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mrsronweasley) wrote2008-05-05 10:01 pm
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boxathon fic: "Mai Tai" (Dirty Sexy Money, Juliet/Jeremy, PG-13)
Title: "Mai Tai"
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsronweasley
Fandom: Dirty Sexy Money
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
boxathon prompt #31: Twins know each other best. (Juliet Darling/Jeremy Darling)
Notes: Strictly speaking, if you squint, this isn't actually incest. Unfortunately for Jeremy and Juliet, they kind of write themselves. *washes hands of this* With many thanks tobrooklinegirl for both coming up with the prompt (this is so you know who to blame) and for the lightning-speed beta on the final result (ditto). *beams*
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Juliet was pondering her own name.
It was a perfectly sunny and delightfully hot Wednesday afternoon, and such Wednesday afternoons were for sitting on the roof deck, sipping Mai Tais (they were Raisa’s specialty – who knew Russian help could make such fantastic Mai Tais?) and contemplating the state of her world.
Like, okay. Juliet Sophia Darling. That had a ring to it. She’d always liked her first name, but her middle name had only grown on her in the past few years. As for her last name, that had been her pride and joy since she, like, came out of the womb.
Juliet Sophia Darling.
Yes, that was definitely the kind of name that could be taken seriously, yet also held that certain, hmm, playfulness that she was certain she was, or at least eventually would be, known for. Oh, yes. Her name could take her quite far, she knew – and not just her last name, whatever else those evil tabloids and poor schmucks who didn’t have her life kept on insisting.
Oh, no. One day, she would be sitting in the front row of the Kodak Theatre and waiting – breathless and impeccably stunning in her Givenchy gown and Louboutins – as her name was announced.
"And the Oscar goes to… Juliet Sophia Darling!"
Her make up wouldn’t run as she would tear up happily and, filled with unending grace, pick up her train and walk the few steps it would take her to get to the stage and accept her statue from Harrison Ford. No, no, Ryan Reynolds. No, wait! Probably George Clooney.
Oh, yes, it would have to be him, dressed in a stunning couture tux, smiling his crooked, gorgeous smile, giving her a kiss – maybe even a hug! – as her father would clap from the audience, all smiles. Her mother would be clinging to her father's arm, beaming up at Juliet, and Jeremy would be there, right along with them, next to her vacated seat, waiting to receive her back.
Of course, she had to get a meaty role first. But, once she did, oh yes – there would be no stopping her rapidly climbing Hollywood success. She would become known the world over as "Juliet Sophia Darling, Academy Award Winning Actress", who also just happened to be from a rather influential family.
"Nice hat, sis," whispered a voice in her ear, and Juliet started, her drink splashing gently onto her thigh. She grinned and shoved at his shoulder.
"Jeremy, you scared me! Hand me that towel," she commanded, pointing. He grinned and playfully sidled over, handing her the towel with a bow.
"Here you are, Princess."
She liberated the towel and dabbed at her skin, smearing some of the tanning lotion on her thigh at the same time.
"Aww, it’s the pursed lips Juliet. What's troubling you now?" Jeremy drawled.
Juliet looked up and smacked him with the towel. "You. Get away from my chair, Jer! And quit sipping my drinks – I had Raisa make them special. You can get your own."
Once again, he’d interrupted her thoughts and encroached on her time. Twin brothers were so much trouble.
"How many do you need, sis? There’s, like, three drinks and two chairs. Expecting company?"
She watched him settle deeper into the chair she’d been using as a foot rest and finish off one of her Mai Tais.
"You are so annoying," she complained, tugging down the brim of her hat to shade her eyes. "You know I do this every summer Wednesday, and you know perfectly well how much I need my time alone. There’s just never any privacy down there."
"Tell me about it," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and sucking on the pink straw.
"Ugh, you are so gross!" She felt herself blushing deeply at his insinuations. He knew – he knew perfectly well what she had been talking about. She chanced a look at him, and looked away again, pursing her lips and trying hard not to smile. She couldn’t help it, though. He did always know her best, ever since they were little kids. "What are you doing here, anyway? I mean, besides annoying me."
