Hornblower - Priceless
Title: Priceless
Author: ForAllLove
Fandom: Hornblower
Pairing: Horatio/Archie
Word count: 231
Rating: G
Summary: Horatio is a hopeless romantic. *cough*
Warnings: Fluff! Yes, fluff is a warning.
Disclaimer: I own Hornblower. That's why Archie and Horatio are merrily continuing their adventures in the twelfth film, due October 2009.
Author's Note: Wrote this last year for a writing class. That's my explanation for the experiment. (My professor loved the style. Just saying.)
"I love you, you know" ― a murmur.
"Of course I know," returned with a playful smile. "You spend too much money on me not to."
"Don’t be ridiculous ― I don’t demonstrate feelings with money."
Soft laughter. "You do, you do and you like it!"
"I―" Growling. "You’re impossible."
"And you love me."
"Hush. People will hear you." Clinking of dishes downstairs, uncouth words and manners. Leaning closer. "…I can’t help it if I… like to make things nice for you. I like to see you smile."
"You know I’d be happy in the shabbiest inn in the country, as long as you’re there." A smile anyway.
Indistinct grumbling accompanied by a blush.
"My, my, joy," chuckled, "cross today, aren’t we? Any special occasion?"
Rustling, a thump. "Here," gruffly.
Tearing of paper. Silence.
Shifting. "Well?"
"…Oh," breathlessly. Blinking. "I don’t…" Touch of hands.
Glittering dark eyes framed by shadowy ringlets. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, yes, of course I do," tumbled on another laugh. "It’s lovely." Glint of gold in the firelight.
"Seven years today ― had you forgotten?"
"No. I reminded you this morning, remember?"
A smile, shy.
"Ah, you’re teasing me."
"Indeed." Stroking golden curls. "I love you."
"I love you, too, dear one," whispered against soft skin. Muffled snort.
"What have I done now?"
One mischievous blue eye peeking from hair and linen. "Did you not purchase―"
Author: ForAllLove
Fandom: Hornblower
Pairing: Horatio/Archie
Word count: 231
Rating: G
Summary: Horatio is a hopeless romantic. *cough*
Warnings: Fluff! Yes, fluff is a warning.
Disclaimer: I own Hornblower. That's why Archie and Horatio are merrily continuing their adventures in the twelfth film, due October 2009.
Author's Note: Wrote this last year for a writing class. That's my explanation for the experiment. (My professor loved the style. Just saying.)
"I love you, you know" ― a murmur.
"Of course I know," returned with a playful smile. "You spend too much money on me not to."
"Don’t be ridiculous ― I don’t demonstrate feelings with money."
Soft laughter. "You do, you do and you like it!"
"I―" Growling. "You’re impossible."
"And you love me."
"Hush. People will hear you." Clinking of dishes downstairs, uncouth words and manners. Leaning closer. "…I can’t help it if I… like to make things nice for you. I like to see you smile."
"You know I’d be happy in the shabbiest inn in the country, as long as you’re there." A smile anyway.
Indistinct grumbling accompanied by a blush.
"My, my, joy," chuckled, "cross today, aren’t we? Any special occasion?"
Rustling, a thump. "Here," gruffly.
Tearing of paper. Silence.
Shifting. "Well?"
"…Oh," breathlessly. Blinking. "I don’t…" Touch of hands.
Glittering dark eyes framed by shadowy ringlets. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, yes, of course I do," tumbled on another laugh. "It’s lovely." Glint of gold in the firelight.
"Seven years today ― had you forgotten?"
"No. I reminded you this morning, remember?"
A smile, shy.
"Ah, you’re teasing me."
"Indeed." Stroking golden curls. "I love you."
"I love you, too, dear one," whispered against soft skin. Muffled snort.
"What have I done now?"
One mischievous blue eye peeking from hair and linen. "Did you not purchase―"