TITLE:  Disquiet on the Western Front
AUTHOR: Spooky's Girl
DISCLAIMER: Just in case, they're not mine, however I'm not mentioning names in 
this 
bit so it shouldn't be a problem anyway.
CATEGORY: MSR, V
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: A lazy day in the sun
FEEDBACK: of course!  I live off it, denisegilliland@hotmail.com 
AUTHORS NOTES: I was sitting out in the Southam Quad at school today (which is 
sort 
of like a circular area with three rows of wooden benchs on one side that start 
high and 
go low, and about 10 rows on the other half…all surrounding a grassy patch in 
the 
middle) and was watching this couple interact with each other as they were both 
studying, and inspired this bit of fluff.  And yes, the title is sort of an 
ironic commentary, 
no; it's not really about a war.  And assume they're already in a relationship 
ship for this.  
THANKS: As always to my beta Nancy who always seems to make me seem more 
talented than I really am.  Thanks!

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She sits in contemplative silence, not agonizing over the big things for a 
change, but instead the little things, like whether she should roll on her back 
or remain the way she is upon the wooden perch.  She is warmed by the sun and 
feeling nothing but peace at the moment even though he is anything but peaceful.

He sits cross-legged on the cool grass below her, fumbling through papers, 
sighing at the complexities of it all while trying to keep them each in their 
place despite the cool breeze's insistence to put them in disarray.  He gives up 
after many unsuccessful attempts at keeping them at bay.

And he's bored instantly.

Her thumb silently turns a page in her book as his hand crawls up to the bare 
skin of her upper thigh, just below her denim cut-offs, lazily drawing circles 
on the soft skin.  She swats him away without a word and continues to read.

The wind picks up yet again, causing several of her red strands to fly into her 
face, blocking her eyes from making contact with the words in her book.  He 
reaches over and gently pushes the hair back into place and she glances at him 
with an appreciative smile, before turning the page yet again.

And he's still bored, shifting from one side to another on the grass, digging 
small holes in the dirt as he does so.  He finds a stick, and like a child he 
sticks it into the ground, allowing it to stand vertical in the air.  He finds 
several more and stands them around the first one, and finally covering them 
with several leaves from a nearby area, forming a makeshift mini lean to.  And 
he is proud as he disturbs her from her book to display his creation.

She nods and turns the page, leaving him bored once again.

He searches for more sticks, unsuccessfully, and turns his attention back to 
her, determined to pull her away from the book that has her so engrossed while 
he sits on the grass doing nothing.  He shuffles backward several times till 
he's sitting next to her knees, and places his index finger on the ball of her 
foot.  She attempts to kick him away only once then settles for his attention, 
allowing the finger to slowly move up and over the heel and alongside her calf.

He continues, switching from one finger to his whole hand and back to one 
finger, stopping once to tickle her arch, and notes that she's no longer 
flipping the pages of her book as constantly as before.  Success!

He moves forward slightly, rallying the troops and advancing toward stage two, 
moving from her calf back to her thigh, allowing his fingers to dance on her 
this time. 

She glances at him in mock frustration, and notes the smoke in his eyes and 
smiles yet again.

Her book falls unceremoniously to the grass as he stands and moves himself 
toward her, the pages flipping in the breeze forgotten.

And he is no longer bored.

~FIN~