Fic: A Mardi Gras Celebration
Title: A Mardi Gras Celebration
Author: Me AKA Tiff AKA girlie_girl_23
Fandom: The Young And The Restless
Medium: Television
Genre: Shippy
Pairing: Nick/Phyllis
Theme: J is for Jubilee - an occasion of joyful celebration
Rating: PG at most
Word Count: 1566
Disclaimer: Don't own Y&R, Nick, Phyllis, Michael, or anyone else. They belong to CBS, the Bell Family, and probably lots of others, but sadly not me. Don't sue me.
Author's Note: cross-posted to girlie_girl_23
Phyllis walked through the Athletic Club, humming a nameless tune. She had the look of a woman on a mission, and people unconsciously moved out of her way as she walked toward the door. That is until she was almost at the door.
"Well, you look like you've been quite the busy girl today." Michael said as he stepped out in front of her.
Phyllis stopped and smiled at him. "What ever do you mean?" She asked, batting her lashes at him.
"I mean," Michael said, reaching down and grabbing hold of the fist-full of Mardi Gras beads Phyllis was holding, "that you look like you've been quite the busy girl today. How many men did you have to flash to get that many beads?" He asked her with a grin.
"Oh Michael, you know I'll never tell." She grinned back. "You wouldn't happen to have any on you, would you?" She asked, her hand slipping down the edge of her shirt.
"Sadly, I don't."
Phyllis let her hand drop. "Mm, that's too bad." She said as she moved around him toward the door.
"What, that's it? I don't have any beads so you don't have any time for me? Where are you going any way?"
Phyllis stopped at the door and gave him a wink. "Oh, I'm going to have a little bit more fun before the day is through. I suggest you do the same. Go pick up some beads and go home to your wife, Baldwin." She giggle, and with that she was out the door. Michael was left standing there, shaking his head.
~ * ~
Nick stopped outside of room 714, looking at the message on his phone one last time. "Meet me in our spot in an hour if you can. P." He had no idea what she was up to, but he guessed he would find out as soon as he opened the door. He pulled out his key card and slid it through the lock. The door opened easily.
When he stepped inside, he couldn't believe his eyes. The room had been transformed from its usual state into a wild display of colors and fabric, beads and feathers, masks and food. Phyllis was standing with her back to him by a large room service cart, arranging the items on the cart. She turned around and smiled when she saw him.
"Happy Mardi Gras." She giggled, then turned back to the food.
"What is all this?" Nick asked as he moved farther into the room. He could see now all the decorations, in the traditional Mardi Gras colors of purple, green, and gold. Bright masks were hanging on the walls, beads were scattered on every surface, and fabrics draped the rest of the room.
"This," Phyllis said as she turned around, doughnut in hand, "is our Mardi Gras celebration."
"Our Mardi Gras celebration?" Nick asked.
Phyllis nodded. "Yes Nicholas. Today is Mardi Gras, and I figured, it was good holiday for us to celebrate."
"It is huh?" He asked, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it and his tie on the back of a chair.
"It's not a romantic holiday or a holiday where you're supposed to be with your family -" She began.
"Unless you count women flashing random men for plastic beads romantic." Nick chimed in smiling.
"But, it's still a fun celebration. And besides, it's a day of indulgences." She bit her lip.
Nick moved closer to her, taking over her personal space. "Indulgences, huh?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered, leaning in closer to him, "indulgences. Like," she moved even closer so that their lips were mere inches apart, "doughnuts." She whispered and then placed the doughnut in the space between them, biting into it. "Mmm. That's good."
Nick watched her with an amused, aroused look in his eye. "Aren't you going to give me a bite?"
"No." Phyllis shook her head. "This is my doughnut. You can get your own."
"But yours looks so good." He said, moving closer, trying to take a bite.
"Get your own!" She laughed, pushing him away. "There's plenty."
He looked over and saw that she was telling the truth. The room service cart was piled high with doughnuts and chocolate. He moved over to inspect the contents, while she flopped down on the bed, still savoring her own doughnut.
