Fanfic 100 #31
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desertvixenTitle: Morning Run
Fandom: GI Joe: CG/BH
Characters: Cover Girl, Beach Head
Prompt: Sunrise (31)
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Fluff
It was one of the unexpectedly pleasant things about life in the military, Cover Girl mused as she ran. She had seen a lot more sunrises since she enlisted. Focusing on the beauty of the rising sun as it turned the sky from the pale pink of dawn to the bright blue of day made surviving the run a little easier. It distracted her from the fact that they had already run four miles, and the man just slightly in front of her showed no sign of being near the end.
Granted, the view in front of her – broad shoulders outlined by sweaty tee-shirt, brown muscular legs – was usually a pretty good distraction for the first part. Cover Girl had a hard time appreciating the view, however, when she was engaging in one of her other distraction tactics – plotting revenge for the weekly punishment.
Training, he called it. She always thought of it as punishment however. No good deed went unpunished, or so the saying went. The amusing thing about it was that she couldn’t even complain, really. She had volunteered for the Army, and volunteered for this. So she focused on the sunrise.
The sun had fully risen by the time they came to the end of the course. They stopped to stretch, and she glared at him as she leaned down to touch her toes. Runner’s high be damned – anyone who put themselves through this voluntarily was clearly insane.
“I hate you,” Cover Girl told the Ranger, without any real heat in her voice.
“Same time tomorrow morning.” Beach Head replied. It was by no means a question.
She nodded. At least there would be another sunrise to watch.
DV
Fandom: GI Joe: CG/BH
Characters: Cover Girl, Beach Head
Prompt: Sunrise (31)
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Fluff
It was one of the unexpectedly pleasant things about life in the military, Cover Girl mused as she ran. She had seen a lot more sunrises since she enlisted. Focusing on the beauty of the rising sun as it turned the sky from the pale pink of dawn to the bright blue of day made surviving the run a little easier. It distracted her from the fact that they had already run four miles, and the man just slightly in front of her showed no sign of being near the end.
Granted, the view in front of her – broad shoulders outlined by sweaty tee-shirt, brown muscular legs – was usually a pretty good distraction for the first part. Cover Girl had a hard time appreciating the view, however, when she was engaging in one of her other distraction tactics – plotting revenge for the weekly punishment.
Training, he called it. She always thought of it as punishment however. No good deed went unpunished, or so the saying went. The amusing thing about it was that she couldn’t even complain, really. She had volunteered for the Army, and volunteered for this. So she focused on the sunrise.
The sun had fully risen by the time they came to the end of the course. They stopped to stretch, and she glared at him as she leaned down to touch her toes. Runner’s high be damned – anyone who put themselves through this voluntarily was clearly insane.
“I hate you,” Cover Girl told the Ranger, without any real heat in her voice.
“Same time tomorrow morning.” Beach Head replied. It was by no means a question.
She nodded. At least there would be another sunrise to watch.
DV
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