Under Different Circumstances 207/?
Title: Under Different Circumstances
Chapter 207/?: Christmas Presents
Characters: Jean-Pierre, Vincent
Genre: Romance, humour,
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: Jean-PierrexVincent
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: Vincent is impatient to open his Christmas presents.
Under Different Circumstances
Christmas Presents
More from the Winter AU
Under Different Circumstances
Christmas Presents
Usually, they exchanged Christmas presents, their presents for each other, when they were up north, at the chalet. It had worked for the past couple of years, but when Vincent woke up, this year, on December 25th, he felt giddier than usual.
He turned around in bed, and looked at his dormant husband. He smiled to himself and observed him sleeping, for a while. They would be spending the day with their family, at their father’s, for Christmas dinner and he looked forward to it. However, right now, he really wanted to open a present.
“Chéri, wake up.” He nudged Jean-Pierre’s shoulder. His lover grunted and turned over. “Jean-Pierre, come on, up you get.” He insisted. He heard Jean-Pierre sigh and watched him pull the covers over him, a clear sign he did not want to be bothered.
“Come on, wake up, I want my presents.” Finally, Jean-Pierre cracked one bleary, blue eye and stared at him.
And then he closed it again and went back to sleep.
“Jean-Pierre!”
“Quoi?!”/ “What?!”
“Wake up.” He reiterated. “I want my presents.” He mumbled. His lover looked at him and frowned.
“Non. On fait l’échange, le 27, au chalet. R’tourne te coucher.”/ “No. We’re doing the exchange, on the 27th, at the chalet. Go back to bed.”
“No. Jeaaaan! C’m’on, one present.”
“Le 27.”/ “The 27th.”
“Pleaaaase?”
“Non.”/ “No.”
“Pretty please?” He shook his arm and got closer, insisting.
“T’as quel âge, crisse? J’ai dit non.”/ “How old are you, Christ? I said no.”
“Pretty, pretty please?”
“Non.”
“Pleaaaaaaaase, oh wonderful husband of mine, whom I love and cherish.”
“C’pas en me faisant des compliments que j’vais dire oui.”/ “It’s not by complimenting me that I’ll say yes.” Vincent pouted.
“You’re no fun.”
“C’t’ait ton idée de faire notre échange au chalet.”/ “It was your idea to do the exchange at the chalet.”
“That was then, this is now.”
“Non.”/ “No.”
“Meanie!”
“Bonne nuit, Vincent.”/ “Good night, Vincent.”
“Just one present, please! And then I’ll wait ‘til the twenty-seventh.” Jean-Pierre was quiet and Vincent thought he had fallen back asleep.
“Un, pis tu m’laisse dormir?”/ “One and you’ll let me sleep?”
“Oui. But you have to tell me where they are. I couldn’t find them… again.”/ “Yes…” Jean-Pierre rolled his eyes, not even surprised.
“Dans la cuisine, derrière la farine. Petite boîte verte.”/ “In the kitchen, behind the flour. Little green box.” He finally admitted.
“You’re the best!” Vincent declared, kissing his cheek, before bolting out of bed and running to the kitchen, to find his present.
By the time he returned to their bedroom, Jean-Pierre was fast asleep, once more.
OWARI 207
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: December 18th 2013, 9:27pm
Finished writing: December 18th 2013, 9:52pm
Started typing: February 17th 2014, 6:18pm
Finished typing: February 17th 2014, 6:29pm
Chapter 207/?: Christmas Presents
Characters: Jean-Pierre, Vincent
Genre: Romance, humour,
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: Jean-PierrexVincent
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: Vincent is impatient to open his Christmas presents.
Under Different Circumstances
Christmas Presents
More from the Winter AU
Under Different Circumstances
Christmas Presents
Usually, they exchanged Christmas presents, their presents for each other, when they were up north, at the chalet. It had worked for the past couple of years, but when Vincent woke up, this year, on December 25th, he felt giddier than usual.
He turned around in bed, and looked at his dormant husband. He smiled to himself and observed him sleeping, for a while. They would be spending the day with their family, at their father’s, for Christmas dinner and he looked forward to it. However, right now, he really wanted to open a present.
“Chéri, wake up.” He nudged Jean-Pierre’s shoulder. His lover grunted and turned over. “Jean-Pierre, come on, up you get.” He insisted. He heard Jean-Pierre sigh and watched him pull the covers over him, a clear sign he did not want to be bothered.
“Come on, wake up, I want my presents.” Finally, Jean-Pierre cracked one bleary, blue eye and stared at him.
And then he closed it again and went back to sleep.
“Jean-Pierre!”
“Quoi?!”/ “What?!”
“Wake up.” He reiterated. “I want my presents.” He mumbled. His lover looked at him and frowned.
“Non. On fait l’échange, le 27, au chalet. R’tourne te coucher.”/ “No. We’re doing the exchange, on the 27th, at the chalet. Go back to bed.”
“No. Jeaaaan! C’m’on, one present.”
“Le 27.”/ “The 27th.”
“Pleaaaase?”
“Non.”/ “No.”
“Pretty please?” He shook his arm and got closer, insisting.
“T’as quel âge, crisse? J’ai dit non.”/ “How old are you, Christ? I said no.”
“Pretty, pretty please?”
“Non.”
“Pleaaaaaaaase, oh wonderful husband of mine, whom I love and cherish.”
“C’pas en me faisant des compliments que j’vais dire oui.”/ “It’s not by complimenting me that I’ll say yes.” Vincent pouted.
“You’re no fun.”
“C’t’ait ton idée de faire notre échange au chalet.”/ “It was your idea to do the exchange at the chalet.”
“That was then, this is now.”
“Non.”/ “No.”
“Meanie!”
“Bonne nuit, Vincent.”/ “Good night, Vincent.”
“Just one present, please! And then I’ll wait ‘til the twenty-seventh.” Jean-Pierre was quiet and Vincent thought he had fallen back asleep.
“Un, pis tu m’laisse dormir?”/ “One and you’ll let me sleep?”
“Oui. But you have to tell me where they are. I couldn’t find them… again.”/ “Yes…” Jean-Pierre rolled his eyes, not even surprised.
“Dans la cuisine, derrière la farine. Petite boîte verte.”/ “In the kitchen, behind the flour. Little green box.” He finally admitted.
“You’re the best!” Vincent declared, kissing his cheek, before bolting out of bed and running to the kitchen, to find his present.
By the time he returned to their bedroom, Jean-Pierre was fast asleep, once more.
OWARI 207
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: December 18th 2013, 9:27pm
Finished writing: December 18th 2013, 9:52pm
Started typing: February 17th 2014, 6:18pm
Finished typing: February 17th 2014, 6:29pm