celebrating humanityRating:PG
Posted: September 27, 2000
Notes:
1) I wrote this as a non-fic fic to show how much I was enjoying the Olympics (and why I was too busy to write real fic!) but after I posted it to the groups I was sent an award from Ragna - so I have added the non-fic fic to my Brief Conversations just so I can display my award! Thanks Ragna :)
Tatiana Grigorieva, the Australian silver medallist, Women's Pole Vault.
Sydney, 2000
"Hey! Did you switch the channel?" asked Cordelia irritably, bearing a glass of warm blood and a mug of coffee in her hands."Um...yeah - the pole vaulting looks really...er...interesting," Angel replied from the depths of Cordelia's sofa.
"Pole vaulting? I want to see that medal presentation at the rowing!"
"Since when have you been interested in rowing? The US didn't win the race anyway," Angel grumbled as he switched back to the scenes from Penrith.
"Florrie emailed me some photos - I mean, some information," Cordelia corrected herself, " - history, background of the sport - you know."
"Florrie? Isn't she the one who sent you stuff about the X-Men movie?"
"Er - yup....Here it is! The men's coxless fuh..fuh..fours! Wow! Boy howdy, look at that!" Cordelia sat bolt upright at her end of the sofa.
"Right. What exactly is "wow" and what are we looking at?" he inquired suspiciously.
Cordelia attempted a diversionary tactic. "Oh. That's Princess Anne - presenting the medals. Isn't she impressive?" Cordelia snuck a look down the sofa at Angel. He didn't look convinced. Cordelia's attention returned to the television as a long shot of the Italian, British and Australian rowers, similarly attired in body-hugging all-in-ones, filled the screen. Cordelia caught her breath. "Oh, geesh, just look at the lunchboxes!"
"What?" cracked Angel.
Cordelia caved in, pretension gone, fully intent on enjoying the display of humanity. "The Italians! They must have some extra salami packed in there! They can't be wearing jock-straps can they? What do you think?"
"I'm trying not to....and I wish you wouldn't!" Angel eyed the line of twelve, very male, very prominent, medallists distastefully.
"How can the Princess keep a straight face? Putting a medal around their necks - boy, she wants to watch she doesn't grab the wrong bit when she shakes their hand!" said Cordelia, engrossed in the events on the screen.
"Cordelia!"
"What?"
About to remonstrate, Angel remembered his own un-pure interest in the pole vaulting.
"Can we watch the pole vault now?"
"I guess so, this is finished. What's with the pole vault?"
"Oh, the skill, grace - the heights - you know," he mumbled.
Cordelia watched as a female vaulter from Iceland and then another from the US completed their attempts. An attractive tall blonde lined up her pole and readied for her vault.
"Uh-huh. The grace, the skills, the long-legged blonde, the high cut shorts creeping up between her buttocks, the heights - geesh.....I know!" Cordelia muttered back at Angel.
Angel couldn't blush, but he still managed to display the guilt-stricken appearance of a consummate blusher.
"She is rather beautiful - who is she?" asked Cordelia with a glimmer of sympathy. After all, Angel hadn't been too cranky about the lunch-boxes.
"Tatiana someone or other," Angel paused respectfully as Tatiana soared over the bar and tumbled into the matting, providing spectators with an excellent view of her attributes, "- an Australian. The commentator said she models part-time," he completed breathlessly.
"I'm glad to see our girl with some decent shorts on - she isn't out to give the guys any thrills!" Cordelia said virtuously.
"No, she's not....but...Tatiana," he said in a voice hushed with reverence.
Cordelia saw the glow in Angel's eyes and abruptly switched back to the rowing. "You want to look at Tatiana's ass? - go and get cable at your own place!"
"But....but....she still has an attempt at the next height!" Angel said anxiously.
"I'm going to wait for some more lunchboxes," Cordelia huffed.
"But....but...."
"I wonder when the rowing eight's are on?" Cordelia mused. "Let me see...that would be twenty-four un-fettered guys lined up for medals!"
Cordelia licked her lips.
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