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asimaiyatTitle: "Eighteen Minutes and Fifty-Three Seconds"
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Chuck/Olive... and Ned?
Rating: R for strongly implied sex
Summary: Chuck just wants someone to touch.
AN: I think this may be my first fanfic ever. At any rate, it's the first one in my LJ archive. I think gelishan betaed. But it was a long time ago.
It had been 16 minutes and 37 seconds since the Piemaker had first heard a suspicious sound from the kitchen. Fearing that the sound had been caused by the common Norwegian grey rat, one of Ned's very least favorite animals, the Piemaker hesitated in front of the bar, listening for any further disruptions.
In that time, he had heard several more unexpected noises:
a loud thump, followed by a sound like bags of groceries dropping on the floor.
several quiet whimpers, of either animal or human origin.
and finally, a moan, in the unmistakable voice of Chuck, the Dead Girl:
"oh, Olive... oh wow..."
The facts were these:
Ever since the death of her beloved horse, Pie, Olive Snook had gone through life feeling that something was ever-so-slightly out of place. For a while, she had believed that this peculiar feeling would be solved by the attentions of her employer, the dreamy-eyed Piemaker, but then there had been the kiss, and the awkward conversations following the kiss, and a nagging feeling that, while she had obviously accomplished something that she had often found herself dreaming of in the past, it had not, in actuality, been especially satisfying.
Olive Snook had been musing on that very oddity while rolling out dough in the kitchen when the girl named Chuck had come in from the grocery store, weighed down with bags and flushed from the cold weather. Olive jumped up to help her out.
"Oh here, let me take some of those bags off your hands... you poor thing, your hands are like little pink icicles!"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot my gloves..." The girl named Chuck had a somewhat distracted air about her. "Hey, Olive? I've been thinking about what you said."
"What did I say? I don't remember saying anything."
"About how it's nice to love someone even if you can't touch them, but sometimes... sometimes it would be nice to touch somebody even if you didn't love them." Olive Snook raised her head to meet Chuck's coffee-colored eyes and saw that they were full of hope, topped with a dollop of anxiety. "Does that make me a bad person?"
Sixteen minutes and fifty-three seconds later, Olive Snook heard a distinctly masculine footstep, and looked up to see Ned the Piemaker standing a few feet away, his face betraying shock and horror and other parts betraying decidedly different sentiments. Hair and clothes still in a state of disarray, Olive and Chuck turned to face the man they both cared for, and within one unusually long minute all three of them understood exactly what could and could not transpire between them.
"Oh dear," murmured Olive Snook, brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face. "Well, this could get... awkward.."
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Chuck/Olive... and Ned?
Rating: R for strongly implied sex
Summary: Chuck just wants someone to touch.
AN: I think this may be my first fanfic ever. At any rate, it's the first one in my LJ archive. I think gelishan betaed. But it was a long time ago.
It had been 16 minutes and 37 seconds since the Piemaker had first heard a suspicious sound from the kitchen. Fearing that the sound had been caused by the common Norwegian grey rat, one of Ned's very least favorite animals, the Piemaker hesitated in front of the bar, listening for any further disruptions.
In that time, he had heard several more unexpected noises:
a loud thump, followed by a sound like bags of groceries dropping on the floor.
several quiet whimpers, of either animal or human origin.
and finally, a moan, in the unmistakable voice of Chuck, the Dead Girl:
"oh, Olive... oh wow..."
The facts were these:
Ever since the death of her beloved horse, Pie, Olive Snook had gone through life feeling that something was ever-so-slightly out of place. For a while, she had believed that this peculiar feeling would be solved by the attentions of her employer, the dreamy-eyed Piemaker, but then there had been the kiss, and the awkward conversations following the kiss, and a nagging feeling that, while she had obviously accomplished something that she had often found herself dreaming of in the past, it had not, in actuality, been especially satisfying.
Olive Snook had been musing on that very oddity while rolling out dough in the kitchen when the girl named Chuck had come in from the grocery store, weighed down with bags and flushed from the cold weather. Olive jumped up to help her out.
"Oh here, let me take some of those bags off your hands... you poor thing, your hands are like little pink icicles!"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot my gloves..." The girl named Chuck had a somewhat distracted air about her. "Hey, Olive? I've been thinking about what you said."
"What did I say? I don't remember saying anything."
"About how it's nice to love someone even if you can't touch them, but sometimes... sometimes it would be nice to touch somebody even if you didn't love them." Olive Snook raised her head to meet Chuck's coffee-colored eyes and saw that they were full of hope, topped with a dollop of anxiety. "Does that make me a bad person?"
Sixteen minutes and fifty-three seconds later, Olive Snook heard a distinctly masculine footstep, and looked up to see Ned the Piemaker standing a few feet away, his face betraying shock and horror and other parts betraying decidedly different sentiments. Hair and clothes still in a state of disarray, Olive and Chuck turned to face the man they both cared for, and within one unusually long minute all three of them understood exactly what could and could not transpire between them.
"Oh dear," murmured Olive Snook, brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face. "Well, this could get... awkward.."