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Emma/Terri. Emma's scared of thunderstorms

Emma/Terri. Emma has the flu :P

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Emma turns the key and pushes the door open, glad to be home after a long day at work. The door is barely closed before an excited yell rings out along the hallway.

“Memma!”

She turns to find Abby toddling towards her at an alarming rate and she hurries to scoop her up into her arms.

“Hey baby,” she coos, dropping a kiss on Abby’s forehead and receiving a slobbery one on her cheek in return.

Somewhere in her head she registers that she should be squirming away, but her body doesn’t react. It hasn’t for a while. Footsteps draw her attention and she smiles as Terri enters the hallway, a fake scowl in place.

“Hey scamp, you ran off before I could even get up of the floor!”

Emma turns back to Abby.

“Terri’s old, sweetie, she needs a lot of time to move her creaky bones,” she stage whispers, knowing fine well Abby has no idea what she’s talking about.

Terri’s mouth drops open.

“Less of the old, sweetheart. I can still keep up with you,” Terri says, close enough now to press a kiss to Emma’s lips. She continues in a lower voice. “All night, if necessary.”

Emma feels a familiar thrill go through her at Terri’s words, she looks up at her through her lashes, but rather than the response she had planned, a laugh erupts out of her mouth. Terri’s brow creases in confusion.

“That wasn’t a joke,” she says, the beginnings of a pout forming on her lips.

“I know, sweetie,” Emma assures her, biting her lip to stop from laughing. “Uh…have you been finger-painting today?”

Terri’s confusion is clearly growing.

“Yeah,” she says, drawing the word out. “How’d you know?”

Emma picks up Abby’s hand and waves it at Terri.

“Because you have a perfect little green handprint about this size on your cheek,” she says, still trying not to laugh.

Terri slaps her palm against her face and rubs, feeling the paint crumble and flake under her fingers. She gasps.

“Abby! Why didn’t you tell me I had paint on my face?” she asks, tickling Abby’s sides to take any sting out of her words.

Abby giggles and presses her face into Emma’s cheek.

“Tewwi funny,” she says and Emma laughs in delight.

“Yes, yes she is,” she agrees, ignoring Terri’s indignant look.

Terri is about to retort when she stops herself, clearly coming to a realisation. She turns and yells up the hallway.

“Quinn Fabray! Why did you not tell me I had paint on my face?”

An amused voice floats out of Quinn’s bedroom.

“Oh, did you not know? I thought you were going for a new look...kinda had a Pocahontas vibe.”

Terri grinds her teeth and Emma, again, has to stop herself from laughing. Terri fixes her with an ‘I’m not amused’ stare and she is immediately contrite.

“Quit being a brat,” Terri yells over her shoulder before turning back to Emma. She keeps her voice loud enough for Quinn to hear. “Speaking of, she’s refusing to do her homework.”

“When am I ever gonna need dumb stuff like English? I can already talk proper,” comes the retort.

“Do you see what I have to put up with?” Terri asks, with an exasperated shrug in Emma’s direction. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. See if you can talk some sense into her. I have to go and wash this paint off.”

“I think it’s cute,” she says, shifting Abby to her hip and reaching out to trace the now flaking paint. “With that face, you can pull it off.”

Terri’s scowl melts into a smile and she shakes her head, catching Emma’s hand in her own and holding it.

“Flatterer,” she mutters, but moves in for a kiss nonetheless, drawing Emma’s arm around her waist.

She only pulls away when Abby tugs on her hair. She looks at the toddler in suspicion. Abby just smiles back with big, innocent eyes.

“I swear Quinn’s training her,” Terri mumbles. “Like mother, like daughter.”

Emma smiles and kisses Terri’s non-painted cheek.

“Go wash up, I’ll speak to Quinn and then we’ll all have dinner, okay?”

tbc...

Edited Date: 2010-03-31 06:55 pm (UTC)

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Terri rolls her eyes but heads into the bathroom, keeping hold of Emma’s hand until distance forces her to drop it. Emma adjusts Abby in her arms and walks up the hallway, pausing in the doorway to Quinn’s room. Quinn is lying on her stomach on the bed, reading a magazine. She looks up and smiles widely at Emma.

