A Little Night Music
Title: A Little Night Music
Authors: kirabella1588 and machka
Rating: G
Pairing: Alisan Porter/Neal Tiemman
Summary: "Guess what I saw today?"
Word Count: 1312
Authors' Notes: Written for the schmoop_bingo challenge, using the prompt "Lazy Sunday." Pairing stems from the songchoice Idol/SYTYCD RP game.
Disclaimer: Real people exist with these names; but these folks here are fictionalized characters, and not directly intended to represent the actual persons mentioned. Any similarity between the fictional version of the persons portrayed herein and the actual persons is somewhat intentional, but as far as we know, none of this ever happened, except in our minds. Dammit. (Unless it did, and then it's strictly a coincidence.) TL;DR? Fiction, don't sue.
Neal shook his head slightly as Sixx trotted over with the tennis ball for the twentieth time in the past twenty minutes. "God damn, don't you ever get tired of chasin' this ratty old thing?" Neal murmured affectionately, rubbing the Dane's head. "Okay, beast, one more time..." He took the soaking wet tennis ball from his dog's mouth, and flung it out across the yard, watching and chuckling softly as Jack and Buckley scrambled to beat Sixx to it.
He settled back into the seat of their yard swing, raising his beer bottle to his lips. Taking a long swallow, he looked out over their backyard, cast in long dusky shadows as the sun set slowly, opposite him. The birdsong of day was being replaced by the chirp of crickets, and the moon had begun to show in the sky, amid a handful of scattered stars.
He slipped his free arm over the back of the seat, wrapping it around Alisan's shoulders, tucking her closer to his side.
Alisan was curled up in the porch swing, feet tucked underneath her and a blanket over her knees. Her back was against Neal as she sipped her drink and watched the dogs, smiling.
"No, Daddy, I don't think he does," she giggled. He shifted a little and she did too, moving to give him the freedom to reposition and then falling into place next to him. She came in close and curled in a little tighter, snuggling against Neal. She put her drink in the grass and snuggled down further into the blanket, pressing her cheek into Neal's chest with a murmured "Hi, you..."
Neal smiled softly, sifting his fingers lightly through Ali's hair. "Hey," he said softly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before resting his head on top of hers. He inhaled a deep breath, smelling the distant hint of saltwater from the ocean, the wafting scent of flowers from their garden, and the more immediate scent of Alisan against him.
Alisan had this thing. She loved the sound of Neal's heartbeat. She was positive it sounded like every other heartbeat, but there was something about its steady kick drum-sounding beat that just...she didn't even know. Closing her eyes, she listened to that, coupled with the thrum of the crickets and the really light whoosh of the ocean. Funny how nature had its own music.
Neal set the nearly-empty beer bottle in the grass and wrapped his other arm around Alisan's waist. He leaned back slowly against the arm of the yard swing, taking her with him. Pillowing Ali's head against his shoulder, he set the swing rocking gently, rubbing her back.
He was holding her just the way she loved being held, and she couldn't help but smile as she closed her eyes. She took the material of his shirt lightly between her fingers, just to have some attachment to him, and murmured, "Guess what I saw today?"
Neal let out a soft humming breath. "...What did you see?" he asked softly, tucking his leg up on the seat as the swing's momentum continued to rock them gently.
"The grass," she smiled, letting both her hands fall to hold loosely to his waist. "Guess what color it was?" she said, wondering if he'd remember the conversation they'd had what seemed a million years ago
Neal grinned, closing his eyes. "...Was it purple?" he murmured, tightening his arms gently.
"Mm-hmm" she said softly. "And it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. I'm assuming it turned purple because it knows how happy you make me, it decided the world needed a sign." She nodded against him, her thumbs hitching into his belt loops.
He laughed softly, continuing to rub her back.
The breeze picked up and Ali shivered. Even in California, Ali hated cold, hence the blanket covering her. "Your laugh is gorgeous," she whispered, turning her head in and leaning up to kiss his collar bone.
Feeling her shiver, Neal reached down and drew the blanket up over her shoulders. He hummed low in his throat as her lips brushed against his skin. "You're gorgeous," he murmured back.
Ali giggled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, smiling. "Thank you," she returned, placing a kiss on his neck this time, letting her teeth scrape just slightly over his throat.
And now Neal was shivering too, but not from any chill in the air. He let out a soft breath, and ran a hand up Ali's spine to cup the back of her neck.
Neal had such big hands. Big guitarist hands...and he could play her... Why was her mind always in the gutter? Oh well, she fucking adored this gutter. Alisan made a soft sound as those big hands skittered up her spine and stopped to cup her neck. Her tongue darted out to lick playfully at his pulse.
Neal swallowed thickly, arching his neck slightly to her mouth. "Not fair..." he whispered softly, ardor adding a slight burr to his voice.
