Forget Me Not [1-4/4] (Ian/Nikki, R)
Posted for the numb3rs100 Rewind Series for February 2010: Chocolate, Classic, Flowers, Gift...
Title: Forget Me Not
Pairing/Characters: Ian Edgerton/Nikki Betancourt
Rating: R (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 200, 300 x 2, 200
Summary: How could he forget her birthday?
Spoilers: 5.01 - High Exposure, 5.22 - Angels & Devils, 6.08 - Ultimatum just to be safe.
Notes/Warnings: Apparently my drabble muse likes to come back in 4's considering this is the second time I've had a drought of drabble writing end in a drabble series... an Ian/Nikki drabble series to be exact. Hmmm. Fascinating. LOL. A very special thank you to julietm for her assistance with this fic. You wrote with me to get the muse going and you put up with me while I finished this. You are made of awesome. *hugs*
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Classic:
Nikki looked at the clock again and frowned. She'd be going home soon and… nothing.
She wasn't expecting a classic romantic gesture or anything. Not really. But, Ian knew it was her birthday and she knew he was out of town. The least he could do was send her a flower. Just one.
That was lame. Yes. Getting flowers at the office was lame. Lame, lame, lame.
Lame, she thought with finality sitting back and crossing her arms.
OK, dammit. It wasn't lame. It was what she expected. She thought surely he'd send her something just so every one else in the office would know it was her birthday, to embarrass her, to... oh... say... let her know he remembered it was her birthday.
She stood from her seat and slipped into her jacket. Well, if no one else knew it was her birthday, she'd just celebrate by herself. A pizza, a glass of wine... maybe an old movie. One thing she wouldn't do is answer the phone if he called.
Ok. She probably would but only to ask him "what the hell?"
Yeah. That's what she'd say to him. She just shook her head and went for the elevator.
Flowers:
Her hands were shaking. She was just that mad.
How could he forget her birthday? She’d tried to rationalize reasons he hadn't even sent a text message. She tried to rationalize other reasons why she shouldn't care, especially since she still had a couple hours left on her birthday.
But she did care. She cared a lot... about him. She didn’t think being remembered by him on her birthday was too much to ask.
She finally calmed her hands enough to get the key in the knob, turning it and pushing into her apartment.
Before she looked up, a familiar scent filled her senses and made her stop in her tracks. The smell of her favorite steak dinner mingled with the scent of brown sugar candles and that distinct aroma of...
There on the table was a beautiful bouquet of orange calla lilies. She'd never told anyone these were her favorite flowers. After all, she was a street tough girl who had to hang with the big boys. She wasn't supposed to have a favorite flower. But there they were, as though the sender had always known her secrets.
She set her stuff on the counter, looking around her apartment and hoping that Ian was responsible for this… that he was here somewhere… that he remembered. Otherwise, she was going to need her gun because she had a very romantic intruder in her home.
She smiled, taking the card in her hands as she leaned down to smell the flowers. Slipping the card from the envelope, she instantly recognized his familiar handwriting and then took another look around her apartment. Her home was lit only with candles with dinner on the table. He remembered, she sighed and with a new reason for her hands to shake, she read the card.
Gift:
“To the only woman who’s ever been in my sights. Happy Birthday, Nik.” She read the words and her smile widened. She was trying to decide if that was the corniest thing she’d ever read or the sweetest when she heard a quiet rustle to her right.
She looked up to see Ian and the trademark Edgerton smirk looking back at her. He stood there in a perfectly tailored black suit, complete with a pressed white button down shirt and a purple and silver silk tie she’d never seen (considering he didn’t own a tie to her knowledge.) This must really be a special occasion, she thought, still looking him over as she quipped, ““How’d you get in here? I don’t remember giving you a key.”
“I didn’t think I needed one,” he grinned as he stepped closer to her.
“Deviant,” she teased, leaning into the counter.
She considered him for a moment before she spoke again. “Breaking and entering,” she scolded with a shake of her head. “Tell you what. I won’t press charges as long as you brought me a gift.”
He continued to smirk as he spun around and modeled his suit for her, letting her take in the total package. “I wrapped it myself.”
Her eyes filled with the sight of him while her body filled with that familiar heat he caused within her anytime he was near. Her smile turned sideways as she asked, “Do you think I’ll like it?”
“I hope so,” he answered, his eyes alight. “It’s one of a kind.”
“It certainly is,” she sighed, finally stepping into his waiting arms and wrapping herself around him. She melted into the warmth of his embrace, breathing in the scent that was all him and smiling. Ian… her Ian… was here and he remembered.
Chocolate:
Dinner was cold, ignored and forgotten in the hours Nikki spent enjoying her birthday gift of Ian. Sated for the moment, she rested back into him as they sat against the head of her bed - eating chocolate covered strawberries he’d brought for the occasion. She tried not to smirk, realizing he’d known they’d need a late night snack to keep them going before he even arrived tonight.
Looking to the clock on the nightstand, she saw there were still a few minutes left of her birthday. Ian had noticed too because she felt him smiling behind her before he kissed her hair and breathed one more time, “Happy birthday, Nik.”
She smiled, looking down and fidgeting with the strawberry in her fingers. “Ian?”
He hummed his acknowledgement before she turned her smile toward him. “Thanks for remembering.”
“Betancourt… you are impossible to forget.”
His exasperated tone made her chuckle, knowing she’d been under his skin since the first time they met, while the honesty in his words melted her heart. He was here with her and he remembered. Forget the flowers, the candles, the chocolate. Ian remembering her, Ian being hers… that was all she really wanted. Happy birthday, indeed.
