Baby-Sitters Club: On an open fire
Title: On an open fire
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Pairing: Ben/Mallory
Rating: G
Word count: 216
Summary: It smells like Christmas.
Notes: fandom-stocking giftfic, written for gloriafan who requested Ben/Mallory and holiday!fluff. Thanks to ozqueen for the beta!! :)
On an open fire
A flurry sweeps through overnight, leaving Stoneybrook with a snow-dusted Monday morning. Mallory meets Ben at the corner, cheeks and nose red with the cold.
"Our kitchen smells like cinnamon," she sighs happily. "My favorite Christmas smell! It's only around because Nicky spilled a whole jar last night and didn't clean it up properly, but still! It smells like Christmas."
Ben grins. "Cool. I mean, not about Nicky. About Christmas smells."
"What's yours?"
"What's my what?"
"What's your Christmas smell? What's that one smell that makes you realize how close it is?"
He stares thoughtfully into the distance as they meander down the sidewalk, footsteps crunching in the snow.
"Fire," he finally says.
"Oh, good one," beams Mallory. "I wish we had a fireplace at our house, it smells so-"
"No, that's not what I meant," he interrupts. "I meant actual fire."
Mallory frowns. "I don't get it."
He shrugs. "December can be a bad time for bushfires. There were heaps of years when I was a kid and there were fires around. I dunno. It's kinda morbid, but I guess I ended up associating that smell with Christmas."
She pauses. "Really?"
"Yep. Anytime I smell bushfires, I feel all warm and Christmasy."
She pulls her coat closer, fighting the icy chill.
"That's really weird, Ben."
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Pairing: Ben/Mallory
Rating: G
Word count: 216
Summary: It smells like Christmas.
Notes: fandom-stocking giftfic, written for gloriafan who requested Ben/Mallory and holiday!fluff. Thanks to ozqueen for the beta!! :)
On an open fire
A flurry sweeps through overnight, leaving Stoneybrook with a snow-dusted Monday morning. Mallory meets Ben at the corner, cheeks and nose red with the cold.
"Our kitchen smells like cinnamon," she sighs happily. "My favorite Christmas smell! It's only around because Nicky spilled a whole jar last night and didn't clean it up properly, but still! It smells like Christmas."
Ben grins. "Cool. I mean, not about Nicky. About Christmas smells."
"What's yours?"
"What's my what?"
"What's your Christmas smell? What's that one smell that makes you realize how close it is?"
He stares thoughtfully into the distance as they meander down the sidewalk, footsteps crunching in the snow.
"Fire," he finally says.
"Oh, good one," beams Mallory. "I wish we had a fireplace at our house, it smells so-"
"No, that's not what I meant," he interrupts. "I meant actual fire."
Mallory frowns. "I don't get it."
He shrugs. "December can be a bad time for bushfires. There were heaps of years when I was a kid and there were fires around. I dunno. It's kinda morbid, but I guess I ended up associating that smell with Christmas."
She pauses. "Really?"
"Yep. Anytime I smell bushfires, I feel all warm and Christmasy."
She pulls her coat closer, fighting the icy chill.
"That's really weird, Ben."