FIC: Deck The HallsWings
Title: Deck The HallsWings
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU, Fantasy, Utter crack
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna and havenward for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: THIS. IS. ALL BELLASIANNA'S. FAULT!
Summary: One day Christian will learn to say no to Steve. Today is not that day...
DEAR FLIST... MERRY CHRISTMAS
Christian took one look at the alcohol-flushed expression on Steve's face, then at the tinsel in his hand before backing away and shaking his head. "No." His eyes widened as he hit the wall, Steve still gaining on him; lazy drunken smile on his face. "Steve... "
"Pretty," Steve offered with a giggle, holding up the silver tinsel that had been draped around the drinks table all evening
"Yeah," Christian agreed warily, keeping his eyes on Steve as he folded his wings in. "Pretty tinsel."
"Wings!" Steve pouted, his face falling. "Wings come back?" He held the tinsel up to Christian again. "Pretty."
"It would look better on a tree," Christian suggested.
Steve shook his head in disagreement, reaching around Christian to touch the edge of one of his wings. "Pretty and shiny on pretty wings," he insisted, his breath warm on Christian's cheek as he rested his head on Christian's shoulder, tickling gently; Christian's wings fluttered and Christian himself bit back giggles.
"Fucking cheat," Christian complained, his wings unfurling under the tickling despite his best efforts to hold them in. "Steve.... c'mon..." He sighed, growling under his breath when Steve grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Crossing his arms on the wall in front of him, he pillowed his forehead on them, teeth clenched and wings shivering as Steve's hands swept over them, wrapping strands of tinsel around the feathers. He tensed as Steve's hands slid up through his hair, tying a single strand of silver tinsel around his head. "Oh for..." He trailed off with a gasp when Steve pulled him away from the wall, kissing him hard.
"Like a angel," Steve said smugly, adjusting the tinsel 'halo'. "Pretty," he repeated, leaning forward and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Christian's cheek. "Love my pretty angel."
"Just because I have wings," Christian growled, despite the affectionate look on his face. "It does not make me an angel... and don't even think about sticking a tree up my ass!"
~ El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU, Fantasy, Utter crack
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna and havenward for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: THIS. IS. ALL BELLASIANNA'S. FAULT!
Summary: One day Christian will learn to say no to Steve. Today is not that day...
DEAR FLIST... MERRY CHRISTMAS
Christian took one look at the alcohol-flushed expression on Steve's face, then at the tinsel in his hand before backing away and shaking his head. "No." His eyes widened as he hit the wall, Steve still gaining on him; lazy drunken smile on his face. "Steve... "
"Pretty," Steve offered with a giggle, holding up the silver tinsel that had been draped around the drinks table all evening
"Yeah," Christian agreed warily, keeping his eyes on Steve as he folded his wings in. "Pretty tinsel."
"Wings!" Steve pouted, his face falling. "Wings come back?" He held the tinsel up to Christian again. "Pretty."
"It would look better on a tree," Christian suggested.
Steve shook his head in disagreement, reaching around Christian to touch the edge of one of his wings. "Pretty and shiny on pretty wings," he insisted, his breath warm on Christian's cheek as he rested his head on Christian's shoulder, tickling gently; Christian's wings fluttered and Christian himself bit back giggles.
"Fucking cheat," Christian complained, his wings unfurling under the tickling despite his best efforts to hold them in. "Steve.... c'mon..." He sighed, growling under his breath when Steve grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Crossing his arms on the wall in front of him, he pillowed his forehead on them, teeth clenched and wings shivering as Steve's hands swept over them, wrapping strands of tinsel around the feathers. He tensed as Steve's hands slid up through his hair, tying a single strand of silver tinsel around his head. "Oh for..." He trailed off with a gasp when Steve pulled him away from the wall, kissing him hard.
"Like a angel," Steve said smugly, adjusting the tinsel 'halo'. "Pretty," he repeated, leaning forward and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Christian's cheek. "Love my pretty angel."
"Just because I have wings," Christian growled, despite the affectionate look on his face. "It does not make me an angel... and don't even think about sticking a tree up my ass!"
~ El Fin~