an attempt at short fiction
Oct. 29th, 2011 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drewkittyI don't usually write short fiction, and when I do, it's usually not very good.
In honor of "Asexual Awareness Week," however, here goes:
A lovely dinner, a walk in the park, and inviting him in to continue their conversation in the heated comfort of the living room.
Honest to tell, she had been having so much fun chatting with him that she had forgotten to tread lightly. That this was a date, and that a reasonable person might have certain thoughts of how the evening might progress. She couldn't remember if she had sent enough messages, enough cues.
So when he leaned forward and made a suggestive remark, she didn't immediately change the subject, or launch into an explanation of how she liked him but not that way, as she had learned to do. Instead, she excused herself to use the restroom. A time out, to gather up her courage.
When she came back, he looked her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry that I didn't make myself clear. I've really enjoyed our evening together. I feel very close to you and I'd like to ..."
She almost winced.
"... cuddle with you."
Seeing the look on her face, he stammered on, "Really. Nothing more." His very awkwardness shone of sincerity, and beneath that, fear. Fear of rejection, that she would be angry, that she would want more than he was able to give.
She almost laughed in sheer relief. She only realized that a giggle had escaped her when he started to stand, mind clearly on fetching his own jacket from the hook by the door and making an escape, stage right.
"I've overstayed my welcome, I should really get going ..." he began.
"No, come back here, sit down next to me," she said immediately, patting the seat cushion. "I wasn't laughing at you. Just at us, fencing with each other all evening, trying to avoid the truth of things."
He sat, but not at ease. Wary.
"Let's be clear. I also enjoyed our evening together. A lot. I would love to cuddle with you. A lot of guys only have their minds on one thing," and now it was her turn to stammer, "you know, that, the sex thing."
He nodded. "That's not your thing. You want to be in charge."
Oh, dear, she thought to herself. He's not an ace like me, he's a submissive..
To be continued ...
In honor of "Asexual Awareness Week," however, here goes:
A lovely dinner, a walk in the park, and inviting him in to continue their conversation in the heated comfort of the living room.
Honest to tell, she had been having so much fun chatting with him that she had forgotten to tread lightly. That this was a date, and that a reasonable person might have certain thoughts of how the evening might progress. She couldn't remember if she had sent enough messages, enough cues.
So when he leaned forward and made a suggestive remark, she didn't immediately change the subject, or launch into an explanation of how she liked him but not that way, as she had learned to do. Instead, she excused herself to use the restroom. A time out, to gather up her courage.
When she came back, he looked her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry that I didn't make myself clear. I've really enjoyed our evening together. I feel very close to you and I'd like to ..."
She almost winced.
"... cuddle with you."
Seeing the look on her face, he stammered on, "Really. Nothing more." His very awkwardness shone of sincerity, and beneath that, fear. Fear of rejection, that she would be angry, that she would want more than he was able to give.
She almost laughed in sheer relief. She only realized that a giggle had escaped her when he started to stand, mind clearly on fetching his own jacket from the hook by the door and making an escape, stage right.
"I've overstayed my welcome, I should really get going ..." he began.
"No, come back here, sit down next to me," she said immediately, patting the seat cushion. "I wasn't laughing at you. Just at us, fencing with each other all evening, trying to avoid the truth of things."
He sat, but not at ease. Wary.
"Let's be clear. I also enjoyed our evening together. A lot. I would love to cuddle with you. A lot of guys only have their minds on one thing," and now it was her turn to stammer, "you know, that, the sex thing."
He nodded. "That's not your thing. You want to be in charge."
Oh, dear, she thought to herself. He's not an ace like me, he's a submissive..
To be continued ...