Title: Forget Me Not
Pairing/Characters: Ian Edgerton/Nikki Betancourt
Rating: R (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 200, 300 x 2, 200
Summary: How could he forget her birthday?
Spoilers: 5.01 - High Exposure, 5.22 - Angels & Devils, 6.08 - Ultimatum just to be safe.
Notes/Warnings: Apparently my drabble muse likes to come back in 4's considering this is the second time I've had a drought of drabble writing end in a drabble series... an Ian/Nikki drabble series to be exact. Hmmm. Fascinating. LOL. A very special thank you to julietm for her assistance with this fic. You wrote with me to get the muse going and you put up with me while I finished this. You are made of awesome. *hugs*
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Classic:
Nikki looked at the clock again and frowned. She'd be going home soon and… nothing.
She wasn't expecting a classic romantic gesture or anything. Not really. But, Ian knew it was her birthday and she knew he was out of town. The least he could do was send her a flower. Just one.
That was lame. Yes. Getting flowers at the office was lame. Lame, lame, lame.
Lame, she thought with finality sitting back and crossing her arms.
OK, dammit. It wasn't lame. It was what she expected. She thought surely he'd send her something just so every one else in the office would know it was her birthday, to embarrass her, to... oh... say... let her know he remembered it was her birthday.
She stood from her seat and slipped into her jacket. Well, if no one else knew it was her birthday, she'd just celebrate by herself. A pizza, a glass of wine... maybe an old movie. One thing she wouldn't do is answer the phone if he called.
Ok. She probably would but only to ask him "what the hell?"
Yeah. That's what she'd say to him. She just shook her head and went for the elevator.
Flowers:
Her hands were shaking. She was just that mad.
How could he forget her birthday? She’d tried to rationalize reasons he hadn't even sent a text message. She tried to rationalize other reasons why she shouldn't care, especially since she still had a couple hours left on her birthday.
But she did care. She cared a lot... about him. She didn’t think being remembered by him on her birthday was too much to ask.
She finally calmed her hands enough to get the key in the knob, turning it and pushing into her apartment.
Before she looked up, a familiar scent filled her senses and made her stop in her tracks. The smell of her favorite steak dinner mingled with the scent of brown sugar candles and that distinct aroma of...
There on the table was a beautiful bouquet of orange calla lilies. She'd never told anyone these were her favorite flowers. After all, she was a street tough girl who had to hang with the big boys. She wasn't supposed to have a favorite flower. But there they were, as though the sender had always known her secrets.
She set her stuff on the counter, looking around her apartment and hoping that Ian was responsible for this… that he was here somewhere… that he remembered. Otherwise, she was going to need her gun because she had a very romantic intruder in her home.
She smiled, taking the card in her hands as she leaned down to smell the flowers. Slipping the card from the envelope, she instantly recognized his familiar handwriting and then took another look around her apartment. Her home was lit only with candles with dinner on the table. He remembered, she sighed and with a new reason for her hands to shake, she read the card.
Gift:
“To the only woman who’s ever been in my sights. Happy Birthday, Nik.” She read the words and her smile widened. She was trying to decide if that was the corniest thing she’d ever read or the sweetest when she heard a quiet rustle to her right.
She looked up to see Ian and the trademark Edgerton smirk looking back at her. He stood there in a perfectly tailored black suit, complete with a pressed white button down shirt and a purple and silver silk tie she’d never seen (considering he didn’t own a tie to her knowledge.) This must really be a special occasion, she thought, still looking him over as she quipped, ““How’d you get in here? I don’t remember giving you a key.”
“I didn’t think I needed one,” he grinned as he stepped closer to her.
“Deviant,” she teased, leaning into the counter.
She considered him for a moment before she spoke again. “Breaking and entering,” she scolded with a shake of her head. “Tell you what. I won’t press charges as long as you brought me a gift.”
He continued to smirk as he spun around and modeled his suit for her, letting her take in the total package. “I wrapped it myself.”
Her eyes filled with the sight of him while her body filled with that familiar heat he caused within her anytime he was near. Her smile turned sideways as she asked, “Do you think I’ll like it?”
“I hope so,” he answered, his eyes alight. “It’s one of a kind.”
“It certainly is,” she sighed, finally stepping into his waiting arms and wrapping herself around him. She melted into the warmth of his embrace, breathing in the scent that was all him and smiling. Ian… her Ian… was here and he remembered.
Chocolate:
Dinner was cold, ignored and forgotten in the hours Nikki spent enjoying her birthday gift of Ian. Sated for the moment, she rested back into him as they sat against the head of her bed - eating chocolate covered strawberries he’d brought for the occasion. She tried not to smirk, realizing he’d known they’d need a late night snack to keep them going before he even arrived tonight.
Looking to the clock on the nightstand, she saw there were still a few minutes left of her birthday. Ian had noticed too because she felt him smiling behind her before he kissed her hair and breathed one more time, “Happy birthday, Nik.”
She smiled, looking down and fidgeting with the strawberry in her fingers. “Ian?”
He hummed his acknowledgement before she turned her smile toward him. “Thanks for remembering.”
“Betancourt… you are impossible to forget.”
His exasperated tone made her chuckle, knowing she’d been under his skin since the first time they met, while the honesty in his words melted her heart. He was here with her and he remembered. Forget the flowers, the candles, the chocolate. Ian remembering her, Ian being hers… that was all she really wanted. Happy birthday, indeed.