Let Your Hair Down
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dorksidefikerTitle: Let Your Hair Down
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Jem
Table/Prompt: Table 3/ 4. I’ll be your mirror, darlin’, let your hair down.
Character/Pairing: Stormer, Kimber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 273
Summary: There’s pizza and movies. What more do you need?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Oh man-” Stormer said, looking at Kimber. The other woman was standing on her front porch, her normally poofy red hair plastered to her head. Truthfully, Stormer’s hair was in similar shape, but she had just gotten out of the shower. Kimber’s make up was running, possibly from the rain, but Stormer didn’t think so. Her eyes were red.
“Can I come in?”
Stormer took her hand, pulling her inside. “Come on, I just ordered pizza.”
“Pizza sounds good,” Kimber said. “Mind if I use your-?”
“Sure, sure!” Stormer smoothed Kimber’s hair away from her face. “You okay?”
“Me and Jerrica kinda had a fight,” Kimber said with a small shrug and a half hearted smile. “We’ll both get over it, but right now-”
“Yeah, I know.”
***
“Oh my God,” Stormer giggled, pausing the movie. “Is it wrong that I find Tim Curry in fishnets unbearably hot?”
Kimber joined her in the giggling, tying a bow at the end of the thick braid she’d made in Stormer’s hair. “I envy his legs,” she admitted. She reached for a slice of pizza, devouring it in three short bites.
“I’m afraid to see what you’ve done to my hair.”
“Can’t be any worse than what you usually do,” Kimber assured her, scooting around to get a front view. “You look… cute.”
“Oh, great,” Stormer mumbled.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Jem
Table/Prompt: Table 3/ 4. I’ll be your mirror, darlin’, let your hair down.
Character/Pairing: Stormer, Kimber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 273
Summary: There’s pizza and movies. What more do you need?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Oh man-” Stormer said, looking at Kimber. The other woman was standing on her front porch, her normally poofy red hair plastered to her head. Truthfully, Stormer’s hair was in similar shape, but she had just gotten out of the shower. Kimber’s make up was running, possibly from the rain, but Stormer didn’t think so. Her eyes were red.
“Can I come in?”
Stormer took her hand, pulling her inside. “Come on, I just ordered pizza.”
“Pizza sounds good,” Kimber said. “Mind if I use your-?”
“Sure, sure!” Stormer smoothed Kimber’s hair away from her face. “You okay?”
“Me and Jerrica kinda had a fight,” Kimber said with a small shrug and a half hearted smile. “We’ll both get over it, but right now-”
“Yeah, I know.”
***
“Oh my God,” Stormer giggled, pausing the movie. “Is it wrong that I find Tim Curry in fishnets unbearably hot?”
Kimber joined her in the giggling, tying a bow at the end of the thick braid she’d made in Stormer’s hair. “I envy his legs,” she admitted. She reached for a slice of pizza, devouring it in three short bites.
“I’m afraid to see what you’ve done to my hair.”
“Can’t be any worse than what you usually do,” Kimber assured her, scooting around to get a front view. “You look… cute.”
“Oh, great,” Stormer mumbled.