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storypaint) wrote2009-10-09 11:53 pm
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We'll Call You (Lindsay/Michael)
Title: We'll Call You
Fandom: Arrested Development
Length: 336 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Arrested Development, Michael/Lindsay, they're only related on tv, so sex is totally fine.
Pairing: Lindsay/Michael
Other: On the edge of RPF because the theme was fourth-wall breaking.
Excerpt: "What is this, fourth grade? Can I just throw a rock at you and move on?"
"I think we should do it," Lindsay said, putting on her most serious face. Michael raised his eyebrow.
"Do what?" he said, letting the sarcasm drip from his tone. As usual, she missed it entirely.
"You know," she said, widening her eyes.
"What is this, fourth grade? Can I just throw a rock at you and move on?"
"It!" Lindsay insisted. "Sex! You know. After all, we're only related on television." She waved at where she assumed the cameras were. It turned out to be a closet.
"Well," Michael began, "as it turns out, we're not related on tv at all, but--"
"WHAT?"
"Haven't you been reading the script? Don't tell me you ad-lib all of that."
She stared at him, dumb-founded. "I'm not really a Bluth?"
"You're not really a Bluth anyway. In case you've forgotten, Po--"
"Not now," she hissed. "My name is Lindsay. And I'm adopted?"
Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yes. It's the big twist of our final season. Supposed to get more viewers than the many, many gay puns we toss at Tobias. Obviously isn't working very well."
He looked at her again in disbelief. "You really haven't been reading the script?"
"I find my acting quality improves when I don't have to fake surprise," she responded airily, but then she was pushing him against the door, hands on his collar, and this was farther than he wanted to go, even if they really weren't related in any medium. She smashed her lips against his and he ducked down, pausing only to grimace a moment at hip-height, and then escaping clumsily through her legs.
"Next scene. We have to go to the next scene," he excused himself weakly, scrambling to his feet and fleeing the bedroom set.
"Michael!" she shouted after him. "It's okay, really!"
"No, I'm pretty sure it will never be okay," he muttered to himself under the breath. What he wouldn't do for a pithy quip right now.
Fandom: Arrested Development
Length: 336 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Arrested Development, Michael/Lindsay, they're only related on tv, so sex is totally fine.Pairing: Lindsay/Michael
Other: On the edge of RPF because the theme was fourth-wall breaking.
Excerpt: "What is this, fourth grade? Can I just throw a rock at you and move on?"
"I think we should do it," Lindsay said, putting on her most serious face. Michael raised his eyebrow.
"Do what?" he said, letting the sarcasm drip from his tone. As usual, she missed it entirely.
"You know," she said, widening her eyes.
"What is this, fourth grade? Can I just throw a rock at you and move on?"
"It!" Lindsay insisted. "Sex! You know. After all, we're only related on television." She waved at where she assumed the cameras were. It turned out to be a closet.
"Well," Michael began, "as it turns out, we're not related on tv at all, but--"
"WHAT?"
"Haven't you been reading the script? Don't tell me you ad-lib all of that."
She stared at him, dumb-founded. "I'm not really a Bluth?"
"You're not really a Bluth anyway. In case you've forgotten, Po--"
"Not now," she hissed. "My name is Lindsay. And I'm adopted?"
Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yes. It's the big twist of our final season. Supposed to get more viewers than the many, many gay puns we toss at Tobias. Obviously isn't working very well."
He looked at her again in disbelief. "You really haven't been reading the script?"
"I find my acting quality improves when I don't have to fake surprise," she responded airily, but then she was pushing him against the door, hands on his collar, and this was farther than he wanted to go, even if they really weren't related in any medium. She smashed her lips against his and he ducked down, pausing only to grimace a moment at hip-height, and then escaping clumsily through her legs.
"Next scene. We have to go to the next scene," he excused himself weakly, scrambling to his feet and fleeing the bedroom set.
"Michael!" she shouted after him. "It's okay, really!"
"No, I'm pretty sure it will never be okay," he muttered to himself under the breath. What he wouldn't do for a pithy quip right now.