Re: "I Do" [3/4] Wesley/RikernurayaJune 30 2011, 19:53:18 UTC
"You know me, mom, I want to know everything about everything," Wesley was saying. "I think I might as well have stopped at the pancakes, though."
"Yes," Riker said, "Wesley makes excellent pancakes. He's made them for me for breakfast many times, and they're always delicious."
Beverly's mouth had been opening for a comment, but now she paused, her mouth half open, then she looked confused. She was thinking it over. Riker felt a chill down his spine but he had to go through with this. He tried to rationalise this. What could she possibly do?
He tried not to remember that as a doctor, she probably knew a dozen lethal injections she could give him.
"And sometimes supper, too. Though I usually do the supper," Riker went on. "He's better at desserts." He felt like an idiot. It was like he was talking about a little kid.
Wesley's eyes were darting from his mother to his Captain and back again. Beverly was still staring, completely silent. Riker couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Riker forced the smile on his face and looked at Wesley. He placed his hand on top of the younger man's hand on the table, as though it was nothing more than an idle, casual gesture. He only meant to hold, but it turned out he squeezed, cold sweat prickling in his neck. Any minute now, it would hit home. She would connect the dots.
Then she did, and she stood up. Her expression was strict. "Out." She pointed at the door.
Riker winced. Wesley looked shocked. "Mom..!"
"Out!" she repeated sternly.
Riker stood up. He wasn't sure about what he was doing, but Wesley was still holding on to his hand, so retreat was not an option. "Beverly..."
"You sit down," she pointed at the chair. "Wesley. Out."
"Wesley." She looked at her son. "I will speak with your Captain in private."
Wesley looked bothered and almost offended. "Mom, I'm not a little boy anymore."
"You are my little boy," she snapped. "And not a thousand years or a hundred Travellers are going to change that." She sighed, then she looked more gentle. "Please, Wesley. Step outside."
The young man looked at Riker, in search of advice, Riker realised. Despite what they shared, he was still Wesley's Captain. Something about that got him through, time and again. Riker nodded, to reassure Wesley that it would be okay.
Though, when Wesley finally left them alone and Riker met Beverly's hard eyes, he didn't feel as certain.
"Captain Riker," she said. "I am disappointed in you!"
There it was, she would kill him. She would tear him to pieces! But Riker thought about the smile he couldn't let down. He tried to take it as a man, with a straight back and his head held high. "Beverly..."
"Don't interrupt me!" she warned him. "How long has this been going on?"
Riker frowned. "You know, he's right. He's not a little boy anymore. You can't..."
"How long, Will?" she interrupted him, staring at him with her arms crossed, her eyes warning him against further delays or objections.
Riker was beginning to think he might have had use for a first officer like her.
"I'm not sure," he confessed. "It sort of just... happened, I'm not sure when it..."
"Last time I visited?" she demanded. "You were... you were already..?"
Helplessly, he nodded. What else was he going to say?
She huffed and turned round, throwing her arms about. "How could you, Will?"
"Well, hold on here," he stepped forward, starting to get a bit defensive. "He's not a little boy, Beverly! He's a grown man now. You need to learn to accept it!"
"Accept it! Accept it, when he's behaving like a child!" She swung round and tapped his chest with one pointing, accusing finger. "And you! You're supposed to have more sense!"
"More sense than what?" Riker demanded harshly. "Than to love your son, Beverly?"
The anger faded a little. She looked at him, examined his face. "You're really serious," she then said.
"Damn right I'm serious! I'm serious enough to marry him! Which was what we were going to tell you, before you started to yell at me. We're going to get married."
Beverly's eyes narrowed. "Married?"
Oh, he had gone there now, hadn't he? But Riker held, like she was an enemy armada and he was standing on the bridge with nothing but his bluff. "Yes."
Re: "I Do" [4/5] Wesley/RikernurayaJune 30 2011, 19:56:43 UTC
They met one another's gaze like two rivalling captains, arguing over their rights to the same ship. She evaluated him, with demanding, harsh eyes, and he challenged her, with courage and a little bit of anger.
Then she slapped him.
And next, she hugged him.
"Oh, Will," she whispered as she squeezed the stunned man. "How could you deprive me of the pleasure of knowing that my son finally found someone?"
Riker's eyes widened and his mouth opened. Wait, what? He lifted his hands, uncertain if he should hug her back or what, it all felt very awkward.
"Uh..."
She pushed him back and she was smiling. Riker couldn't believe it. Her eyes welled up with tears, she drew in a deep breath ― and then she slapped him again.
"And how could you just drop it on me like that, you're getting married?" she snapped.
Riker made a face and touched his cheek. "Would you stop hitting me?"
"No!" she declared. "Married! He's, he's what, he's..."
