Sparkling
Title: Sparkling
Author: kmmerc
Pairing: Finch/Reese
Rating: PG
Word Count: 559
Sweet and silly
Sparkling
John lay on the couch, resting his head on Finch’s good leg. Finch was making good use of him being there - his head made a fine prop for his computer tablet. John wondered if Finch even realized how often his free hand reached down to stroke his hair and ear. John’s head was turned to the side so he could watch television. Not quite an infomercial this time, but close enough. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he liked watching QVC and the like. He really only watched the segments that sold gemstones. Garnets, amethysts, tourmaline, opals, citrine, peridot - there was something about watching the twirling, sparkling gems that washed away some of stress. Resting his head on his lover’s lap didn’t hurt, either. Finch had taken to calling him ‘his little magpie’, amused by the way the shiny objects captivated him.
“How much am I worth to you, Harold?” John asked sleepily, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Several minutes passed before Finch could speak. John tilted his head, his eyes resting on his partner’s face. Finch’s cheeks were red and his eyes suspiciously damp.
“John, I love you more than life, itself. I would give up every penny I own to keep you” answered Finch.
John sighed happily and shifted upward for a kiss.
One week later…
In John’s spot at the work tables sat a wooden box, not that much bigger than a loaf of bread. The oak had a mellow gleam, shined by countless years and countless hands. The fittings were copper, colored verdigris. Finch looked up and couldn’t contain his grin.
“It’s not my birthday. Or our anniversary” stated John.
“Go ahead, open it!” Finch looked like nothing more than a slightly depraved schoolboy as he handed John the large, ornate key.
John opened the lid, finding first a folded square of black velvet. He slid it off, revealing the contents.
The box was filled to the brim, rubies jostling diamonds, emeralds elbowing sapphires and opals. Any square spot was filled with Spanish doubloons. John picked up a small white silk bag and emptied it onto the velvet square. Out spilled natural pearls of every size and color. John gently poked the pearls with the tip of his finger, sliding them into a gorgeous spiral.
“Harold...Thank you!”
Harold smiled and handed John a jeweler’s loop so he could examine his toys more closely. It was only when John seemed satisfied that he pulled out a large bag and placed it on the table.
“I’ve got something else we can play with!” he said with a wink, which, for Harold, somehow involved both eyes. He fished out two black strips of fabric and handed one to John.
“An eye patch?” laughed John, who dove into the bag himself, retrieving two tricorn hats decorated with large feathers, two toy cutlasses and a talking stuffed parrot. There were also several lengths of silken rope, which John examined with a gleam in his eye. At the bottom of the bag rolled a Sharpie pen, which he held up to Finch. “What’s this for?” Finch’s face turned a deep shade of red. “I thought it…it…might be appropriate to draw a treasure map on your...stomach” he stammered
“Only if you let me draw a mermaid on you!” John answered with a grin.
“Aye, me hearty!” snickered Finch.
Author: kmmerc
Pairing: Finch/Reese
Rating: PG
Word Count: 559
Sweet and silly
Sparkling
John lay on the couch, resting his head on Finch’s good leg. Finch was making good use of him being there - his head made a fine prop for his computer tablet. John wondered if Finch even realized how often his free hand reached down to stroke his hair and ear. John’s head was turned to the side so he could watch television. Not quite an infomercial this time, but close enough. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he liked watching QVC and the like. He really only watched the segments that sold gemstones. Garnets, amethysts, tourmaline, opals, citrine, peridot - there was something about watching the twirling, sparkling gems that washed away some of stress. Resting his head on his lover’s lap didn’t hurt, either. Finch had taken to calling him ‘his little magpie’, amused by the way the shiny objects captivated him.
“How much am I worth to you, Harold?” John asked sleepily, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Several minutes passed before Finch could speak. John tilted his head, his eyes resting on his partner’s face. Finch’s cheeks were red and his eyes suspiciously damp.
“John, I love you more than life, itself. I would give up every penny I own to keep you” answered Finch.
John sighed happily and shifted upward for a kiss.
One week later…
In John’s spot at the work tables sat a wooden box, not that much bigger than a loaf of bread. The oak had a mellow gleam, shined by countless years and countless hands. The fittings were copper, colored verdigris. Finch looked up and couldn’t contain his grin.
“It’s not my birthday. Or our anniversary” stated John.
“Go ahead, open it!” Finch looked like nothing more than a slightly depraved schoolboy as he handed John the large, ornate key.
John opened the lid, finding first a folded square of black velvet. He slid it off, revealing the contents.
The box was filled to the brim, rubies jostling diamonds, emeralds elbowing sapphires and opals. Any square spot was filled with Spanish doubloons. John picked up a small white silk bag and emptied it onto the velvet square. Out spilled natural pearls of every size and color. John gently poked the pearls with the tip of his finger, sliding them into a gorgeous spiral.
“Harold...Thank you!”
Harold smiled and handed John a jeweler’s loop so he could examine his toys more closely. It was only when John seemed satisfied that he pulled out a large bag and placed it on the table.
“I’ve got something else we can play with!” he said with a wink, which, for Harold, somehow involved both eyes. He fished out two black strips of fabric and handed one to John.
“An eye patch?” laughed John, who dove into the bag himself, retrieving two tricorn hats decorated with large feathers, two toy cutlasses and a talking stuffed parrot. There were also several lengths of silken rope, which John examined with a gleam in his eye. At the bottom of the bag rolled a Sharpie pen, which he held up to Finch. “What’s this for?” Finch’s face turned a deep shade of red. “I thought it…it…might be appropriate to draw a treasure map on your...stomach” he stammered
“Only if you let me draw a mermaid on you!” John answered with a grin.
“Aye, me hearty!” snickered Finch.