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perfectworrytitle: First Kiss
verse: Cactus Flower (Jazz Remix)
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prompt: Phase #4: Challenge #36: Quick Fic Amnesty ("midnight")
word count: 214
rating: G
summary: Mariel and Aya ring in the new year at Times Square.
“You know, sheik,” said Aya, “they say it’s good luck to kiss your sweetheart at midnight on New Year’s.”
“Do they?” asked Mariel.
They stood together in Times Square, Aya shivering in her short dress. Mariel planned to spend the evening in the warmth of the speakeasy where she lived and worked, but Aya had insisted they take a taxi out in the middle of the night, into the freezing cold and crowded streets.
Aya rubbed her hands together and shifted from foot to foot in the cold. Mariel checked her watch; they still had fifteen minutes until midnight, and Aya’s lips were turning blue.
Quickly as she could with fingers stiff from cold, Mariel unbuttoned her wool coat and draped it over Aya’s shoulders.
“Oh, don’t! You’ll freeze to death!” cried Aya.
“I think I’ll live,” said Mariel. Aya stood close to her, shivering less now under Mariel’s heavy coat. Her legs were still almost bare beneath her short dress.
“Look up,” said Mariel, pointing. Aya clapped with excitement, and Mariel smiled.
Before Aya had the opportunity, Mariel placed a kiss on her cheek.
“For luck, Ms Scarlett.”
“Happy New Year, sheik.”
verse: Cactus Flower (Jazz Remix)
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writerverse prompt: Phase #4: Challenge #36: Quick Fic Amnesty ("midnight")
word count: 214
rating: G
summary: Mariel and Aya ring in the new year at Times Square.
“You know, sheik,” said Aya, “they say it’s good luck to kiss your sweetheart at midnight on New Year’s.”
“Do they?” asked Mariel.
They stood together in Times Square, Aya shivering in her short dress. Mariel planned to spend the evening in the warmth of the speakeasy where she lived and worked, but Aya had insisted they take a taxi out in the middle of the night, into the freezing cold and crowded streets.
Aya rubbed her hands together and shifted from foot to foot in the cold. Mariel checked her watch; they still had fifteen minutes until midnight, and Aya’s lips were turning blue.
Quickly as she could with fingers stiff from cold, Mariel unbuttoned her wool coat and draped it over Aya’s shoulders.
“Oh, don’t! You’ll freeze to death!” cried Aya.
“I think I’ll live,” said Mariel. Aya stood close to her, shivering less now under Mariel’s heavy coat. Her legs were still almost bare beneath her short dress.
“Look up,” said Mariel, pointing. Aya clapped with excitement, and Mariel smiled.
Before Aya had the opportunity, Mariel placed a kiss on her cheek.
“For luck, Ms Scarlett.”
“Happy New Year, sheik.”