"Actually, that was my primary objective," he answered her with a self-satisfied smile.
"Don’t you, like, have a life?" she asked and kicked him gently in the shin.
"Don’t, like, you?" he kicked her back, and settled his toes next to hers. It tickled.
"Ugh, please. Don’t you read the papers? I have quite a busy life, thank you." She turned away pointedly and went back to reading her book. Honestly, she wasn’t actually reading it, so much as using it as a prop for her thoughts, but she had to make herself look good.
"Those are not papers, Juliet, they're tabloids. And if I believed any of what they printed, I'd believe you were up here getting serviced by the gardener."
Juliet glared at him. "We do not have a gardener."
"My point exactly."
She knew she'd been defeated, and shut her book with a snap. It'd been kind of beyond her, anyway.
"Whatcha readin'?" Jeremy asked, his cheeks all dimples. He really was completely infuriating. Juliet barely had time to blink before the book had been snatched out of her grasp and, one twirl in the air later, inspected cover to cover.
"Tropic of Cancer?" He flipped to a page in the middle and scanned it. Juliet waited, poised to strike, just as Jeremy's eyes widened and he huffed out an impressed-sounding laugh. "Is this, like, porn, Juliet?" he asked her, his grin getting wider. He proceeded to mock-bury his nose in the pages and sniff them.
"Shut up, it so is not! It's literature. Give it back!" Juliet, forgetting her unending grace, as well as her Mai Tai, threw herself forward and tried to overpower Jeremy's grasp on the book. It was to no avail, and she only ended up sloshing the entirety of her drink all over them both.
"Now look what you've done! You're just – you're horrible, Jeremy, and you just ruined my afternoon!" She raged, grabbing a towel to clean off. She was simply covered in the stuff, and the ice in her drink was quickly melting on her skin, making her shiver. She huffed in exasperation, and pointedly didn't look up at Jeremy at all.
"Aww, Jules, I'm sorry." His voice had changed from one moment to the next. "Here -" Out of the corner of her eye, Juliet saw him hand the book over, front down. "And here, I'll just – hang on -"
Without her express permission, he reached over to where she was drying herself and took the towel from her, rubbing Juliet's tummy and arm, drying the last of the drink from her skin.
Juliet sniffed. "You've ruined my bathing suit."
"I'll buy you another one."
"This one was special," she pointed out, still watching the movement of his hands on her arms and legs. "Daddy got it for me in Sri Lanka last summer." She closed her eyes and clenched her fists around the chair's edge. She was feeling kind of faint, as if she hadn't had any lunch with her drinks, even though she obviously had – Raisa would never have let her drink in the middle of the afternoon without a snack of some kind.
Jeremy's voice sounded to her ear as if under water, blurry and pleasant and shivery. "I'll fly there tomorrow and buy you one just like it."
She forced herself not to smile, but it just didn't work. It never did, with him. He was the only person in her whole entire life who could make her smile through the hurt. Who could make her laugh through the tears. Who could be this gentle and kind with her without expecting anything back. She shook her head, laughed, and wiped at her eyes.
"It's all right, Jer. Maybe Bianca can clean it today. It might come off."
He wrapped her shoulders in the towel and leaned against her, warm in the sunshine. "But you're still horrible," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the sudden peace that had settled over them. She turned towards him and smiled.
He smiled back. It was the smile she only ever saw directed at her, when they were alone, just the two of them, with no one else in the world to bother them. There was no one like her brother, that she knew, and she found infinite comfort in their small cocoon.
"I know, babe. I know."
The book pressed gently against her hip as they rested on the chair together until the sun began setting over the skyline.
The End.
Author:
mrsronweasleyFandom: Dirty Sexy Money
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For
boxathon prompt #31: Twins know each other best. (Juliet Darling/Jeremy Darling)Notes: Strictly speaking, if you squint, this isn't actually incest. Unfortunately for Jeremy and Juliet, they kind of write themselves. *washes hands of this* With many thanks to
brooklinegirl for both coming up with the prompt (this is so you know who to blame) and for the lightning-speed beta on the final result (ditto). *beams*~*~
Juliet was pondering her own name.
