Post by poppetawoppet on Sept 6, 2009 18:47:24 GMT -5
umm totally unbetaed and completely off the top of my head....
There isn't anything special about September the twenty third. It's just another Wednesday. Of course Wednesdays had usually meant bad things. Wednesdays had meant someone was leaving. The first day after the tour was a Wednesday.
This was Wednesday.
Anoop wasn't sure how he had convinced Megan to hand out, how it was possible they were sitting at the last of the county fairs here in Utah. He remembered calling her, saying he had a days layover on his way to LA, asking her if she wantd to hang out. She had said sure, in that bright voice of hers, and his heart had lumped in his throat. He tried to calm himself down, to tell himself she was just a friend. But when she had answered the door he knew he was wrong.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Her face was free of any makeup. She was gorgeous. It was then he noticed her sandals, her toes painted a pretty coral. He closed his eyes, mentally picturing cold water and naked grandmas to try and cool his desire.
"So, uh, I couldn't get a babysitter. Is it cool if Ryder comes with us?"
Anoop nodded. "Sure. "
In lots of ways, having Ryder there was perfect. It made it not a date. It made it easier to laugh when he would run from one attraction to the other, squealing and laughing at the top of his lungs. Anoop spent the day with a grin on his face. He had never been happier in his life.
Towards the end of the day, he found himself with an armful of boy, Megan carrying the giant dog Ryder had named, appropriately, Dog. Anoop could see Megan stealing glances at him, a pensive look in her eyes. He told himself she was worried about Ryder, that it was nothing to do with him. He was a friend.
They walked home as they had walked there, the dusty night enveloping them in a comfortable silence. Anoop could easily imagine every night like this, knew better than to hope too uch.
"I can take him---"
Anoop shook his head. "Just lead me there."
He lay Ryder on the bed, instinctively taking off his shoes and covering him up. He heard Megan sigh as he kissed the boy on the cheek, told him to have pleasant dreams. She didn't say anything as he left the room.
"How long until your flight?"
Anoop checked his watch. "I have to go pretty soon."
Megan nodded, looked down. "This was great. We should do it again."
Anoop didn't know what to do then, so he gave her a cautious ug, turned to leave when she caught his arm.
There was a flash in her eyes before she pressed against him, her mouth greedily against his own. He buried his hands in her hair, tasted, feasted, hungered as she pulled away. He stared, unable to speak.
"Next time we're planning this better. This was great, but I want to be alone with you," she whispered in his ear. Not even a naked grandma could calm him now.
"Next time I'm making sure you have a babysitter."
He kissed her again, gently, cupped her smiling fce with her hands.
Before he boarded the plane, he recieved a text message.
I was already halfway through this one when the other reply went up (which is lovely, btw!), so I figured it would be silly not to finish.
He waits till they're off the stage, which he thinks shows remarkable restraint, all things considered. He doesn't wait till they're far off the stage - in fact, there are about a dozen people around them, all crossing one another's paths and heading in five different directions - but at least they're not in front of thousands of screaming fans.
"You are one big, gigantic tease," he says, fingers curled around her wrist.
"Why, because of this?" she says, opening the top two buttons of her blouse to show that she's wearing her hand-painted 'Anoop is my Boyfriend' t-shirt underneath.
"Yes, because of this," he says, reaching into the gap between and tugging on the t-shirt, right at her breastbone. "You with your t-shirts and your bubbletweets and your flirty looks, telling me to wait till the end of the tour. Well, it's the end of the tour now, isn't it?"
She unbuttons the rest of the buttons, lets the blouse hang open. "I guess it is. So what are you going to do about it?"
He tugs harder on the t-shirt, for a moment actually thinking she's going to let him pull her into a kiss, but she puts a finger up at the last moment. "What now? Whatever it is, I'll do it."
"Do you really want to do this while we're still all sweaty?"
"Yes!" says Anoop, tugging on her wrist this time, moving them slowly in the direction of the dressing rooms. "You could've rolled in cowflop and it still would've been fine with me."
"You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty," she says, scooting past him until she's the one leading the way through the doors, stumbling awkwardly into the hallway, their feet bumping against one another.
"You'd be pretty no matter what," he says. "You'd be pretty after a car crash."
"Smooth, Desai, smooth," she says, and he can't keep from staring at the words on her chest as she walks backwards down the hall, people still rushing past, hoping that she means them. "Smooth and classy."
"You know it," he says. They reach the boys' dressing room first, and he kicks the door open with one foot, tugging her through with him and swinging her up against the wall next to the door.
"Now can I kiss you?" he says as she presses one foot flat against the wall and grins at him. He doesn't wait for an answer, and she doesn't stop him as he presses his lips to hers and closes his eyes and thinks finally, finally, finally.
He comes back to catcalls and applause behind him, but he almost doesn't look because Megan's hand is up under his shirt, touching bare skin at his waist, and her lips are still right there.
"So who had today in the pool?"
That's Mike's voice, and out of the corner of his eye Anoop sees Todd rummaging around in his bag, pulling out a many-times-folded sheet of paper.
There's a grumbled chorus of "not me" and "I wish" and "my last date passed a month ago," and Anoop spares only a moment to wonder about just what exactly they had a pool going on before Megan rubs her ankle against his and he forgets all about it.
"And the winner would be...Kris," says Todd, and they all look over at him, even Anoop.
"That was the first square you picked," says Adam, looking over Todd's shoulder at the betting pool. "That was the only square you picked."
"I just had a hunch," he says with a shrug and a little smile as he collects his winnings from the other boys. "I...might know a little something about waiting."
Anoop opens his mouth to ask, but Megan turns his head back towards hers before he can, leans in closer and bites down lightly on his lower lip.
"Tour's not over till we leave the venue," she murmurs, "but as soon as it is, I promise you right now you won't be waiting anymore."
Post by musicaljunkie on Sept 7, 2009 16:23:12 GMT -5
Okay, now that I've finished my homework and have had time to process the epic win of these fics, I can review.
poppet... I love you forever for inclusion of Ryder, because there is so much potential for DaddyInstincts!Anoop, which turns my legs to jelly...and you did! OMG. So much love for him carrying Ryder while Megan carried "Dog" (which made me insanely happy...I love little kids.) The whole story was so sweet and then they made out and it was hot and I love you. A lot.
cj... You. Included. The. Anoop. Is. My. Boyfriend. T-Shirt. I love you. Also, people betting on when people are going to get together is my secret shame. I love that so much! Kris is a clever one! And then there was against-a-wall!kissing and my legs were already jelly from that first fic, and you turned them into jelly-flavored water. Thank you so much!
Both... Seriously, I love you both so much for these! I am the happiest Meganoop stan in the universe right now. ♥