Author: Kat
Title: bananarama
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Sphene 21 (Handling), admin yellow 24 (That's a terrible plan, but I like it, so let's do it.)
Supplies and Materials: Oils (unexpected discoveries), feathers (Your character has an allergic reaction.) (or, well, had), glitter (Your character has an allergic reaction.), novelty beads (this)
Word Count: 617
Rating: PG for cussing
Summary: Ivy is allergic to bananas.
Warnings: none.
Notes: This is silly fluff. I refuse to be sorry. For somebody's prompt (I suspect SWL), "IVY & GINA UP A TREE."


"Who the fuck," Ivy said, on the way home from the doctor's office, "is fucking allergic to fucking bananas?"

Gina experienced, not for the first time that afternoon, the strong urge to giggle. "You, apparently," she said, instead. "Are you okay?"

"I don't even like bananas," Ivy said, her tone somewhere between mystified and personally offended.

"Then it shouldn't be a problem."

"Well, yeaaaaah." Ivy dragged the word out, swinging their clasped hands between them. "But, you know, it's the principle of the thing. I mean, who, really, in the entire history of human development, has been allergic to bananas?"

Gina really didn't have an answer for her, and they walked on together, Ivy kicking occasionally at stones in the path. Sometimes, Gina reflected, her girlfriend was not unlike a small child.

"Fucking bananas," Ivy muttered. Including the failure to let go.

Fall leaves spiraled down around them and crunched underfoot, blown down in the brisk wind. It caught up Ivy's braids too, and the end of Gina's scarf, kissed red spots into Ivy's pale cheeks and made the tip of Gina's nose go numb. Ivy twitched her nose as a leaf blew by, close enough to touch, and Gina had a sudden thought.

There were some benefits to dating an overgrown child.

"Race you to that tree," she said, and before Ivy could react, she dropped her girlfriend's hand and took off.

About halfway, Ivy tackled her into a pile of dried leaves that some poor park maintenance guy had raked up neatly. They weren't very neat after Gina squirmed out of them, laughing hysterically.

Ivy pinned her for about five seconds, then Gina got her hands up Ivy's shirt and tickled her mercilessly until she let go and rolled over, batting weakly at Gina's hands. Gina gave it another couple of seconds before she let go and got up again, bolting for the tree. If she could just make it six more yards...

"I hate you," Ivy called after her, just as Gina hit the tree and spun around it, still laughing. Ivy was still lying in the leaves, brown bits crunched up and caught in her hair and on her striped gloves. Her hat was gone, probably lying somewhere in the mess they'd made. Her eyes were bright, and her smile incandescent.

"You don't," Gina called back, and blew her a kiss. "Come on, come over here."

Ivy climbed to her feet, and made a desultory search for her hat before evidently deciding it wasn't worth it and ambling over. "What?"

Gina kissed her first, feeling that was important, then said, "You're allergic to bananas."

Ivy scowled. "You don't need to remind me."

"I'm just saying," Gina said. She reached up and picked a particularly large piece of leaf out of Ivy's braids. "You're allergic to bananas, and that sucks, but I beat you to the tree and that sucks more."

Ivy blew a raspberry. "You cheated. Twice."

"I did," Gina said. No shame in acknowledging the truth. "I did cheat. But my point is, you have had some sucky things happen to you, so I think we should climb this tree and make out until some kid starts chanting that song at us. You know, the really annoying one."

"What, Ivy and Gina sitting in a tree?" Ivy asked. "You know I'm gonna chant it first."

"Well, yeah." Overgrown child. Gina smiled fondly at her. "We should still do it."

Ivy considered, her nose wrinkling adorably, and then said, "Okay. Race you up the tree!" Before Gina could react, she'd grabbed hold of the first branch and swung herself upwards.

Cheating. But turnabout was fair play. Gina laughed, and grabbed her own branch.