It was a perfectly sunny and delightfully hot Wednesday afternoon, and such Wednesday afternoons were for sitting on the roof deck, sipping Mai Tais (they were Raisa’s specialty – who knew Russian help could make such fantastic Mai Tais?) and contemplating the state of her world.
Like, okay. Juliet Sophia Darling. That had a ring to it. She’d always liked her first name, but her middle name had only grown on her in the past few years. As for her last name, that had been her pride and joy since she, like, came out of the womb.
Juliet Sophia Darling.
Yes, that was definitely the kind of name that could be taken seriously, yet also held that certain, hmm, playfulness that she was certain she was, or at least eventually would be, known for. Oh, yes. Her name could take her quite far, she knew – and not just her last name, whatever else those evil tabloids and poor schmucks who didn’t have her life kept on insisting.
Oh, no. One day, she would be sitting in the front row of the Kodak Theatre and waiting – breathless and impeccably stunning in her Givenchy gown and Louboutins – as her name was announced.
"And the Oscar goes to… Juliet Sophia Darling!"
Her make up wouldn’t run as she would tear up happily and, filled with unending grace, pick up her train and walk the few steps it would take her to get to the stage and accept her statue from Harrison Ford. No, no, Ryan Reynolds. No, wait! Probably George Clooney.
Oh, yes, it would have to be him, dressed in a stunning couture tux, smiling his crooked, gorgeous smile, giving her a kiss – maybe even a hug! – as her father would clap from the audience, all smiles. Her mother would be clinging to her father's arm, beaming up at Juliet, and Jeremy would be there, right along with them, next to her vacated seat, waiting to receive her back.
Of course, she had to get a meaty role first. But, once she did, oh yes – there would be no stopping her rapidly climbing Hollywood success. She would become known the world over as "Juliet Sophia Darling, Academy Award Winning Actress", who also just happened to be from a rather influential family.
"Nice hat, sis," whispered a voice in her ear, and Juliet started, her drink splashing gently onto her thigh. She grinned and shoved at his shoulder.
"Jeremy, you scared me! Hand me that towel," she commanded, pointing. He grinned and playfully sidled over, handing her the towel with a bow.
"Here you are, Princess."
She liberated the towel and dabbed at her skin, smearing some of the tanning lotion on her thigh at the same time.
"Aww, it’s the pursed lips Juliet. What's troubling you now?" Jeremy drawled.
Juliet looked up and smacked him with the towel. "You. Get away from my chair, Jer! And quit sipping my drinks – I had Raisa make them special. You can get your own."
Once again, he’d interrupted her thoughts and encroached on her time. Twin brothers were so much trouble.
"How many do you need, sis? There’s, like, three drinks and two chairs. Expecting company?"
She watched him settle deeper into the chair she’d been using as a foot rest and finish off one of her Mai Tais.
"You are so annoying," she complained, tugging down the brim of her hat to shade her eyes. "You know I do this every summer Wednesday, and you know perfectly well how much I need my time alone. There’s just never any privacy down there."
"Tell me about it," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and sucking on the pink straw.
"Ugh, you are so gross!" She felt herself blushing deeply at his insinuations. He knew – he knew perfectly well what she had been talking about. She chanced a look at him, and looked away again, pursing her lips and trying hard not to smile. She couldn’t help it, though. He did always know her best, ever since they were little kids. "What are you doing here, anyway? I mean, besides annoying me."
"Actually, that was my primary objective," he answered her with a self-satisfied smile.
"Don’t you, like, have a life?" she asked and kicked him gently in the shin.
"Don’t, like, you?" he kicked her back, and settled his toes next to hers. It tickled.
"Ugh, please. Don’t you read the papers? I have quite a busy life, thank you." She turned away pointedly and went back to reading her book. Honestly, she wasn’t actually reading it, so much as using it as a prop for her thoughts, but she had to make herself look good.
"Those are not papers, Juliet, they're tabloids. And if I believed any of what they printed, I'd believe you were up here getting serviced by the gardener."
