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storypaint) wrote2009-10-09 11:59 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-10-09 11:59 pm
They Call Me Mister (George Michael/Maeby)
Title: They Call Me Mister
Fandom: Arrested Development
Length: 249 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Arrested Development, George Michael/Maeby, Mr. Manager
Pairing: George Michael/Maeby
Other: Set post third season.
Excerpt: And then they made out, which George Michael thought was awesome, but he didn't say so because he was preoccupied.
They'd only been back in California for three hours before Michael wandered off to fix some sort of family crisis and George Michael found himself alone with Maeby. In a bedroom. The stare-off lasted all of five minutes before he managed to sputter out the fact that they weren't actually related. Another ten minutes was spent explaining the whole mess, at which point Maeby said, "Awesome!"
And then they made out, which George Michael thought was awesome, but he didn't say so because he was preoccupied.
After a little while, however, he found some courage.
"I thought maybe, er," George Michael began, and then hesitated. Maeby looked up at him impatiently, her face red. She licked her lips and that was distracting enough for him to forget the rest of the sentence he was having trouble saying, anyway. She paused with her hands on his collar.
"What, George Michael? Do you want to stop?"
She stared and the focus in her eyes unnerved him further. Finally he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I thought maybe you could, um. Call me. Mr. Manager?"
She pushed him away-- too hard, really, and he stumbled and nearly fell.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"But we're not really related, Dad said! And we're, well, mar--"
"Don't say it! Don't say it!" She turned and stomped out of the room. George Michael sat back down on the bed and looked at his feet.
"Mr. Manager," he mumbled to himself. He smiled, just a little, before getting up to follow her.
Fandom: Arrested Development
Length: 249 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Arrested Development, George Michael/Maeby, Mr. ManagerPairing: George Michael/Maeby
Other: Set post third season.
Excerpt: And then they made out, which George Michael thought was awesome, but he didn't say so because he was preoccupied.
They'd only been back in California for three hours before Michael wandered off to fix some sort of family crisis and George Michael found himself alone with Maeby. In a bedroom. The stare-off lasted all of five minutes before he managed to sputter out the fact that they weren't actually related. Another ten minutes was spent explaining the whole mess, at which point Maeby said, "Awesome!"
And then they made out, which George Michael thought was awesome, but he didn't say so because he was preoccupied.
After a little while, however, he found some courage.
"I thought maybe, er," George Michael began, and then hesitated. Maeby looked up at him impatiently, her face red. She licked her lips and that was distracting enough for him to forget the rest of the sentence he was having trouble saying, anyway. She paused with her hands on his collar.
"What, George Michael? Do you want to stop?"
She stared and the focus in her eyes unnerved him further. Finally he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I thought maybe you could, um. Call me. Mr. Manager?"
She pushed him away-- too hard, really, and he stumbled and nearly fell.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"But we're not really related, Dad said! And we're, well, mar--"
"Don't say it! Don't say it!" She turned and stomped out of the room. George Michael sat back down on the bed and looked at his feet.
"Mr. Manager," he mumbled to himself. He smiled, just a little, before getting up to follow her.