“Hey. Good day at work?”

“Uh huh. Homework?” Emma asks, an eyebrow quirked.

Quinn grins.

“Did it in study hall, Rachel helped,” she says, getting off the bed and walking towards Emma. “Hey baby, coming to mama?”

Abby squirms and reaches out for her mother, Emma passes her over and Quinn blows raspberries against her cheek.

“And you didn’t think to tell Terri that you’ve already done your homework?” Emma asks, trying in vain not to smile.

“Nah, it’s fun to watch her try to be all parent-y,” Quinn says. “The vein in her forehead looked really close to popping tonight. Fingers crossed for next time.”

“Quinn...” Emma begins, using her best stern tone.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll tell her about the homework at dinner, okay?” Quinn says.

“Okay, and you’ll apologise, right?” Emma says.

“Ugh, you know I hate to do that,” Quinn says with an eyeroll. She turns to Abby. “Will you say sorry to Terri for mommy?”

“Sowwy Tewwi,” Abby says, earnestly.

Emma smiles and kisses Abby on the top of her head.

“You’re such a good girl,” she says, fixing Quinn with a look that clearly indicates that she had better learn some manners from her daughter. “Dinner in ten minutes.”

“We’ll be there,” Quinn says, spinning Abby around and making her squeal in delight.

Emma walks back down the hall to the kitchen and finds Terri stirring something on the stove. She leans against the doorway, a gentle smile working its way across her face. Terri glances over her shoulder.

“You better not still be laughing at the paint thing,” she warns, turning back to her task.

Emma pushes herself off the wood and walks over until she’s standing right behind Terri. She slips her arms around her waist and rests her chin on her shoulder.

“Nope,” she says, happily. “I was just thinking about our crazy, messy, amazing life.”

“And what were you thinking about it?” Terri mutters, adding some ingredient or other to her sauce.

“That I love our strange little family and that I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Emma says, her lips moving against Terri’s neck.

“Don’t use the word ‘family’ around Quinn, okay? I don’t want her getting too attached,” Terri says, but she is smiling.

“Uh huh, sure sweetie,” Emma says, pecking Terri on the side of her mouth.

Terri turns her head and makes it a proper kiss until a loud voice interrupts them.

“Again? Are you two trying to scar my child for life?”

Emma pulls away slightly and smiles at Terri’s scowl, she cups Terri’s face and strokes her cheek with her thumb.

“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”

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:P OK, bb. Also, I just posted an E/T one above...you can read it when you get up in four hours.

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Hunting can be your prompt if that is what you want your prompt to be ;)

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... I may have read them now and i enjoyed them :)

and since you had a bad day as well, prompt me. I'll work on it on Friday for you :)

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You're naughty, bb. You should've slept instead of reading these >:|

A prompt...hmmm...Emma/Terri, moving day.

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atfm.livejournal.com

Then so be it. ;)

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magicmumu.livejournal.com

Um....

Ash/Scribbs- caught in a lift.

Erin

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Lea finds her in the dance studio, alone, practising. She watches through the window in the door for a little while before pushing it open and signalling her presence. Dianna turns quickly to see who's there. When she sees who it is, a sheepish smile creeps over her lips.

"Lookin' mighty fine there, Miss D," Lea drawls, her eyes dragging over Dianna's outfit as she slowly circles her.

"Lea...I'm practising. I'm gonna have to get on a stage with Kristin Chenoweth in a little while and do this and I cannot get my foot slaps in the right places."

Lea moves in snatches Dianna's hat off, placing it on her own head.

"You're a Southern gal, it'll all come naturally to you when it counts, baby," she says, hooking her fingers through Dianna's belt loops and tugging her closer before letting her hands roam and settle on Dianna's denim clad ass.

"Lea..." Dianna whines, but she's already bending down, angling her head to accommodate the hat and her next words are whispered against Lea's lips. "I need to pract-"

Then Lea's hand is between her legs, the seam of her jeans pressing against her in a way that makes her forget any protests she may have been about to make. Her head tips back and she sucks a breath in through her teeth.

"Saddle up, cowgirl," Lea murmurs against her neck. "We're about to go for a ride."

