Feels like home
Title: Feels like home
Author: ardvari
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing around with them.
Pairing: Ansgar/Lydia
Beta: Unbeta-ed.
A/N: Just a short thing I wrote to dust the muses off. I don't think you necessarily need to know the TV show in order to get the story. It's pretty much just fluff. :p
Feels like home
The early morning light poured itself through the windows like honey to puddle on the hardwood floor. Lydia stretched her toes beneath the warm covers, letting her eyes travel along the high ceilings, the bookshelves, and the stark mix of old and new things arranged around the large room.
This was the first night she had spent in the castle since her life had done a 180° turn on her that still left her reeling whenever she stopped to think about it. She still felt strange being back here, the place being oddly familiar and completely foreign all at once. After all, she was sleeping in a different room- and with a different man.
Slowly, carefully, she turned around to face the man beside her. He was still asleep, his features relaxed. There was nothing cynical about him now, no sarcasm dripping so readily from his lips. He looked peaceful, the way he had started to look around her more and more often. Brushing a strand of errant dark hair from his brow she smiled as he stirred, his arm curling around her waist.
The warm weight made her sigh gently. Loving Ansgar had never been, wasn’t, and never would be easy. There were so many odds stacked against them, more than she cared to deal with right now. Still, waking up beside him felt just as right as everything else involving him had felt, from the moment she had, somehow, ended up crying in his arms months ago.
They had clicked, something she never would have thought possible. Watching the pools of light on the floor travel towards the wall as the sun rose, she leaned forward to kiss Ansgar. Brushing her lips against his, she grinned as she felt him rising up from the depths of his sleep. His arm around her waist pulled her closer until she was resting flush against his body.
“Good morning,” he mumbled against her lips, making her giggle.
“Good morning,” she replied, pulling away from him to look into his eyes. They were neither cold nor hard when she was around, all of the toughness washed out of them for the moment.
Ansgar propped himself up on his elbow, letting his eyes wander over Lydia’s face down to where the blanket’s dips and rises revealed more of her body than they hid. He lazily pulled the sheets down to expose her collarbone, tracing it with his index finger while he watched her eyes darken. Rolling over, he pressed a kiss just beneath the delicate bone, inhaling Lydia’s sweet scent.
“So, you’re sure you don’t wanna move back here permanently?” he asked, his voice husky.
Lydia smiled one of those lopsided smiles he had come to love and shook her head. She hugged him close for a moment and kissed his shoulder blade.
“I can’t. I’m going to move into my father’s old apartment and you’re welcome to spend as much time there as you want. I can’t move back here Ansgar. I’m not ready yet,” she explained, her voice breaking ever so slightly.
“Yet,” he echoed, pulling her close again and smiling into her hair.
Author: ardvari
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing around with them.
Pairing: Ansgar/Lydia
Beta: Unbeta-ed.
A/N: Just a short thing I wrote to dust the muses off. I don't think you necessarily need to know the TV show in order to get the story. It's pretty much just fluff. :p
Feels like home
The early morning light poured itself through the windows like honey to puddle on the hardwood floor. Lydia stretched her toes beneath the warm covers, letting her eyes travel along the high ceilings, the bookshelves, and the stark mix of old and new things arranged around the large room.
This was the first night she had spent in the castle since her life had done a 180° turn on her that still left her reeling whenever she stopped to think about it. She still felt strange being back here, the place being oddly familiar and completely foreign all at once. After all, she was sleeping in a different room- and with a different man.
Slowly, carefully, she turned around to face the man beside her. He was still asleep, his features relaxed. There was nothing cynical about him now, no sarcasm dripping so readily from his lips. He looked peaceful, the way he had started to look around her more and more often. Brushing a strand of errant dark hair from his brow she smiled as he stirred, his arm curling around her waist.
The warm weight made her sigh gently. Loving Ansgar had never been, wasn’t, and never would be easy. There were so many odds stacked against them, more than she cared to deal with right now. Still, waking up beside him felt just as right as everything else involving him had felt, from the moment she had, somehow, ended up crying in his arms months ago.
They had clicked, something she never would have thought possible. Watching the pools of light on the floor travel towards the wall as the sun rose, she leaned forward to kiss Ansgar. Brushing her lips against his, she grinned as she felt him rising up from the depths of his sleep. His arm around her waist pulled her closer until she was resting flush against his body.
“Good morning,” he mumbled against her lips, making her giggle.
“Good morning,” she replied, pulling away from him to look into his eyes. They were neither cold nor hard when she was around, all of the toughness washed out of them for the moment.
Ansgar propped himself up on his elbow, letting his eyes wander over Lydia’s face down to where the blanket’s dips and rises revealed more of her body than they hid. He lazily pulled the sheets down to expose her collarbone, tracing it with his index finger while he watched her eyes darken. Rolling over, he pressed a kiss just beneath the delicate bone, inhaling Lydia’s sweet scent.
“So, you’re sure you don’t wanna move back here permanently?” he asked, his voice husky.
Lydia smiled one of those lopsided smiles he had come to love and shook her head. She hugged him close for a moment and kissed his shoulder blade.
“I can’t. I’m going to move into my father’s old apartment and you’re welcome to spend as much time there as you want. I can’t move back here Ansgar. I’m not ready yet,” she explained, her voice breaking ever so slightly.
“Yet,” he echoed, pulling her close again and smiling into her hair.