Myshuno: Miguel/Vicky
(Did you know it's been the best part of two weeks since I've posted anything? Scandalous! But I had to do something, so I wrote this, and apologise if it's not that good; I'm a little out of practise :p)
Prompt: Miguel/Vicky
Rating: Everyone - some flirting, but I just find it cute :P
Notes: Takes place when Miguel's an adult, so... like 3 sim-weeks' time?
Word Count: 684
Miguel gently pulled Vicky even closer as they rested for a while, absent-mindedly tracing his fingers over her bare back and listening to the wind whistling over the chimney of their Three Lakes honeymoon cabin.
“I think it’s going to snow,” Vicky said softly from his shoulder.
“Just as well we left so quickly after the wedding then, even if it was exhausting.”
She hummed in agreement. “And I did get to meet most of your family in that time anyway.”
“Yeah,” he said, but couldn’t help the uncertainty in his voice.
“You think I shouldn’t have met them?” she asked with a little amusement.
“Oh, I’m sure it was great for them to meet you; Grandpa Seth congratulated me like five separate times about how gorgeous you are - think he was a little surprised, though I had told everyone…” he trailed off thoughtfully. “But, er, yeah: they can be a bit… overwhelming.”
“You think so?”
“Well, yeah. You didn’t think so?” he asked, honestly a little surprised if everybody had been that well-behaved.
Vicky considered this. “Your mother seems very nice, if, er, a little hug-happy. And your brother Eddie, too? Um, Dwayne was friendly enough, and, er, Abigail…”
“Little bit forceful and opinionated?” Miguel suggested with a wry smile.
“Erm, yeah. But still nice!” she insisted. “Um, I didn’t get to talk to Trick really; I think he was with your Grandfather…?”
“Grandpa Rodney. Yeah, that sounds about right. Grandpa tends to be… a bit separate. He does approve though.”
“I also met ‘Grandpa Seth’,” she said with a smile.
“Please tell me he didn’t chat you up?”
“No; he was very nice and enthusiastic, and kind of over-keen on selling your good points to me, as though I wasn’t already convinced about my new husband.”
“You never know,” he laughed, and she affectionately rolled her eyes at him.
“Er, but I was rather disappointed not to really speak with Madison,” she said quietly, looking up at him cautiously with her beautiful brown eyes.
“Madison is very busy,” he sighed and stroked her hair.
“She’s still your twin,” she frowned unhappily. “I’ve spoken to Bella three separate times today - it probably would have been more if my cell worked up here.”
“It’s great that you have that, but… that’s just who Madison is. I don’t know any different and I didn’t expect any different. She showed up, watched, and didn’t cause any drama; could have been worse.”
Vicky just made an unsatisfied noise, but repeatedly rubbed her hand over his stomach, comforting him.
“Anyway, I’ve still got four other - slightly crazy - siblings to be getting on with.”
She gave a small laugh, “You haven’t even begun to meet my family. Try remembering all nine of my siblings’ names. And then learning how to tell Ferd and Magellan apart. And figuring out what they’ve done to your bedroom while you were absent. And did I mention my sister Adelina who joined a cult? Your family could maybe give mine a run for their money in the complex-and-a-little-crazy department, but we would win.”
“If you say so - hopefully I’ll get to meet them. And then our kids can too…”
“Is that a hint?” she smiled.
“Not if you’re too tired. We can sleep if you want. But with all that snow, we ought to keep warm…”
Vicky laughed, “You wouldn’t know cold if it took you out for dinner, but you’re right: we should do things now, because - if we are blanketed with snow tomorrow - I’m going outside, building a snowman, making a snow angel, and then looking for penguins. You don’t get enough snow in Simfield.”
Miguel contemplated this. “So, we could do all that, have a snowball fight, and then maybe we could come back inside, have some hot chocolate, and then warm ourselves back up by the fireplace…?”
She shifted over him to look him in the eye with a shy yet seductive smile, “I like your thinking, Mr Penguino.”