"Old enough," Riker said firmly. "He's old enough, and we're going to do it, whether you approve or not!"
Beverly raised her brows. "What? Wait... you think I'm against this?"
Now Riker was getting confused. "Well... uh. Aren't you?"
"Oh my... no!"
The Captain stared at her, frustrated. "Then... then what is all this fuss about?" he exploded.
She flailed. "You didn't tell me! Neither of you!"
Riker let out a kind of sigh, frustration and relief all at once, like a giant "oo-oohhh..." as he understood. She was beginning to look a little less upset when she saw that he was catching on. Not forgiving, though.
"Um." Riker scratched his neck. "I guess... we were worried about how you were going to take it."
Beverly shook her head. "What kind of a mother do you think I am?" she asked him pointedly.
Riker looked sheepish. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
She harrumphed. "Well, call Wesley back in," she said grumpily. "We'll need to celebrate." She turned toward the table. "But don't think I'm through with you yet!"
Riker was trying to decide whether he was happy or nervous as he went to the door to fetch Wesley. He was still imagining all those injections she knew. Perhaps there was something worse than death, and she would exact her vengeance in the form of a nasty rash, or...
Wesley's worried eyes met him as the door slid open and the young man stepped in and close to Riker, his eyes going over the man like he was worried that he was injured somehow. "What happened?" he whispered.
"She's mad at us for not telling her sooner," he whispered back.
"Boys," Beverly called from the table, "get over here! I want to raise a toast for your engagement!"
Wesley looked at Riker. "You told her?" He actually sounded annoyed about it. "I wanted to tell her myself!"
"Boys!" Beverly sounded impatient. "Come on! We need to toast and start planning for your wedding!"
Riker glanced toward the woman. "Wedding."
"Of course!" She was smiling now. "There's so much to plan! I'll ask Captain Picard to perform the ceremonies, and of course you two will need to find ringbearers. Oh! And the rings! Wesley, come here, I need to check if your father's ring would fit you."
Re: "I Do" [5/5] Wesley/RikernurayaJune 30 2011, 19:58:03 UTC
After that, Riker could only watch as a pair of Crushers went on about the wedding and it all started feeling a little more real. Not half as real, though, as Wesley's nimble fingers twining in between his own after his mother had left. The younger man pressed their bodies together and rested his head against Riker's shoulder as they sat on the couch in Wesley's quarters.
"Will?" Wesley whispered.
"Yeah?"
"You really want this, right?"
Riker thought about the overbearing, over-protective Beverly and about the grand wedding plans and the rings and the guests and the hassle. And then he thought about the brilliant, grown-up Wesley and about living together and about the smile. Just as Wesley's head snapped up in concern that he was taking so long, the Captain turned to look at the younger man. It was all worth it.
Without saying a word, Riker leaned in to touch Wesley's lips with his own. He kissed, and he kissed, and he kissed, his arms closing round Wesley, pushing the younger man down on his back on the couch until he had Wesley pinned down under him. Riker removed his lips for only long enough to breathe out two words, the same ones he planned to repeat a few weeks from now.
"I do."
Okay so I was wrong, it took 5 comments and not 4. Damn LJ.
Re: "I Do" [5/5] Wesley/RikerdisturbinglynicJune 30 2011, 20:11:21 UTC
First of all- OMG SOMEBODY FILLED MY WESLEY/RIKER PROMPT!!!!! Some days I feel like I'm the only one who likes them.
So this was perfect! It was exactly what I was hoping for. I swear I don't know how these two always manage to be so damn adorable, but guh.
I can't thank you enough for this wonderful fill. You have no idea how hard it is for me to just not burst out giggling here at work. I'm squeeing so hard in my head right now though.
wondering whether an escape pod would make it to the nearest planet in one piece, and whether Beverly would actually follow him all the way down to kill him once she heard the news. *snort* I love that line!
And this "Yes," Riker said, "Wesley makes excellent pancakes. He's made them for me for breakfast many times, and they're always delicious." made me *headdesk* Silly Will.
Anyway, I really just love it. Thank you!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
Re: "I Do" [5/5] Wesley/RikernurayaJune 30 2011, 20:23:57 UTC
OMG YAY you liked it!!! :D I'm so happyyy!!! ^_________^
Okay you know I have to confess that I've never written about this pairing before. But your prompt just... kind of exploded in my head. So thank you for the prompt!! I haven't written mush in ages, this felt good. And now I really adore this couple. They just... WORK, somehow.
Ha! Riker is in love and all nervous and silly. *lol*
Re: "I Do" [5/5] Wesley/RikernurayaJune 30 2011, 20:33:40 UTC
OMG. *watches* Squeet!!!
I need no convincing other than the witness of mine own brain. They flowed so naturally.
