This is me testing the (my first publised per se fanfic) waters with a little Ryan/Taylor drabble. 'Cuz you can't go wrong with those two...actually scratch that, I think I may have, atleast as far as Taylor's voice goes...she's a bit to eccentric shall I say for me. And drabble or not it's still hard to write a character like that. FYI, the rating is mostly just for the title which is a total french curse word. So please enjoy...or you know, not. Oh, and all mistakes are mine. I haven't tested the (get over your fear an just politely ask someone to beta your story) waters yet so. Sorry in advance.
Disclaimer: I don't own the O.C. or any of it's characters. Although Josh isn't really using them so shouldn't all be fair game?
"Did you just swear?" Ryan asked, standing up from where he was perched on the couch, disregarding the newspaper. "And in English no less, Taylor I m shocked," he smirked, making his way towards her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she feigned ignorance, not making eye contact.
"Really because I thought I heard..."
"Maybe you have hearing problems. I wouldn't be surprised. Something tells me you construction folk don't have 'proper ear protection' on the top of your priority list. And ear health is a very underrated health concern. I'll make you an appointment first thing," she interrupted.
"Taylor I'm an architect, I don't do construction anymore, I mostly oversee it. And those construction folk have all the protection they need. And you totally swore."
"I would never, it's completely unladylike."
"It very well may be, but it doesn't change the fact that you so completely did."
"Ryan," she whined, finally turning to face him.
"Taylor," he copied, smiling at her.
"Fine, I swore, what, I bet now you think I'm a big-fat, sex starved, divorcee, whore, don't you?" she questioned frowning.
"Why do you always go back that?" he asked, locking her gaze, trapping her within the confines of his arms - held at either side of her body - leaning against the counter. You're not big or fat," he began, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I know for a fact you're not sex-starved, seeing as how I pride myself on how satisfied you seem to be in that particular area," he continued, kissing her neck. "And ok, you are divorced and depending on who you ask and the circumstances you may or may not be a whore," he joked moving the hair out of her eyes.
"I hope that wasn't your way of making me feel better because if it was, you completely failed," she playfully pushed him, not attempting to hide the fact that she was more amused than anything.
"The point is I love you. For all of that and a whole list more that I wouldn't ever divulge to you because I don't think you'd be nearly as hot with a big head," he smirked, cupping her face and kissing her.
Pulling away, she deadpanned, "do you have any qualms about us testing that whore theory of yours right now?"
Liked it, hated it, totally skipped reading it to go see what Putain means...whatevs, just please review.