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Flowered (Drake/Megan)
Title: Flowered
Fandom: Drake & Josh
Length: 385 words
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flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thon : Drake & Josh, Drake/Megan, prom
Pairing: Drake/Megan
Other: Incest, see pairing. PG for a kiss.
Excerpt: It's way, way too lame to take your brother to prom, even if he's the frontman of a mildly successful rock band and old enough to be cool to your friends. So Megan doesn't know why she's bothered to ask; it's like painting a kick-me sign on the back of her dress.
It's way, way too lame to take your brother to prom, even if he's the frontman of a mildly successful rock band and old enough to be cool to your friends. So Megan doesn't know why she's bothered to ask; it's like painting a kick-me sign on the back of her dress. His surprised expression makes her revise that to a kick-me-harder.
Drake has been going to prom since freshman year of high school, even though it's supposedly seniors only. He's always been popular with older women. But he's never been popular with his younger sister, and that's why he makes such a surprised face.
"Forget it," she says, scowling. After a moment, he shrugs.
"Yeah, I'll go."
She still stomps away, but for some reason, her face is turning red.
*
And maybe it's because he's gone so many times, but Drake does not actually suck at this prom thing. He knows what limo driver to hire and the best place to find a corsage, and he gives her the phone numbers of several of his ex-girlfriends that might not hang up on her to ask for dress advice.
He knows how to dance, and he knows how to hold her, and all of her friends who don't know how they're related sidle up to them, give him an appraising look, and her a raised eyebrow of approval. Drake cleans up pretty nicely, after all.
He walks her to her door at the end of the night (he's got a loft with Josh downtown, and the house is so much quieter without them both there to torment). He leans down and kisses her, and it could have been a familial kiss, even on the mouth, but she leans in. She smells him, the spice of his deodorant and hair gel, a smell she's known practically since birth, and it's never been so appealing before.
His arms slide down from her shoulder to her waist, and he opens his mouth a little.
She breaks the kiss, listening to her breathing in her ears. Suddenly she is incredibly scared, and she reacts in the only way she can think of.
She stomps on his foot hard and then turns around and lets herself into the house, slamming the door behind her.
(She keeps the corsage, anyway.)
Fandom: Drake & Josh
Length: 385 words
Prompt:
flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thon : Drake & Josh, Drake/Megan, promPairing: Drake/Megan
Other: Incest, see pairing. PG for a kiss.
Excerpt: It's way, way too lame to take your brother to prom, even if he's the frontman of a mildly successful rock band and old enough to be cool to your friends. So Megan doesn't know why she's bothered to ask; it's like painting a kick-me sign on the back of her dress.
It's way, way too lame to take your brother to prom, even if he's the frontman of a mildly successful rock band and old enough to be cool to your friends. So Megan doesn't know why she's bothered to ask; it's like painting a kick-me sign on the back of her dress. His surprised expression makes her revise that to a kick-me-harder.
Drake has been going to prom since freshman year of high school, even though it's supposedly seniors only. He's always been popular with older women. But he's never been popular with his younger sister, and that's why he makes such a surprised face.
"Forget it," she says, scowling. After a moment, he shrugs.
"Yeah, I'll go."
She still stomps away, but for some reason, her face is turning red.
*
And maybe it's because he's gone so many times, but Drake does not actually suck at this prom thing. He knows what limo driver to hire and the best place to find a corsage, and he gives her the phone numbers of several of his ex-girlfriends that might not hang up on her to ask for dress advice.
He knows how to dance, and he knows how to hold her, and all of her friends who don't know how they're related sidle up to them, give him an appraising look, and her a raised eyebrow of approval. Drake cleans up pretty nicely, after all.
He walks her to her door at the end of the night (he's got a loft with Josh downtown, and the house is so much quieter without them both there to torment). He leans down and kisses her, and it could have been a familial kiss, even on the mouth, but she leans in. She smells him, the spice of his deodorant and hair gel, a smell she's known practically since birth, and it's never been so appealing before.
His arms slide down from her shoulder to her waist, and he opens his mouth a little.
She breaks the kiss, listening to her breathing in her ears. Suddenly she is incredibly scared, and she reacts in the only way she can think of.
She stomps on his foot hard and then turns around and lets herself into the house, slamming the door behind her.
(She keeps the corsage, anyway.)