General Fluff Meme

We all need a little love and fun now and then with the rise and fall of drama to remind us why we love/like someone. Kick back, find someone and have a little fun.

1. Lazy Day ♥ Why get up when you can laze around in bed with someone and cuddle?
2. Playground games ♥ Remember that fun you had as a child? That special other person brings it back. Tag or Hide and Seek, whatever playground games you want.
3. Firsts ♥ First kiss, first date, first time someone notices the doe eyes pointed their way?
4. Camping ♥ Spend a sweet night under the stars. Nature isn't very private, but who's out in the woods this late at night to see?
5. In the Rain ♥ Since it's not tears from your cheeks, why not go take a natural shower? Maybe you could talk someone into joining you.
6. Slow Dancing ♥ Nothing like music to sweep the rest of the world away, take a few minutes on the dance floor and shake that stress away.
7. WildCard ♥ ~~fuck the police~~ Make up your own!

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He was cold and tired and just pathetic looking with the tired lines forming under his eyes. Dorian knocked on Glinda's door with his heated blanket around himself in just his track pants. Maybe he would be turned away but he just wanted to snuggle someone warm and he had a feeling she was warm.

Glinda always had been a light sleeper. Hence why when she'd been at Shiz she'd constantly been forced to wear eyemasks and ear plugs to keep out the light and the dratted sound of Elphaba's pages flipping in the early hours. The knocking on her door had her sitting up in bed with a bleary blink at the door.

"One moment, please." She called, clamouring out of bed and pulling a robe over her nightgown, her hair was a mess but that really wasn't important. When she opened the door it was only a sliver as she peered out to see who it was before opening it with a frown of concern. "Dorian? What's the matter, are you ill?" He certainly looked ill. Not his usual bright and cheerful self.

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Dorian was either or depending, Somedays a penny dropping could wake him. Others thunder wouldn't stir him. It all depended on how deep he was asleep. he waited quietly until the door opened.

"...I am horribly cold and I can not sleep. I am miserable." Why was he here. "This may sound odd and mayhaps childish, but may I nap with you?" He was a strange thing sometimes.

Glinda was surprised at the request. It wasn't entirely proper. Or that proper at all. But he was a friend. And he had looked after her while she was indisposed. Surely there would be no harm in it.

"It isn't childish at all. Please do come in, Dorian." Glinda stepped back, opening the door so that he could come in and shutting it after him. "Perhaps I should fetch another blanket if you've caught a chill." She fretted.

Sometimes Dorian said to hell with being proper watching time move forward had given him that much. When she replied he smiled softly.

"You are but an angel." What else could he say, making his way inside. "Sadly being dead, blankets do little for me, and I think my heated blanket has a short it no longer warms." He admitted as he looked at her.

"Come come." She gently pushed him toward the best. If they were being audacious then there was no time to waste. And the longer that Dorian stood about discussing niceties, the longer it would take to warm him up. "Into bed with you."

He did not need to be told twice. As he moved over towards the bed, he kept the cover he had had wrapped around him close around but snagged the cord to plug it in. Dead man loves his heated blanket but it only does so much. Laying down under the covers he waited for Glinda. Maybe it was inappropriate but it was better then just being cold.

Glinda ensured that the door was closed properly before shedding her dressing gown and settling herself into bed once more. It wasn't as if there was much flesh on display with her long floaty nightgown but that didn't stop the witch from pulling the covers up to her chin as she nuzzled in beside Dorian. "Is there a certain way you wish for me to lay?" She asked quietly.

He closed his eyes a moment, the warmth of her under the cover was already sinking in. Dorian loved heated blankets for this reason but having a warm friend made some of the bone deep chill slip away. Just out of habit he slipped an arm around her, under her head of course.

"No, no. Whatever is best for you is best for me." He spoke softly the warm of the blanket and here already had the lethargic feeling washing back over him.

It seems the Nysgods thought of everything. Their lovely indoor gardens - or at least this particular one - was watered naturally. By some degree of 'natural', Bert supposed. They'd been out for a stroll and suddenly there had come a low peal like thunder and then the fake sky was dripping most enthusiastically. Like a sudden summer storm.

Oh good gods.

Her gown was going to be ruined. Clinging and mayhap a bit see through, which was always pleasant, but ruined all the same. Or so he figured, rain and fancy gowns never mixed.

"Man Jesus, and they say yeh can count on the weather here!" He was shrugging off his coat as quickly as he could - already he felt his hair beginning to cling to his face.

Glinda had all but stopped in her tracks to look up at the sky in wonder. How could it be raining indoors? Storms like this hadn't been uncommon in Munchkinland or the Southern lands such as Quaddling County when she'd visited them and there had been many a grey and damp afternoon at Shiz. But it seemed like so long ago that she'd seen rain like this.

Far from shrieking about the state her dress was going to get into and worrying for the curls that were set into her hair, a wide smile broke out across her face and a small peal of giggling broke free despite her best attempts of composure.

"It's raining!" She announced gleefully, possibly all too obviously given that they were both getting soaked. The witch held out her hands and laughed at the water pooling inside it. Oh Elphaba would be a sour sour woman if she could see this, hiding under that umbrella of hers and scowling at every drop that touched her skin. Even with the memories of the undoubtedly aquaphobic witch bringing a lump to her throat, Glinda wasted no time in gathering a handful of the front her her gown and running toward where the rainfall was the thickest with a squeal of laughter. Most unladylike but she could feel bad about that later.

"Aye, it is! Or a reasonable facsimile thereof, anyhow!"

Bert laughed, surprised at Glinda's girlish glee at being caught in a sudden downpour. Considering the way she fussed at him when he rumpled her clothes or set her hair askew, he'd hardly expected such delight.

He finished shrugging his coat off and hung it on a nearby tree, letting the rain soak his white ranching shirt. It did feel good - natural. If he didn't look up, he could even believe it was. He toed off his boots, too, and socks, to let his bare feet enjoy the damp grass.

When he'd turned back, Glinda was sprinting off through the fall.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Glinda kicked off her delicate silken slippers as she ran. They were going to be ruined from getting wet anyway so there was very little point in keeping them on her feet.

She was breathless from the running, not something she had done for a very long time due to the unfeminine nature of such an activity, but once she reached the eye of the storm she stopped still. Glinda held out her arms, closing her eyes and simply feeling the rain drenching her. If she'd heard Curthbert, apparently she had no indications of waiting for him to catch up.

Bert finally caught up to her, once she'd stopped to embrace the storm. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her wet shoulder, hair straggling in his face and mixing with her sodden curls.

She looked so unlike herself at that moment, arms out like a young maiden's and smile tipped to the sky, soaking wet and as unladylike as he'd ever seen her. And there was something so fresh and appealing about it, Glinda entirely unguarded and girlish.

"If I'd known rain was so kind to yeh, I'd have dragged yeh out into it long a'fore!"

Glinda laughed when she felt his arms around her waist. She'd known that he wouldn't be that far behind her. "But isn't it wonderful? Nothing can make a being more Alive than rain. It's special." Alive with a capital letter, thank you very much. It was an important thing to a witch.

The witch let her arms drop and fold against Bert's, even going as far as to let her head fall back against his shoulder with a blissful expression.

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