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tentacles2009-12-20 05:59 pm
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[Suikoden Tierkreis] Quick Study
Title: Quick Study
Fandom: Suikoden Tierkreis
Pairing: Marica/Len-Lien
Word Count: 1156
Notes: College AU forkarayan. ♥
Summary: Len-Lien picked a hell of a time to get locked out of her room.
The soft knock on Marica's door distracted her from the reading she had been scowling at. She sighed and stood, stretching; her spine protested the sudden movement painfully. "Who is it?"
"Len-Lien."
"Len-Lien?" Marica blinked and hurried to open the door to reveal her friend. Len-Lien was soaking wet from head to toe and shivering. "Oh, wow, what happened? Get in, get in!" She reached out to take Len-Lien's hand-- it was cold to the touch-- and pull her in.
Len-Lien stood there in the door, awkwardly. "I don't want to ruin your things," she said. "I just-- I thought--"
She fell silent, and Marica's heart ached. It was the most upset she'd ever seen her friend, even counting the numerous difficulties Len-Lien had had adjusting to a hugely populated university after life in a small, isolated town. "Sit down," Marica ordered, tugging her over to a chair. "I guess the rain caught you by surprise?"
Len-Lien looked down at the floor, her hands folding automatically in her lap. "I had given Fredegund the key to the apartment," she said. "She had left hers inside, and I did not foresee..." She looked up.
"You got locked out?" Marica grimaced. "So-- how'd you get in here?" Len-Lien blinked and held out a keycard for the building. Liu's. Marica sighed. Of course. "And you won't go to him because it would be a bother."
Len-Lien nodded, and Marica pulled open the closet door to distract herself from the urge to slam her forehead into a wall. "Here, you'll need some dry clothes, right?"
"Marica, you don't have to--"
"Clothes!" Marica flung a shirt at Len-Lien, exasperated, and felt bad about it even before it landed. "Oops, sorry. Here, if you're going to be staying the night, you don't need anything fancy, right? These are cozy." She held out the pajama pants contritely, and Len-Lien took them and the shirt-- which had landed on her head-- with a smile smile. "Here, I'll find my hairdrier, too, it's got to be around here somewhere-- aha!" She pulled it from the back of her closet and held it up, dangling cord and all.
Len-Lien shook her head. "You don't have to," she insisted, standing up.
Marica hastily averted her eyes as Len-Lien started to peel off her wet top. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she only hoped that Len-Lien didn't notice. "Yeah, well, isn't that what you're always telling Liu?" she countered. "And you still keep doing his laundry."
"That's different." Len-Lien's voice was muffled, and Marica squeezed her eyes shut. Don't look, don't look, don't look. "You are not bound by the customs of our village."
"No, but I'm your friend." Marica shoved her hands in her pockets. "It's not about obligation; I don't want you to spend the night out there in the freezing rain just because you were nice to someone. That's just stupid."
The tap on her shoulder startled her, and she looked around to see Len-Lien, dressed in Marica's clothing and looking adorable in clothing that didn't quite fit her for once. "May I have the drier?" she asked.
Marica pointed to where she'd dropped it on the desk. "The outlet's by the door."
"Thank you."
There was only one seat in the small room, and the floor was too hard to sit on after a long day of doing nothing but sitting, so Marica flopped down on the already unrolled futon to watch Len-Lien free her hair from the elastic and fingercomb it dry. She only looked away when she started to wonder how Len-Lien would react to her going over there and helping. That was stupid, right? Len-Lien was obviously crushing on Liu.
Yeah. Stupid.
"You would really let me stay the night?" Len-Lien interrupted Marica's thoughts, and Marica jumped.
"Uh! Yeah! Of course," Marica said more firmly as she calmed down. "The only alternative is the couch in the common room, and nobody should have to spend the night on that thing. It collects barf and, uh, other things like honey collects flies." She felt her cheeks heat up and dropped her gaze. "Uh, I can sleep on the floor, though, if you don't feel up to sharing with me. I'd understand if you don't want to, what with..." She shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable.