“I like every little thing about you, Mrs Penguino,” he grinned back and pulled her in for a kiss.
Prompt: Miguel/Vicky
Rating: Everyone - some flirting, but I just find it cute :P
Notes: Takes place when Miguel's an adult, so... like 3 sim-weeks' time?
Word Count: 684
Miguel gently pulled Vicky even closer as they rested for a while, absent-mindedly tracing his fingers over her bare back and listening to the wind whistling over the chimney of their Three Lakes honeymoon cabin.
“I think it’s going to snow,” Vicky said softly from his shoulder.
“Just as well we left so quickly after the wedding then, even if it was exhausting.”
She hummed in agreement. “And I did get to meet most of your family in that time anyway.”
“Yeah,” he said, but couldn’t help the uncertainty in his voice.
“You think I shouldn’t have met them?” she asked with a little amusement.
“Oh, I’m sure it was great for them to meet you; Grandpa Seth congratulated me like five separate times about how gorgeous you are - think he was a little surprised, though I had told everyone…” he trailed off thoughtfully. “But, er, yeah: they can be a bit… overwhelming.”
“You think so?”
“Well, yeah. You didn’t think so?” he asked, honestly a little surprised if everybody had been that well-behaved.
Vicky considered this. “Your mother seems very nice, if, er, a little hug-happy. And your brother Eddie, too? Um, Dwayne was friendly enough, and, er, Abigail…”
“Little bit forceful and opinionated?” Miguel suggested with a wry smile.
“Erm, yeah. But still nice!” she insisted. “Um, I didn’t get to talk to Trick really; I think he was with your Grandfather…?”
“Grandpa Rodney. Yeah, that sounds about right. Grandpa tends to be… a bit separate. He does approve though.”
“I also met ‘Grandpa Seth’,” she said with a smile.
“Please tell me he didn’t chat you up?”
“No; he was very nice and enthusiastic, and kind of over-keen on selling your good points to me, as though I wasn’t already convinced about my new husband.”
“You never know,” he laughed, and she affectionately rolled her eyes at him.
“Er, but I was rather disappointed not to really speak with Madison,” she said quietly, looking up at him cautiously with her beautiful brown eyes.
“Madison is very busy,” he sighed and stroked her hair.
“She’s still your twin,” she frowned unhappily. “I’ve spoken to Bella three separate times today - it probably would have been more if my cell worked up here.”
“It’s great that you have that, but… that’s just who Madison is. I don’t know any different and I didn’t expect any different. She showed up, watched, and didn’t cause any drama; could have been worse.”
Vicky just made an unsatisfied noise, but repeatedly rubbed her hand over his stomach, comforting him.
“Anyway, I’ve still got four other - slightly crazy - siblings to be getting on with.”
She gave a small laugh, “You haven’t even begun to meet my family. Try remembering all nine of my siblings’ names. And then learning how to tell Ferd and Magellan apart. And figuring out what they’ve done to your bedroom while you were absent. And did I mention my sister Adelina who joined a cult? Your family could maybe give mine a run for their money in the complex-and-a-little-crazy department, but we would win.”
“If you say so - hopefully I’ll get to meet them. And then our kids can too…”
“Is that a hint?” she smiled.
“Not if you’re too tired. We can sleep if you want. But with all that snow, we ought to keep warm…”
Vicky laughed, “You wouldn’t know cold if it took you out for dinner, but you’re right: we should do things now, because - if we are blanketed with snow tomorrow - I’m going outside, building a snowman, making a snow angel, and then looking for penguins. You don’t get enough snow in Simfield.”
Miguel contemplated this. “So, we could do all that, have a snowball fight, and then maybe we could come back inside, have some hot chocolate, and then warm ourselves back up by the fireplace…?”
She shifted over him to look him in the eye with a shy yet seductive smile, “I like your thinking, Mr Penguino.”
“I like every little thing about you, Mrs Penguino,” he grinned back and pulled her in for a kiss.