She pulled away and nipped at Neal's jaw sympathetically. "Wanna level the playing field?" she offered. He knew all of her buttons, it was just a matter of which ones he wanted to push.
"Hmmmmm," he murmured, and slid his hand into her hair, tugging softly. "Like that?"
A soft noise fell from her lips, somewhere between a gasp and a groan. "..Mmmm..."
"...Guess we're even..." he whispered, cradling her head to his shoulder again.
She giggled softly, nuzzling into his collar. "Mmm-hmm..." Running a hand down his side, Ali looped her arms around his waist and sighed. "You know, I never realized how beautiful my world was before you were in it. Thank you for being here."
Neal swallowed again, past the lump forming in his throat. "Um...you're welcome?" he whispered hoarsely. How did one respond to something like that, really?
Concern immediately flooded Alisan and she hugged him tighter. Maybe she shouldn't have said what she said, but it was the truth. She asked a lot of him and had rarely, if ever--heard the word no. The swing slowed and she rocked back a little bit to keep the rhythm steady.
Neal tipped his head down to kiss her hair softly, and leaned back with his eyes again closed, just listening to the crickets and the soft snoring of the dogs on the lawn, feeling her pressed against him. Safety and security. Alisan.
Alisan responded lightly and lovingly, completely happy in Neal's arms. She needed him, he was her rock, her anchor. When the world was crazy, as it often was here in good old Hollyweird, the one constant was Neal, and Ali would never have words for that. "Love you..."
"...Love you too," Neal whispered, hugging her tightly.
Glee bubbled in her. No matter how many times Neal uttered those words, they were always the greatest sound she'd ever heard. The sky was getting darker and her eyes were getting heavy. Doing nothing sure made a person tired. "I wanna sleep, but I don't wanna move...can we sleep like this?"
Neal smiled gently, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position on the seat, cradling Alisan between his legs and in his arms. "Sure," he murmured softly, stroking her hair. "Sleep, love...I've got you..."
Alisan gave a little yawn and smiled as she snuggled Neal's lap murmuring wordlessly as he stroked her hair. "You s're you're comfy like that?" she asked, knowing that Neal had enough trouble sleeping without her 'help'.
"I'm okay," he reassured her quietly, pressing another soft kiss to her hair. "I'm right here."
Alisan fought sleep as long as she could, reveling in the feel of Neal and the sounds of the night...but it wasn't long before she fell into a light slumber, mumbling softly about pretty purple grass with blue sparkles.
Authors: kirabella1588 and machka
Rating: G
Pairing: Alisan Porter/Neal Tiemman
Summary: "Guess what I saw today?"
Word Count: 1312
Authors' Notes: Written for the schmoop_bingo challenge, using the prompt "Lazy Sunday." Pairing stems from the songchoice Idol/SYTYCD RP game.
Disclaimer: Real people exist with these names; but these folks here are fictionalized characters, and not directly intended to represent the actual persons mentioned. Any similarity between the fictional version of the persons portrayed herein and the actual persons is somewhat intentional, but as far as we know, none of this ever happened, except in our minds. Dammit. (Unless it did, and then it's strictly a coincidence.) TL;DR? Fiction, don't sue.
Neal shook his head slightly as Sixx trotted over with the tennis ball for the twentieth time in the past twenty minutes. "God damn, don't you ever get tired of chasin' this ratty old thing?" Neal murmured affectionately, rubbing the Dane's head. "Okay, beast, one more time..." He took the soaking wet tennis ball from his dog's mouth, and flung it out across the yard, watching and chuckling softly as Jack and Buckley scrambled to beat Sixx to it.
He settled back into the seat of their yard swing, raising his beer bottle to his lips. Taking a long swallow, he looked out over their backyard, cast in long dusky shadows as the sun set slowly, opposite him. The birdsong of day was being replaced by the chirp of crickets, and the moon had begun to show in the sky, amid a handful of scattered stars.
He slipped his free arm over the back of the seat, wrapping it around Alisan's shoulders, tucking her closer to his side.
Alisan was curled up in the porch swing, feet tucked underneath her and a blanket over her knees. Her back was against Neal as she sipped her drink and watched the dogs, smiling.
"No, Daddy, I don't think he does," she giggled. He shifted a little and she did too, moving to give him the freedom to reposition and then falling into place next to him. She came in close and curled in a little tighter, snuggling against Neal. She put her drink in the grass and snuggled down further into the blanket, pressing her cheek into Neal's chest with a murmured "Hi, you..."
Neal smiled softly, sifting his fingers lightly through Ali's hair. "Hey," he said softly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before resting his head on top of hers. He inhaled a deep breath, smelling the distant hint of saltwater from the ocean, the wafting scent of flowers from their garden, and the more immediate scent of Alisan against him.