Len-Lien was still looking at Marica intently when she dared to look up again. "No. You have a quiz tomorrow." She sat down next to Marica. "If anything, I should be the one sleeping on the floor."
"You have the same quiz," Marica muttered. "It's okay, I'm sure we can cram in there as long as you don't mind getting up close and personal with me. I know it's not what you're used to."
Len-Lien nodded. "If Liu-Shen can do it, so can I," she said.
Marica nearly bit her tongue; the only people Liu got up close and personal with were his ex and his current, respectively. But she didn't even know if Len-Lien knew Liu was dating; who knew what Scribe customs said about that? So instead she said, helplessly, "If you're sure."
Studying after that would have been an exercise in futility, so instead Marica distracted herself with hygiene, excusing herself to the bathroom to dawdle over her toothbrush. What are you doing, Marica? she thought, staring at herself in the mirror.
She couldn't put it off forever, though, so she braced herself and made her way back into the room, where Len-Lien had already tucked herself away against the wall, leaving room for Marica under the sheets. Marica's heartbeat quickened, and she looked away hastily. "So, lights out, then?"
Len-Lien shook her head. "I can sleep with the lights on," she said, her voice almost too quiet to hear. Marica rolled her eyes and flipped the switch.
Well, it was now or never. She took a deep breath before sliding under the covers. Len-Lien was warm and smelled as good as she always did, even in Marica's clothing. Marica pulled the sheets up and closed her eyes and tried not to think what she was thinking. It wouldn't do any good, and she wasn't about to hurt her friendship with Len-Lien like that, and...
"Marica?" Len-Lien's voice was little more than a whisper in the darkness.
"What?"
A sensation ghosted over Marica's cheek, and her heart leapt into her throat as she realized it had been Len-Lien's lips. "Thank you," Len-Lien said, again, her breath close enough to warm Marica's skin. Then it was gone; Marica could feel Len-Lien turning to curl up on her side, her breathing evening out into sleep almost immediately.
"Unfair," Marica said to the room when she thought she could trust her voice again. It still shook a little bit. "We are so talking about this tomorrow."
She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. She was definitely going to fail tomorrow's quiz.
Fandom: Suikoden Tierkreis
Pairing: Marica/Len-Lien
Word Count: 1156
Notes: College AU for
karayan. ♥Summary: Len-Lien picked a hell of a time to get locked out of her room.
The soft knock on Marica's door distracted her from the reading she had been scowling at. She sighed and stood, stretching; her spine protested the sudden movement painfully. "Who is it?"
"Len-Lien."
"Len-Lien?" Marica blinked and hurried to open the door to reveal her friend. Len-Lien was soaking wet from head to toe and shivering. "Oh, wow, what happened? Get in, get in!" She reached out to take Len-Lien's hand-- it was cold to the touch-- and pull her in.
Len-Lien stood there in the door, awkwardly. "I don't want to ruin your things," she said. "I just-- I thought--"
She fell silent, and Marica's heart ached. It was the most upset she'd ever seen her friend, even counting the numerous difficulties Len-Lien had had adjusting to a hugely populated university after life in a small, isolated town. "Sit down," Marica ordered, tugging her over to a chair. "I guess the rain caught you by surprise?"
Len-Lien looked down at the floor, her hands folding automatically in her lap. "I had given Fredegund the key to the apartment," she said. "She had left hers inside, and I did not foresee..." She looked up.
"You got locked out?" Marica grimaced. "So-- how'd you get in here?" Len-Lien blinked and held out a keycard for the building. Liu's. Marica sighed. Of course. "And you won't go to him because it would be a bother."
Len-Lien nodded, and Marica pulled open the closet door to distract herself from the urge to slam her forehead into a wall. "Here, you'll need some dry clothes, right?"
"Marica, you don't have to--"
"Clothes!" Marica flung a shirt at Len-Lien, exasperated, and felt bad about it even before it landed. "Oops, sorry. Here, if you're going to be staying the night, you don't need anything fancy, right? These are cozy." She held out the pajama pants contritely, and Len-Lien took them and the shirt-- which had landed on her head-- with a smile smile. "Here, I'll find my hairdrier, too, it's got to be around here somewhere-- aha!" She pulled it from the back of her closet and held it up, dangling cord and all.
