Drabble/ficlet- A Perfect Day
Completely out of the blue I felt like writing something today. And something happy, to boot. I've never written happy. I'm prettty sure it's not me, but that's what came out, so go figure. *shrugs* Really short , 30 min and unbeta'd.
Title: A Perfect Day
Characters: Lily/James
Word count: 461
Rating: G, just completely G
A Perfect Day
Sipping a cup of cocoa, she looked out of the window. The bright July sun sent sparkling and flirty rays of light though the greying branches of the mighty old oak. Been there for ages, that tree. Long before the family ever moved to the little house, if she was to believe her husband. And she did, of course. There was no reason to doubt him; besides, it was a comforting feeling to have something with such ancient strength stand watch over their cottage.
She stretched her back a little and, placing her hands on the table, basked in the warmth pouring in from the open window. A breeze made the white curtains dance slowly, and the smell of roses tickled her nostrils. She breathed in deeply, and closed her eyes for a second. Then, with a little smile, she opened them again and pushed herself up from the chair. With small and lazy steps, quite suitable for a day like this, when the Earth seemed to stand still, she walked towards the old-fashioned sink in the other side of the room. She rinsed her cup and placed it in the cupboard; her every move filled with love for the moment.
As the cupboard door was closing, she felt someone slip into the room behind her. Hands circled around her waist and hot breath brushed her neck just before she felt a soft kiss just below her jaw line. Her body relaxed as she leaned back into the embrace, turning in his arms the corner of her mouth lifted into a smile just before her lips met his. Her hand lifted to trail her fingers over the light stubble of his cheeks, and his hands closed more tightly around her, making her fall towards him. Still kissing her, he mumbled in protest and stumbled backwards a little.
“Ow!” His eyes snapped open as his hip hit a chair. Letting her go he bent a little to massage the stinging spot. She took a step back and looked at him. Her husband. With his reddened cheeks and the wild dark hair, the hurt gaze that the offensive chair fell victim to he looked like a boy still. She couldn’t help it: a giggle escaped her. Which she quickly silenced as his eyes landed on her.
But still little giggles burst free, and faced with the mirthful face of his wife, he suddenly found himself snickering in unison. Laughing, she moved closer and placed a little kiss on the side of his mouth. “Oh, my poor baby,” she whispered against his cheek.
He stood up straighter, and his hands moved to encircle her swollen belly once again. “Not poor.” He smiled and ran his hands across the soft fabric of her robes. “Happy.”
the end
Title: A Perfect Day
Characters: Lily/James
Word count: 461
Rating: G, just completely G
A Perfect Day
Sipping a cup of cocoa, she looked out of the window. The bright July sun sent sparkling and flirty rays of light though the greying branches of the mighty old oak. Been there for ages, that tree. Long before the family ever moved to the little house, if she was to believe her husband. And she did, of course. There was no reason to doubt him; besides, it was a comforting feeling to have something with such ancient strength stand watch over their cottage.
She stretched her back a little and, placing her hands on the table, basked in the warmth pouring in from the open window. A breeze made the white curtains dance slowly, and the smell of roses tickled her nostrils. She breathed in deeply, and closed her eyes for a second. Then, with a little smile, she opened them again and pushed herself up from the chair. With small and lazy steps, quite suitable for a day like this, when the Earth seemed to stand still, she walked towards the old-fashioned sink in the other side of the room. She rinsed her cup and placed it in the cupboard; her every move filled with love for the moment.
As the cupboard door was closing, she felt someone slip into the room behind her. Hands circled around her waist and hot breath brushed her neck just before she felt a soft kiss just below her jaw line. Her body relaxed as she leaned back into the embrace, turning in his arms the corner of her mouth lifted into a smile just before her lips met his. Her hand lifted to trail her fingers over the light stubble of his cheeks, and his hands closed more tightly around her, making her fall towards him. Still kissing her, he mumbled in protest and stumbled backwards a little.
“Ow!” His eyes snapped open as his hip hit a chair. Letting her go he bent a little to massage the stinging spot. She took a step back and looked at him. Her husband. With his reddened cheeks and the wild dark hair, the hurt gaze that the offensive chair fell victim to he looked like a boy still. She couldn’t help it: a giggle escaped her. Which she quickly silenced as his eyes landed on her.
But still little giggles burst free, and faced with the mirthful face of his wife, he suddenly found himself snickering in unison. Laughing, she moved closer and placed a little kiss on the side of his mouth. “Oh, my poor baby,” she whispered against his cheek.
He stood up straighter, and his hands moved to encircle her swollen belly once again. “Not poor.” He smiled and ran his hands across the soft fabric of her robes. “Happy.”
the end