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“Terri...Terri, wake up.”

The urgent whisper and accompanying hand shaking her shoulder cut through her dreams and bring her to an unwelcome state of consciousness. She groans.

“Mmmnno...mmmtootired...wejussdidit...”

“No, it’s not that. Can you...can you please just wake up?”

Terri sighs. But something in Emma’s voice rouses her. She turns over and opens one eye, which is all her brain will allow her to do. Emma slowly comes into focus in the dim light. She’s even more wide-eyed than usual. Terri forces both eyes to open and pushes herself up on her elbow, her other hand reaching out to rest on Emma’s hip.

“What’s wrong, honey...” Terri asks, her brow creasing in concern. A thought occurs to her and she drops her voice to a whisper. “Did you hear someone in the house?”

Emma shakes her head rapidly.

“No, it’s not that...it’s ju-”

A crack of thunder cuts her off and Emma yelps and practically leaps into Terri’s arms, landing on top of her and grasping at her desperately. Terri smiles as she brings her arms up to encircle Emma’s shaking body, turning so they’re lying on their sides, facing each other, pressed against one another.

“Sweetie, you’re not scared of thunderstorms are you?” she can’t keep the amusement out of her voice.

“Yes, I am. And you can tease me about it mercilessly tomorrow when it’s over. Right now I’m going to request that you please just shut up and hold me, okay?” Emma mumbles against the skin of her shoulder and Emma can hear the genuine panic in her voice.

Terri tightens her arms around the trembling woman and kisses her ear.

“I don’t know where you got this idea that I’d tease you,” she says, running a hand up and down Emma’s bare back in smooth, comforting strokes.

“No, I can’t imagine,” Emma says. “Because, of course, you never tease me.”

“Not about things that scare you.”

A pause.

“No?”

“No.”

Another clap of thunder splits the night and Emma tenses and clutches Terri a little tighter. Terri runs her fingers through her hair and waits for her to settle back down before she speaks again.

“I’m scared of moths,” she admits.

Another pause.

“I didn’t think you were scared of anything.”

“Well, there you go.”

“Why moths?”

Terri feels gooseflesh ripple across her skin even at the thought. She swallows. Then Emma’s hand is the one doing the comforting, gently trailing a path up and down her back.

“When we were young...Kendra once...caught a bunch of them in a jar and she...I was in the shower and she tipped them in beside me. They were flapping around my face and sticking to my skin and...I just...I hate them.”

“Awww, honey,” Emma says, lifting her head to kiss Terri’s lips.

This time, when the thunder rolls, Emma barely flinches.

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:) Yes, I will write this. Haven't written Ash/Scribbs in aaaaaaaaages.

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magicmumu.livejournal.com

I knoooow!! And that troubles me.

Erin

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zep1980.livejournal.com

any chance of reading about them eating dinner? or doing anything? This is one of those fics I never knew I needed until I read it.

How are there not hundreds of fics about "the best dysfunctional family ever?" They are all just so adorable together.

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Yee-ha! :D

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Jesus this is gorgeous. I love this so so much. NEED MOAR! I think you have a series on your hands ;)

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So ily. Like a lot.
<33

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Well, I've been told that this has to be turned into a series. So there may well be more fics with 'the best dysfunctional family ever' in the future.

Also, this: This is one of those fics I never knew I needed until I read it. is a lovely piece of feedback :)

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I can't do it all alone. You and

grdnofevrythng need to join in too!!!

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ily2bb. tm.

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I love this so much - and you said you couldn't write them!

Later, when she’s asked what she thought of the movie, Jayma will smile and blush, privately thankful that the title allows her to say ‘It was very romantic.’ without raising any eyebrows. Dies!!!!!! but then was already close to death due to Jessalyn brings Jayma’s hand to her lips, never removing her eyes from the screen. She presses gentle kisses to each knuckle.

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Just so you know I am crazy AND fabulous!

Afterwards, they lie together in bed and Drusilla talks to the stars. And sometimes, Darla can see them too. Love it, love it, love it. Just so you know - in my head this is happening inside and in the daytime!!!!

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I love that someone can have you at cowgirl and I also love that this got fairly dirty fairly quickly.

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