Len-Lien shook her head. "You don't have to," she insisted, standing up.
Marica hastily averted her eyes as Len-Lien started to peel off her wet top. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she only hoped that Len-Lien didn't notice. "Yeah, well, isn't that what you're always telling Liu?" she countered. "And you still keep doing his laundry."
"That's different." Len-Lien's voice was muffled, and Marica squeezed her eyes shut. Don't look, don't look, don't look. "You are not bound by the customs of our village."
"No, but I'm your friend." Marica shoved her hands in her pockets. "It's not about obligation; I don't want you to spend the night out there in the freezing rain just because you were nice to someone. That's just stupid."
The tap on her shoulder startled her, and she looked around to see Len-Lien, dressed in Marica's clothing and looking adorable in clothing that didn't quite fit her for once. "May I have the drier?" she asked.
Marica pointed to where she'd dropped it on the desk. "The outlet's by the door."
"Thank you."
There was only one seat in the small room, and the floor was too hard to sit on after a long day of doing nothing but sitting, so Marica flopped down on the already unrolled futon to watch Len-Lien free her hair from the elastic and fingercomb it dry. She only looked away when she started to wonder how Len-Lien would react to her going over there and helping. That was stupid, right? Len-Lien was obviously crushing on Liu.
Yeah. Stupid.
"You would really let me stay the night?" Len-Lien interrupted Marica's thoughts, and Marica jumped.
"Uh! Yeah! Of course," Marica said more firmly as she calmed down. "The only alternative is the couch in the common room, and nobody should have to spend the night on that thing. It collects barf and, uh, other things like honey collects flies." She felt her cheeks heat up and dropped her gaze. "Uh, I can sleep on the floor, though, if you don't feel up to sharing with me. I'd understand if you don't want to, what with..." She shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable.
Len-Lien was still looking at Marica intently when she dared to look up again. "No. You have a quiz tomorrow." She sat down next to Marica. "If anything, I should be the one sleeping on the floor."
"You have the same quiz," Marica muttered. "It's okay, I'm sure we can cram in there as long as you don't mind getting up close and personal with me. I know it's not what you're used to."
Len-Lien nodded. "If Liu-Shen can do it, so can I," she said.
Marica nearly bit her tongue; the only people Liu got up close and personal with were his ex and his current, respectively. But she didn't even know if Len-Lien knew Liu was dating; who knew what Scribe customs said about that? So instead she said, helplessly, "If you're sure."
Studying after that would have been an exercise in futility, so instead Marica distracted herself with hygiene, excusing herself to the bathroom to dawdle over her toothbrush. What are you doing, Marica? she thought, staring at herself in the mirror.
She couldn't put it off forever, though, so she braced herself and made her way back into the room, where Len-Lien had already tucked herself away against the wall, leaving room for Marica under the sheets. Marica's heartbeat quickened, and she looked away hastily. "So, lights out, then?"
Len-Lien shook her head. "I can sleep with the lights on," she said, her voice almost too quiet to hear. Marica rolled her eyes and flipped the switch.
Well, it was now or never. She took a deep breath before sliding under the covers. Len-Lien was warm and smelled as good as she always did, even in Marica's clothing. Marica pulled the sheets up and closed her eyes and tried not to think what she was thinking. It wouldn't do any good, and she wasn't about to hurt her friendship with Len-Lien like that, and...
"Marica?" Len-Lien's voice was little more than a whisper in the darkness.
"What?"
A sensation ghosted over Marica's cheek, and her heart leapt into her throat as she realized it had been Len-Lien's lips. "Thank you," Len-Lien said, again, her breath close enough to warm Marica's skin. Then it was gone; Marica could feel Len-Lien turning to curl up on her side, her breathing evening out into sleep almost immediately.
"Unfair," Marica said to the room when she thought she could trust her voice again. It still shook a little bit. "We are so talking about this tomorrow."
She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. She was definitely going to fail tomorrow's quiz.
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