http://newbiepoet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] newbiepoet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] wl_fanfiction2010-02-10 02:10 pm

Random Ficlet: Your The Boss, Applesauce.

Don't you just love Andy Warhol? lol.

Title: You’re The Boss, Applesauce.
Pairing: Greg/Jen
Rating: PG-13 (though clean, just feels like it should be higher rating)
Summary: telling someone you love them
Notes: v short, but not quite a drabble. i really have to load up on words one day!

You’re The Boss, Applesauce.

He blinked at her, taking in her long waving hair, dark lined eyes, as was the fashion, thin body with awkward movements. There was something elegant about her, but he had no idea what, something mystical as she spun slowly to the Velvet Underground 44” single.
“What do you want to do with your life Greg?” she asked, taking a hit from the joint, and he couldn’t help feeling mesmerised by her lips. She sunk onto the cushions beside him and he wrapped an arm around her tiny frame.
“What do you mean?” he asked, taking the joint, running his hand through that soft, almost curling hair, “I dunno, make people laugh,” he said, taking a drag, “make something beautiful that people don’t need but want.” Jennifer lent up on one sharp elbow.
“Create something beautiful. Me too…” she said wistfully, laughing softly. “Alright, you be Andy Warhol and I’ll be Edie Sedgewick” Greg laughed as she reached over, swapping his glasses for sunglasses, placing the joint back in her mouth, between those captivating lips of hers.
“You’re the boss Applesauce, but I could never do that, Andy never loved Edie.” he explained, watching as her eyes smiled playfully at him. He lent over her, cupping her cheeks in his palms. “At least, not like I love you.” she chuckled softly, trading his glasses back, and he beamed as he saw her beautiful smile in technicolour.
“I love you too Greg” she said gently. Greg set the joint in the crystal ashtray, kissing her.

Greg shakes his head, laughing. Jennifer blinks sleepily, lifting her head from his chest, where she was dozing comfortably.
“What are you laughing at?” she asks. Greg smiles softly at her. His wife now; with shorter hair and less make up, but the same awkward grace and graceful awkwardness that he loved right from the start.
“The first time I said I love you.” Instant smile as the memory comes to her, glittering eyes meeting his.
“Well Drella,” she says, dead panning as she teases. Greg laughs,
“Yes Superstar…” he breathes, kissing those lips which had bewitched him so long ago.

They weren’t in New York, in 1966. They never had been, the closest was June 1985. They are in Los Angeles, in 2010. But, as they had both come to learn, love; real love; is impervious to the ticking hands of time.

Yay!!

[identity profile] mollysheldon.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I love it!
In the first part I see the scene in Andy Warhol colors- excellent work!

[identity profile] draconica-nova.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, just adorable! Greeeeeg! *throws herself at him and cuddles*
I love their banter and teasing, they make such a pretty couple. <3 I say this is a job well done - just great. :D