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#203 – Celebration (Little Women)
Theme Prompt: #203 – Celebration
Title: Plumfield Party
Fandom: Little Women
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 381
Summary: Laurie tires to help Jo unwind (Note: canon divergence--Jo and Laurie are still single; Laurie lives at Plumfield)
Jo slid down in her chair and draped her arm over her eyes. “I’m too tired to object,” she said as Laurie knelt down beside the stool she’d rested her feet on. “But don’t get any ideas.”
“I assure you,” Laurie said, beginning to unlace one of Jo’s boots, “I am utterly bereft of ideas.”
“The party was a good one, though,” Jo murmured as Laurie slipped off her boot and set it on the floor.
Laurie was glad Jo’s eyes were closed so she couldn’t see his face as his fingers worked at the knot in the laces of her other boot; he couldn’t help but blush whenever she gave him a compliment.
“Well, we survived another year at Plumfield,” he said, cradling one of Jo’s feet in his hands. “A celebration was in order.”
Jo groaned a little, both at the thought that she’d entirely forgotten the anniversary of the school’s opening, and at the sensation of Laurie’s thumbs pressing into the arch of her foot through her stocking.
“Anyway, I was happy to plan the festivities,” Laurie continued, as if he’d read Jo’s mind. “You’ve got enough to worry about.”
It was true. Even with Laurie’s help, Plumfield took almost everything Jo had to give. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sat down to read or write. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sat down.
She cleared her throat of the moan that had begun to rumble there as Laurie’s hands worked their way from her heel to her toes. She felt some words forming on her tongue–Thank you, maybe, or something else–but the sudden sound of a whistle and a bang, followed by a chorus of boyish hoots and cheers, snapped her to attention.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you buy a cart full of fireworks,” Jo had told Laurie earlier that day, before she knew exactly what he’d been planning. In the end, though, the boys had gotten their way, and they’d returned from town with armfuls of small explosives and explicit instructions not to light them without adult supervision.
Before the burst of color had even faded from the twilight, Jo was flying outside in her stocking feet, Laurie close behind. Next year, he thought, he’d skip the fireworks.
Title: Plumfield Party
Fandom: Little Women
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 381
Summary: Laurie tires to help Jo unwind (Note: canon divergence--Jo and Laurie are still single; Laurie lives at Plumfield)
Jo slid down in her chair and draped her arm over her eyes. “I’m too tired to object,” she said as Laurie knelt down beside the stool she’d rested her feet on. “But don’t get any ideas.”
“I assure you,” Laurie said, beginning to unlace one of Jo’s boots, “I am utterly bereft of ideas.”
“The party was a good one, though,” Jo murmured as Laurie slipped off her boot and set it on the floor.
Laurie was glad Jo’s eyes were closed so she couldn’t see his face as his fingers worked at the knot in the laces of her other boot; he couldn’t help but blush whenever she gave him a compliment.
“Well, we survived another year at Plumfield,” he said, cradling one of Jo’s feet in his hands. “A celebration was in order.”
Jo groaned a little, both at the thought that she’d entirely forgotten the anniversary of the school’s opening, and at the sensation of Laurie’s thumbs pressing into the arch of her foot through her stocking.
“Anyway, I was happy to plan the festivities,” Laurie continued, as if he’d read Jo’s mind. “You’ve got enough to worry about.”
It was true. Even with Laurie’s help, Plumfield took almost everything Jo had to give. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sat down to read or write. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sat down.
She cleared her throat of the moan that had begun to rumble there as Laurie’s hands worked their way from her heel to her toes. She felt some words forming on her tongue–Thank you, maybe, or something else–but the sudden sound of a whistle and a bang, followed by a chorus of boyish hoots and cheers, snapped her to attention.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you buy a cart full of fireworks,” Jo had told Laurie earlier that day, before she knew exactly what he’d been planning. In the end, though, the boys had gotten their way, and they’d returned from town with armfuls of small explosives and explicit instructions not to light them without adult supervision.
Before the burst of color had even faded from the twilight, Jo was flying outside in her stocking feet, Laurie close behind. Next year, he thought, he’d skip the fireworks.