Juliet glared at him. "We do not have a gardener."
"My point exactly."
She knew she'd been defeated, and shut her book with a snap. It'd been kind of beyond her, anyway.
"Whatcha readin'?" Jeremy asked, his cheeks all dimples. He really was completely infuriating. Juliet barely had time to blink before the book had been snatched out of her grasp and, one twirl in the air later, inspected cover to cover.
"Tropic of Cancer?" He flipped to a page in the middle and scanned it. Juliet waited, poised to strike, just as Jeremy's eyes widened and he huffed out an impressed-sounding laugh. "Is this, like, porn, Juliet?" he asked her, his grin getting wider. He proceeded to mock-bury his nose in the pages and sniff them.
"Shut up, it so is not! It's literature. Give it back!" Juliet, forgetting her unending grace, as well as her Mai Tai, threw herself forward and tried to overpower Jeremy's grasp on the book. It was to no avail, and she only ended up sloshing the entirety of her drink all over them both.
"Now look what you've done! You're just – you're horrible, Jeremy, and you just ruined my afternoon!" She raged, grabbing a towel to clean off. She was simply covered in the stuff, and the ice in her drink was quickly melting on her skin, making her shiver. She huffed in exasperation, and pointedly didn't look up at Jeremy at all.
"Aww, Jules, I'm sorry." His voice had changed from one moment to the next. "Here -" Out of the corner of her eye, Juliet saw him hand the book over, front down. "And here, I'll just – hang on -"
Without her express permission, he reached over to where she was drying herself and took the towel from her, rubbing Juliet's tummy and arm, drying the last of the drink from her skin.
Juliet sniffed. "You've ruined my bathing suit."
"I'll buy you another one."
"This one was special," she pointed out, still watching the movement of his hands on her arms and legs. "Daddy got it for me in Sri Lanka last summer." She closed her eyes and clenched her fists around the chair's edge. She was feeling kind of faint, as if she hadn't had any lunch with her drinks, even though she obviously had – Raisa would never have let her drink in the middle of the afternoon without a snack of some kind.
Jeremy's voice sounded to her ear as if under water, blurry and pleasant and shivery. "I'll fly there tomorrow and buy you one just like it."
She forced herself not to smile, but it just didn't work. It never did, with him. He was the only person in her whole entire life who could make her smile through the hurt. Who could make her laugh through the tears. Who could be this gentle and kind with her without expecting anything back. She shook her head, laughed, and wiped at her eyes.
"It's all right, Jer. Maybe Bianca can clean it today. It might come off."
He wrapped her shoulders in the towel and leaned against her, warm in the sunshine. "But you're still horrible," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the sudden peace that had settled over them. She turned towards him and smiled.
He smiled back. It was the smile she only ever saw directed at her, when they were alone, just the two of them, with no one else in the world to bother them. There was no one like her brother, that she knew, and she found infinite comfort in their small cocoon.
"I know, babe. I know."
The book pressed gently against her hip as they rested on the chair together until the sun began setting over the skyline.
The End.
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Oh, well then. *closes tab*
BOXATHON!! \o/
Ahhh... In my dizzy, feverish state, I thought I was being funny. *pinkface*
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I'm sorry, honey - I don't know what is more awesome: you declaring that you're all INCEST OR NOTHING in public, or the fact that you feel BAD - NOT for incest-or-nothing, but that incest-or-nothing might be MEAN.
♥ ♥ ♥
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But, um. The second one works, too!!
God, I REALLY need to be medicated right now. ALSO. Hi, Tracey! I feel like I haven't said hi in a while, and I think you are doing an awesome job getting your mom's place ready. You rock!! \m/
PS -- Sorry, Liz. I'm not NORMALLY like this.
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and I'm sorry, I was really trying to pick my favorite line, but this:
Juliet was pondering her own name.
is just so utterly, perfectly JULIET that I cannot even. ♥
seriously, this whole fic is just so PERFECT, I am giddy over it. SO much love!
nice ICON CHOICE.
Also, that first line is what made me write it. So, yay! <3333333
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(this is lovely.)
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Thank you! ♥
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