Nick picked his doughnut out, and then laid down beside her, watching her chew. "So, this is our big Mardi Gras celebration? Laying in bed, eating doughnuts."
"What better indulgence is there?" Phyllis asked, giggling.
"Oh, I can think of one or two." Nick told her, letting his hand run up her leg.
"Like what?"
"Well, this for starters." He said, leaning in and kissing her.
"Not bad. Not bad. But I still think the doughnuts are better." She said, sitting up.
Nick quickly sat up beside her. "You are such a liar." He laughed.
"You think? You know what a chocoholic I am." She reminded him.
"Yes, and I also know that you're addicted to something else."
"Oh no honey, that's you. You're addicted to me, remember?"
"Oh, I remember." He said as he leaned in and kissed her again.
"You know what the nice thing about today is? We can indulge in all of our favorite sins today." This time she initiated the kiss.
"And tomorrow?" Nick asked when they pulled away.
"Well, tomorrow starts a time of being good for 40 days and not giving in to these bad indulgences."
"You mean to tell me you're not going to indulge yourself for 40 days?" Nick asked her.
"That's how it's supposed to work." She giggled, finishing off the doughnut.
"Supposed to. But you can't give up your indulgences. Not for a few days, let alone 40."
"You don't think I can resist doughnuts?" She asked, moving away from him a bit.
"I'm not talking about doughnuts." He replied, moving closer to her.
"Oh?"
"No. And we've already established the fact that you can't resist me."
"I could." She murmured as she kissed him again. "If I really wanted to."
"But you don't really want to." He smirked.
"I should want to."
"Are you going to let this celebration go to waste by thinking about that?" He asked.
Phyllis looked up at him and sighed softly. "Nope." Then she jumped out of the bed and ran over to grab another doughnut.
Nick shook his head and laughed at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her back down onto the bed. "You can't even resist the doughnuts."
"They're irresistible." She proved her point by taking a large bite.
"And me?" He asked.
"I don't know. Are the doughnuts irresistible to you?" She held it up towards his mouth.
"Phyllis." He warned.
She giggled. "I was just kidding." She kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry. You're irresistible. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Well, don't sound so sincere about it."
Phyllis ran her finger over Nick's bottom lip. "Oh, Mr. Newman," she began, moving her lips close to his ear, "you are irresistible." She drew out each of the words for emphasis.
"You're pretty irresistible yourself." He laughed, kissing her again. "So, um, tell me… where did you get all these beads?" He asked, picking up a strand from the nightstand.
Phyllis tossed her head back and began to laugh. "You men, you all have a one track mind when it comes to that! Michael was the same way, wanting to know where I'd gotten them."
"And where did you get them?"
Phyllis rolled over Nick and onto the other side. "Well, I went around town to all the seedy bars that were giving away beads to the girls who would flash them, and I just had a heck of a good time."
"Phyllis!" He hissed at her.
She laughed. "Nicholas, relax. I bought them, at a party supply store. There, are you happy now? No one saw anything."
Nick wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Good." He replied.
"Good." Phyllis nodded.
"Hey Red?"
"Hmm?"
Nick twirled the string of beads around his finger. "You wanna get some beads?"
Phyllis shook her head. "You're incorrigible."
"I told you, I love it when you use big words." He told her, moving in to cover her body with his own. Phyllis laughed and her hands went to the hem of her shirt.
~ * ~
Two hours later Michael was sitting at the bar at the Athletic Club when Phyllis came in. She was still wearing the same clothes, only this time, she wasn't holding any beads in her hand. Instead, she was wearing one string each of gold, purple, and green beads. Her face looked just the slightest bit flushed, and her hair was just a tad mussed.
She sat down next to Michael, humming happily. Michael said nothing, just looked at her. She turned to face him. "What?"
"Nothing." Michael said.
"I told you I was going to have some fun before the day was though. The rest of the beads are in my car. I suggest you get them, and go home to your wife." Michael didn't have to be told twice.
Phyllis laughed as she watched him go, and then twisted the beads on her neck between her fingers. Yes, Mardi Gras was definitely the holiday for her and Nick to celebrate together.