Yes, new pairings are a delight! This one was particularly enjoyable and made me find new levels in the characters. I never realised that I apparently think Wesley is gay. O.o This amuses me.
Re: "I Do" [5/5] Wesley/RikerdisturbinglynicJune 30 2011, 20:37:27 UTC
They do flow easily, that's for sure. I think I have to agree with you there. Even though I sometimes make him bi, I really see him as gay. So, you have a new fan for life! I totally just went and squeed on your lj, and you should definitely post this to the comm!
Re: "I Do" [5/5] Wesley/Rikermerely_angerJuly 1 2011, 03:58:59 UTC
I am so in love with this. ♥ I've always been taken with Wesley and Riker but this is the first fic I've read of them and I'M SO GLAD I DID. Honestly, you couldn't have handled this more perfectly. :) Beautiful.
"Yes," Riker said, "Wesley makes excellent pancakes. He's made them for me for breakfast many times, and they're always delicious."
Beverly's mouth had been opening for a comment, but now she paused, her mouth half open, then she looked confused. She was thinking it over. Riker felt a chill down his spine but he had to go through with this. He tried to rationalise this. What could she possibly do?
He tried not to remember that as a doctor, she probably knew a dozen lethal injections she could give him.
"And sometimes supper, too. Though I usually do the supper," Riker went on. "He's better at desserts." He felt like an idiot. It was like he was talking about a little kid.
Wesley's eyes were darting from his mother to his Captain and back again. Beverly was still staring, completely silent. Riker couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Riker forced the smile on his face and looked at Wesley. He placed his hand on top of the younger man's hand on the table, as though it was nothing more than an idle, casual gesture. He only meant to hold, but it turned out he squeezed, cold sweat prickling in his neck. Any minute now, it would hit home. She would connect the dots.
Then she did, and she stood up. Her expression was strict. "Out." She pointed at the door.
Riker winced. Wesley looked shocked. "Mom..!"
"Out!" she repeated sternly.
Riker stood up. He wasn't sure about what he was doing, but Wesley was still holding on to his hand, so retreat was not an option. "Beverly..."
"You sit down," she pointed at the chair. "Wesley. Out."
"Me?" Wesley exclaimed, looking shocked. "But mom..."
"Wesley." She looked at her son. "I will speak with your Captain in private."
Wesley looked bothered and almost offended. "Mom, I'm not a little boy anymore."
"You are my little boy," she snapped. "And not a thousand years or a hundred Travellers are going to change that." She sighed, then she looked more gentle. "Please, Wesley. Step outside."
The young man looked at Riker, in search of advice, Riker realised. Despite what they shared, he was still Wesley's Captain. Something about that got him through, time and again. Riker nodded, to reassure Wesley that it would be okay.
Though, when Wesley finally left them alone and Riker met Beverly's hard eyes, he didn't feel as certain.
"Captain Riker," she said. "I am disappointed in you!"
There it was, she would kill him. She would tear him to pieces! But Riker thought about the smile he couldn't let down. He tried to take it as a man, with a straight back and his head held high. "Beverly..."
"Don't interrupt me!" she warned him. "How long has this been going on?"
Riker frowned. "You know, he's right. He's not a little boy anymore. You can't..."
"How long, Will?" she interrupted him, staring at him with her arms crossed, her eyes warning him against further delays or objections.
Riker was beginning to think he might have had use for a first officer like her.
"I'm not sure," he confessed. "It sort of just... happened, I'm not sure when it..."
"Last time I visited?" she demanded. "You were... you were already..?"
Helplessly, he nodded. What else was he going to say?
She huffed and turned round, throwing her arms about. "How could you, Will?"
"Well, hold on here," he stepped forward, starting to get a bit defensive. "He's not a little boy, Beverly! He's a grown man now. You need to learn to accept it!"
"Accept it! Accept it, when he's behaving like a child!" She swung round and tapped his chest with one pointing, accusing finger. "And you! You're supposed to have more sense!"
"More sense than what?" Riker demanded harshly. "Than to love your son, Beverly?"
The anger faded a little. She looked at him, examined his face. "You're really serious," she then said.
"Damn right I'm serious! I'm serious enough to marry him! Which was what we were going to tell you, before you started to yell at me. We're going to get married."
Beverly's eyes narrowed. "Married?"
Oh, he had gone there now, hadn't he? But Riker held, like she was an enemy armada and he was standing on the bridge with nothing but his bluff. "Yes."
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Then she slapped him.
And next, she hugged him.
"Oh, Will," she whispered as she squeezed the stunned man. "How could you deprive me of the pleasure of knowing that my son finally found someone?"
Riker's eyes widened and his mouth opened. Wait, what? He lifted his hands, uncertain if he should hug her back or what, it all felt very awkward.
