was two days ago and the snow was piling up at a worrisome pace. According to weather reports, the thick and heavy snowflakes would keep falling for a few more days though hopefully with breaks in between.
Stella was already sick of the snow and she hadn't really left her apartment since the Christmas party. In fact, she barely remembered how she had gotten home in the first place, only that she had been wearing Joseph's coat over her own to ward off the cold. Joseph himself had walked home before it had started snowing, leaving his coat somewhere.
She had called him once since, to tell him she had found his coat although it had really been Dennis who had also hid it in the first place. The conversation had been a little awkward which she had blamed on her supposed hangover even though she hadn't had all that much to drink. If anything, she had been stoned.
Dennis had been more drunk than her but he'd also been on the sober side.
She wished she had been more drunk. Then she would have an excuse for the embarrassing mistletoe fiasco. Or even better, she might not remember it at all. As it was, it was plaguing her conscience. She had originally called Joseph to tell him but hadn't been able to. What would he say?
The cattle rattled on the stove and Stella poured some of the boiling water into her mug where a tea bag was already waiting, then she went to sit down on the couch crosslegged. She looked out at the falling snow. How pretty it looked, not at all cold and wet. But not deceiving enough to convince her to leave the warm shelter that was her apartment.
Dennis had called once, yesterday afternoon, but he had not left a message. And Stella had just sat next to the phone waiting for him to hang up. The las thing she wanted to do was talk to him right now, have to talk about what had happened.
She knew she was blowing this out of proportion, that it had just been a single kiss under the mistletoe but to admit to it in a conversation with Dennis wasn't something she was keen on doing. She just hoped Dennis wouldn't mention it to Joseph. She wasn't sure what she was so worried about.
At the Christmas party, she had enjoyed it. It had been thrilling, exhilarating, to hold on to Dennis so tightly and to kiss him, to have his arms wrapped around her, warding off the cold. But immediately when they had broken apart, she had seen that this was all wrong. When his lips had still been on hers, she had thought of taking him home, doing something even more forbidden. She had wanted to forget that this was her boyfriend's best friend. She had wanted to forget that she had a boyfriend to begin with.
It had felt so right.
And as soon as the kiss had ended, she had seen the error of her ways. Yes, it was more than a little appealing to take Dennis home with her, to make this a night she would regret forever, but wasn't there enough regret in just the kiss?
She had looked into Dennis' eyes and seen that similar thoughts must be running through his dreamy brown eyes. She had had to look away to ensure that she wouldn't forget herself.
And then the spell had been broken with a suddenness that surprised them both as they stuttered apologies and all the magic vanished into thin air. She wasn't even sure if there had been magic in the first place or if she had just imagined it, added it to make up an excuse for her wayward behavior.
All she knew was that she had to forget it if she wanted to stay with Joseph.
And she thought she did.
Rating: PG
Challenge:
Eggnog #12 - let it snow
Red Currant #14 - natural disaster
Extras / Toppings: cookie crumbs (mistletoe), malt (377: This mouth had kissed me so much it had worn its own grooves into my teeth. It was like settling into the armchair that fit exactly the round of your body, only it was incredibly exciting because everything was different now, and it was horribly wrong to be kissing. - Michelle Tea)
Word Count: 669
Story: Misfits
Summary: Stella thinks back on the Christmas party with regret.
Notes: I’m rewriting the early Dennis/Joseph/Stella thing because I don’t like it. I’m not sure about all the details but I don’t think they have sex or are even aware that they are attracted to each other for most ot the time.
It was still snowing, had been since Saturday night at that Christmas party. That was two days ago and the snow was piling up at a worrisome pace. According to weather reports, the thick and heavy snowflakes would keep falling for a few more days though hopefully with breaks in between.
Stella was already sick of the snow and she hadn't really left her apartment since the Christmas party. In fact, she barely remembered how she had gotten home in the first place, only that she had been wearing Joseph's coat over her own to ward off the cold. Joseph himself had walked home before it had started snowing, leaving his coat somewhere.
She had called him once since, to tell him she had found his coat although it had really been Dennis who had also hid it in the first place. The conversation had been a little awkward which she had blamed on her supposed hangover even though she hadn't had all that much to drink. If anything, she had been stoned.
Dennis had been more drunk than her but he'd also been on the sober side.
She wished she had been more drunk. Then she would have an excuse for the embarrassing mistletoe fiasco. Or even better, she might not remember it at all. As it was, it was plaguing her conscience. She had originally called Joseph to tell him but hadn't been able to. What would he say?
The cattle rattled on the stove and Stella poured some of the boiling water into her mug where a tea bag was already waiting, then she went to sit down on the couch crosslegged. She looked out at the falling snow. How pretty it looked, not at all cold and wet. But not deceiving enough to convince her to leave the warm shelter that was her apartment.
Dennis had called once, yesterday afternoon, but he had not left a message. And Stella had just sat next to the phone waiting for him to hang up. The las thing she wanted to do was talk to him right now, have to talk about what had happened.
She knew she was blowing this out of proportion, that it had just been a single kiss under the mistletoe but to admit to it in a conversation with Dennis wasn't something she was keen on doing. She just hoped Dennis wouldn't mention it to Joseph. She wasn't sure what she was so worried about.
At the Christmas party, she had enjoyed it. It had been thrilling, exhilarating, to hold on to Dennis so tightly and to kiss him, to have his arms wrapped around her, warding off the cold. But immediately when they had broken apart, she had seen that this was all wrong. When his lips had still been on hers, she had thought of taking him home, doing something even more forbidden. She had wanted to forget that this was her boyfriend's best friend. She had wanted to forget that she had a boyfriend to begin with.
It had felt so right.
And as soon as the kiss had ended, she had seen the error of her ways. Yes, it was more than a little appealing to take Dennis home with her, to make this a night she would regret forever, but wasn't there enough regret in just the kiss?
She had looked into Dennis' eyes and seen that similar thoughts must be running through his dreamy brown eyes. She had had to look away to ensure that she wouldn't forget herself.
And then the spell had been broken with a suddenness that surprised them both as they stuttered apologies and all the magic vanished into thin air. She wasn't even sure if there had been magic in the first place or if she had just imagined it, added it to make up an excuse for her wayward behavior.
All she knew was that she had to forget it if she wanted to stay with Joseph.
And she thought she did.
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