Author: Me AKA Tiff AKA girlie_girl_23
Fandom: The Young And The Restless
Medium: Television
Genre: Shippy
Pairing: Nick/Phyllis
Theme: J is for Jubilee - an occasion of joyful celebration
Rating: PG at most
Word Count: 1566
Disclaimer: Don't own Y&R, Nick, Phyllis, Michael, or anyone else. They belong to CBS, the Bell Family, and probably lots of others, but sadly not me. Don't sue me.
Author's Note: cross-posted to girlie_girl_23
Phyllis walked through the Athletic Club, humming a nameless tune. She had the look of a woman on a mission, and people unconsciously moved out of her way as she walked toward the door. That is until she was almost at the door.
"Well, you look like you've been quite the busy girl today." Michael said as he stepped out in front of her.
Phyllis stopped and smiled at him. "What ever do you mean?" She asked, batting her lashes at him.
"I mean," Michael said, reaching down and grabbing hold of the fist-full of Mardi Gras beads Phyllis was holding, "that you look like you've been quite the busy girl today. How many men did you have to flash to get that many beads?" He asked her with a grin.
"Oh Michael, you know I'll never tell." She grinned back. "You wouldn't happen to have any on you, would you?" She asked, her hand slipping down the edge of her shirt.
"Sadly, I don't."
Phyllis let her hand drop. "Mm, that's too bad." She said as she moved around him toward the door.
"What, that's it? I don't have any beads so you don't have any time for me? Where are you going any way?"
Phyllis stopped at the door and gave him a wink. "Oh, I'm going to have a little bit more fun before the day is through. I suggest you do the same. Go pick up some beads and go home to your wife, Baldwin." She giggle, and with that she was out the door. Michael was left standing there, shaking his head.
~ * ~
Nick stopped outside of room 714, looking at the message on his phone one last time. "Meet me in our spot in an hour if you can. P." He had no idea what she was up to, but he guessed he would find out as soon as he opened the door. He pulled out his key card and slid it through the lock. The door opened easily.
When he stepped inside, he couldn't believe his eyes. The room had been transformed from its usual state into a wild display of colors and fabric, beads and feathers, masks and food. Phyllis was standing with her back to him by a large room service cart, arranging the items on the cart. She turned around and smiled when she saw him.
"Happy Mardi Gras." She giggled, then turned back to the food.
"What is all this?" Nick asked as he moved farther into the room. He could see now all the decorations, in the traditional Mardi Gras colors of purple, green, and gold. Bright masks were hanging on the walls, beads were scattered on every surface, and fabrics draped the rest of the room.
"This," Phyllis said as she turned around, doughnut in hand, "is our Mardi Gras celebration."
"Our Mardi Gras celebration?" Nick asked.
Phyllis nodded. "Yes Nicholas. Today is Mardi Gras, and I figured, it was good holiday for us to celebrate."
"It is huh?" He asked, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it and his tie on the back of a chair.
"It's not a romantic holiday or a holiday where you're supposed to be with your family -" She began.
"Unless you count women flashing random men for plastic beads romantic." Nick chimed in smiling.
"But, it's still a fun celebration. And besides, it's a day of indulgences." She bit her lip.
Nick moved closer to her, taking over her personal space. "Indulgences, huh?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered, leaning in closer to him, "indulgences. Like," she moved even closer so that their lips were mere inches apart, "doughnuts." She whispered and then placed the doughnut in the space between them, biting into it. "Mmm. That's good."
Nick watched her with an amused, aroused look in his eye. "Aren't you going to give me a bite?"
"No." Phyllis shook her head. "This is my doughnut. You can get your own."
"But yours looks so good." He said, moving closer, trying to take a bite.
"Get your own!" She laughed, pushing him away. "There's plenty."
He looked over and saw that she was telling the truth. The room service cart was piled high with doughnuts and chocolate. He moved over to inspect the contents, while she flopped down on the bed, still savoring her own doughnut.
