brit_columbia (brit_columbia) wrote,


I really should be getting my butt over to Karate, but I can't leave without clicking on that lj cut button.  Here goes: This is a small Bikky ficlet for anyone who likes Bikky.
  I'm going to type a very small spur of the moment Fake ficlet here in case this works.  It hasn't been checked over by Blue or anything, so don't expect miracles.


     Liz was careful not to flirt with Bikky in front of Carol.  The first time she had done it, Carol had gotten annoyed and had stalked off, Bikky chasing after her.  But whenever Carol wasn't around, she allowed herself to indulge a little.  He really was hearthrob material, and she got the feeling that he enjoyed the energy between them too.  It was just a shame he was so young.
     She shifted in her seat, allowing her skirt to ride up a little on her thighs.
     "No Bikky.  Sorry, but I haven't seen her.  Anything I can help you with?"
     His eyes swept smoothly over her thighs and back to her face.  There was an intriguing hint of amusement in them.
     "Not unless you remember everything you learned about Grade eight math," he said.
     "'Course I do," she lied.  "Why don't you show it to me and I'll see what I can do?"
     "What if I show it to you and then you decide you can't really handle it after all?"  Bikky took the chair opposite her and turned it around so that he was straddling it backwards.  "Yo, Doug! Later man."  He saluted a passing friend and turned back to Liz, eyebrows raised.  The cafeteria hummed busily around them.
     "I'm sure you've got nothing there that I haven't seen or done before."  She looked at him from under her lashes and gave him a small wicked grin.
      Bikky grinned back, but made no move to open his book bag.  "You really think you can teach me something?"
      "I've been told I'm an excellent teacher."
     "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."  He was on his feet, his eyes scanning the back of the cafeteria.  "Gotta go, Liz.  I just spotted my regular teacher."
      Liz turned and looked, and sure enough, there was Carol entering the cafeteria, flanked by a couple of laughing football players who were obviously vying for her attention.  Liz sighed and turned back just in time to catch a look of almost dangerous determination on Bikky's face just before he replaced it with an innocent, cheerful expression.
     "So long, Liz.  Hey Carol!"
     And he was gone, weaving amongst the tables as he made a beeline for his target.  The two athletes looked less than thrilled at his approach.
     Liz watched him go, a small knowing smile on her face.  Oh, Bikky, she thought.  Can you really wait until she's eighteen?  We'll see, won't we?  She turned back to her History textbook with unseeing eyes.
Tags: bikky and carol, experience, one-shots

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