Alisan had this thing. She loved the sound of Neal's heartbeat. She was positive it sounded like every other heartbeat, but there was something about its steady kick drum-sounding beat that just...she didn't even know. Closing her eyes, she listened to that, coupled with the thrum of the crickets and the really light whoosh of the ocean. Funny how nature had its own music.
Neal set the nearly-empty beer bottle in the grass and wrapped his other arm around Alisan's waist. He leaned back slowly against the arm of the yard swing, taking her with him. Pillowing Ali's head against his shoulder, he set the swing rocking gently, rubbing her back.
He was holding her just the way she loved being held, and she couldn't help but smile as she closed her eyes. She took the material of his shirt lightly between her fingers, just to have some attachment to him, and murmured, "Guess what I saw today?"
Neal let out a soft humming breath. "...What did you see?" he asked softly, tucking his leg up on the seat as the swing's momentum continued to rock them gently.
"The grass," she smiled, letting both her hands fall to hold loosely to his waist. "Guess what color it was?" she said, wondering if he'd remember the conversation they'd had what seemed a million years ago
Neal grinned, closing his eyes. "...Was it purple?" he murmured, tightening his arms gently.
"Mm-hmm" she said softly. "And it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. I'm assuming it turned purple because it knows how happy you make me, it decided the world needed a sign." She nodded against him, her thumbs hitching into his belt loops.
He laughed softly, continuing to rub her back.
The breeze picked up and Ali shivered. Even in California, Ali hated cold, hence the blanket covering her. "Your laugh is gorgeous," she whispered, turning her head in and leaning up to kiss his collar bone.
Feeling her shiver, Neal reached down and drew the blanket up over her shoulders. He hummed low in his throat as her lips brushed against his skin. "You're gorgeous," he murmured back.
Ali giggled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, smiling. "Thank you," she returned, placing a kiss on his neck this time, letting her teeth scrape just slightly over his throat.
And now Neal was shivering too, but not from any chill in the air. He let out a soft breath, and ran a hand up Ali's spine to cup the back of her neck.
Neal had such big hands. Big guitarist hands...and he could play her... Why was her mind always in the gutter? Oh well, she fucking adored this gutter. Alisan made a soft sound as those big hands skittered up her spine and stopped to cup her neck. Her tongue darted out to lick playfully at his pulse.
Neal swallowed thickly, arching his neck slightly to her mouth. "Not fair..." he whispered softly, ardor adding a slight burr to his voice.
She pulled away and nipped at Neal's jaw sympathetically. "Wanna level the playing field?" she offered. He knew all of her buttons, it was just a matter of which ones he wanted to push.
"Hmmmmm," he murmured, and slid his hand into her hair, tugging softly. "Like that?"
A soft noise fell from her lips, somewhere between a gasp and a groan. "..Mmmm..."
"...Guess we're even..." he whispered, cradling her head to his shoulder again.
She giggled softly, nuzzling into his collar. "Mmm-hmm..." Running a hand down his side, Ali looped her arms around his waist and sighed. "You know, I never realized how beautiful my world was before you were in it. Thank you for being here."
Neal swallowed again, past the lump forming in his throat. "Um...you're welcome?" he whispered hoarsely. How did one respond to something like that, really?
Concern immediately flooded Alisan and she hugged him tighter. Maybe she shouldn't have said what she said, but it was the truth. She asked a lot of him and had rarely, if ever--heard the word no. The swing slowed and she rocked back a little bit to keep the rhythm steady.
Neal tipped his head down to kiss her hair softly, and leaned back with his eyes again closed, just listening to the crickets and the soft snoring of the dogs on the lawn, feeling her pressed against him. Safety and security. Alisan.
Alisan responded lightly and lovingly, completely happy in Neal's arms. She needed him, he was her rock, her anchor. When the world was crazy, as it often was here in good old Hollyweird, the one constant was Neal, and Ali would never have words for that. "Love you..."
"...Love you too," Neal whispered, hugging her tightly.
Glee bubbled in her. No matter how many times Neal uttered those words, they were always the greatest sound she'd ever heard. The sky was getting darker and her eyes were getting heavy. Doing nothing sure made a person tired. "I wanna sleep, but I don't wanna move...can we sleep like this?"
Neal smiled gently, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position on the seat, cradling Alisan between his legs and in his arms. "Sure," he murmured softly, stroking her hair. "Sleep, love...I've got you..."
Alisan gave a little yawn and smiled as she snuggled Neal's lap murmuring wordlessly as he stroked her hair. "You s're you're comfy like that?" she asked, knowing that Neal had enough trouble sleeping without her 'help'.
"I'm okay," he reassured her quietly, pressing another soft kiss to her hair. "I'm right here."
Alisan fought sleep as long as she could, reveling in the feel of Neal and the sounds of the night...but it wasn't long before she fell into a light slumber, mumbling softly about pretty purple grass with blue sparkles.