"Uh..."
She pushed him back and she was smiling. Riker couldn't believe it. Her eyes welled up with tears, she drew in a deep breath ― and then she slapped him again.
"And how could you just drop it on me like that, you're getting married?" she snapped.
Riker made a face and touched his cheek. "Would you stop hitting me?"
"No!" she declared. "Married! He's, he's what, he's..."
"Old enough," Riker said firmly. "He's old enough, and we're going to do it, whether you approve or not!"
Beverly raised her brows. "What? Wait... you think I'm against this?"
Now Riker was getting confused. "Well... uh. Aren't you?"
"Oh my... no!"
The Captain stared at her, frustrated. "Then... then what is all this fuss about?" he exploded.
She flailed. "You didn't tell me! Neither of you!"
Riker let out a kind of sigh, frustration and relief all at once, like a giant "oo-oohhh..." as he understood. She was beginning to look a little less upset when she saw that he was catching on. Not forgiving, though.
"Um." Riker scratched his neck. "I guess... we were worried about how you were going to take it."
Beverly shook her head. "What kind of a mother do you think I am?" she asked him pointedly.
Riker looked sheepish. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
She harrumphed. "Well, call Wesley back in," she said grumpily. "We'll need to celebrate." She turned toward the table. "But don't think I'm through with you yet!"
Riker was trying to decide whether he was happy or nervous as he went to the door to fetch Wesley. He was still imagining all those injections she knew. Perhaps there was something worse than death, and she would exact her vengeance in the form of a nasty rash, or...
Wesley's worried eyes met him as the door slid open and the young man stepped in and close to Riker, his eyes going over the man like he was worried that he was injured somehow. "What happened?" he whispered.
"She's mad at us for not telling her sooner," he whispered back.
"Boys," Beverly called from the table, "get over here! I want to raise a toast for your engagement!"
Wesley looked at Riker. "You told her?" He actually sounded annoyed about it. "I wanted to tell her myself!"
"Boys!" Beverly sounded impatient. "Come on! We need to toast and start planning for your wedding!"
Riker glanced toward the woman. "Wedding."
"Of course!" She was smiling now. "There's so much to plan! I'll ask Captain Picard to perform the ceremonies, and of course you two will need to find ringbearers. Oh! And the rings! Wesley, come here, I need to check if your father's ring would fit you."
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"Will?" Wesley whispered.
"Yeah?"
"You really want this, right?"
Riker thought about the overbearing, over-protective Beverly and about the grand wedding plans and the rings and the guests and the hassle. And then he thought about the brilliant, grown-up Wesley and about living together and about the smile. Just as Wesley's head snapped up in concern that he was taking so long, the Captain turned to look at the younger man. It was all worth it.
Without saying a word, Riker leaned in to touch Wesley's lips with his own. He kissed, and he kissed, and he kissed, his arms closing round Wesley, pushing the younger man down on his back on the couch until he had Wesley pinned down under him. Riker removed his lips for only long enough to breathe out two words, the same ones he planned to repeat a few weeks from now.
"I do."
Okay so I was wrong, it took 5 comments and not 4. Damn LJ.
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Some days I feel like I'm the only one who likes them.
So this was perfect! It was exactly what I was hoping for. I swear I don't know how these two always manage to be so damn adorable, but guh.
I can't thank you enough for this wonderful fill. You have no idea how hard it is for me to just not burst out giggling here at work. I'm squeeing so hard in my head right now though.
wondering whether an escape pod would make it to the nearest planet in one piece, and whether Beverly would actually follow him all the way down to kill him once she heard the news.
*snort* I love that line!
And this "Yes," Riker said, "Wesley makes excellent pancakes. He's made them for me for breakfast many times, and they're always delicious." made me *headdesk* Silly Will.
Anyway, I really just love it. Thank you!!!!
♥ ♥ ♥
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Okay you know I have to confess that I've never written about this pairing before. But your prompt just... kind of exploded in my head. So thank you for the prompt!! I haven't written mush in ages, this felt good. And now I really adore this couple. They just... WORK, somehow.
Ha! Riker is in love and all nervous and silly. *lol*
♥! *hugs* You're very much welcome. :)
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Glad you enjoyed writing the prompt!!! Isn't it fun to try new pairings? I love doing that.
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I need no convincing other than the witness of mine own brain. They flowed so naturally.
Yes, new pairings are a delight! This one was particularly enjoyable and made me find new levels in the characters. I never realised that I apparently think Wesley is gay. O.o This amuses me.
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So, you have a new fan for life! I totally just went and squeed on your lj, and you should definitely post this to the comm!
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I completely do not mind people squeeing in my journal. That's what it's there for, after all. ;)
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