Nick picked his doughnut out, and then laid down beside her, watching her chew. "So, this is our big Mardi Gras celebration? Laying in bed, eating doughnuts."
"What better indulgence is there?" Phyllis asked, giggling.
"Oh, I can think of one or two." Nick told her, letting his hand run up her leg.
"Like what?"
"Well, this for starters." He said, leaning in and kissing her.
"Not bad. Not bad. But I still think the doughnuts are better." She said, sitting up.
Nick quickly sat up beside her. "You are such a liar." He laughed.
"You think? You know what a chocoholic I am." She reminded him.
"Yes, and I also know that you're addicted to something else."
"Oh no honey, that's you. You're addicted to me, remember?"
"Oh, I remember." He said as he leaned in and kissed her again.
"You know what the nice thing about today is? We can indulge in all of our favorite sins today." This time she initiated the kiss.
"And tomorrow?" Nick asked when they pulled away.
"Well, tomorrow starts a time of being good for 40 days and not giving in to these bad indulgences."
"You mean to tell me you're not going to indulge yourself for 40 days?" Nick asked her.
"That's how it's supposed to work." She giggled, finishing off the doughnut.
"Supposed to. But you can't give up your indulgences. Not for a few days, let alone 40."
"You don't think I can resist doughnuts?" She asked, moving away from him a bit.
"I'm not talking about doughnuts." He replied, moving closer to her.
"Oh?"
"No. And we've already established the fact that you can't resist me."
"I could." She murmured as she kissed him again. "If I really wanted to."
"But you don't really want to." He smirked.
"I should want to."
"Are you going to let this celebration go to waste by thinking about that?" He asked.
Phyllis looked up at him and sighed softly. "Nope." Then she jumped out of the bed and ran over to grab another doughnut.
Nick shook his head and laughed at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her back down onto the bed. "You can't even resist the doughnuts."
"They're irresistible." She proved her point by taking a large bite.
"And me?" He asked.
"I don't know. Are the doughnuts irresistible to you?" She held it up towards his mouth.
"Phyllis." He warned.
She giggled. "I was just kidding." She kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry. You're irresistible. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Well, don't sound so sincere about it."
Phyllis ran her finger over Nick's bottom lip. "Oh, Mr. Newman," she began, moving her lips close to his ear, "you are irresistible." She drew out each of the words for emphasis.
"You're pretty irresistible yourself." He laughed, kissing her again. "So, um, tell me… where did you get all these beads?" He asked, picking up a strand from the nightstand.
Phyllis tossed her head back and began to laugh. "You men, you all have a one track mind when it comes to that! Michael was the same way, wanting to know where I'd gotten them."
"And where did you get them?"
Phyllis rolled over Nick and onto the other side. "Well, I went around town to all the seedy bars that were giving away beads to the girls who would flash them, and I just had a heck of a good time."
"Phyllis!" He hissed at her.
She laughed. "Nicholas, relax. I bought them, at a party supply store. There, are you happy now? No one saw anything."
Nick wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Good." He replied.
"Good." Phyllis nodded.
"Hey Red?"
"Hmm?"
Nick twirled the string of beads around his finger. "You wanna get some beads?"
Phyllis shook her head. "You're incorrigible."
"I told you, I love it when you use big words." He told her, moving in to cover her body with his own. Phyllis laughed and her hands went to the hem of her shirt.
~ * ~
Two hours later Michael was sitting at the bar at the Athletic Club when Phyllis came in. She was still wearing the same clothes, only this time, she wasn't holding any beads in her hand. Instead, she was wearing one string each of gold, purple, and green beads. Her face looked just the slightest bit flushed, and her hair was just a tad mussed.
She sat down next to Michael, humming happily. Michael said nothing, just looked at her. She turned to face him. "What?"
"Nothing." Michael said.
"I told you I was going to have some fun before the day was though. The rest of the beads are in my car. I suggest you get them, and go home to your wife." Michael didn't have to be told twice.
Phyllis laughed as she watched him go, and then twisted the beads on her neck between her fingers. Yes, Mardi Gras was definitely the holiday for her and Nick to celebrate together.