Double Drabble for Nick's B-Day
I couldn't let Nick's birthday go by without doing something. I hope we get to see more of Nick this year and in some better projects...please! Anyway, just dashed off this drabble...Happy Birthday, Nick!
Title: Je Souhaite, Revised by Courtney Gray
Pairing: M/K (what a surprise)
Rating: PG (oh well)
Note: Based this quickie on one of the few 7th season eps I could stand. If you never saw "Je Souhaite" then this will make even less sense, I regret to say.
He didn’t like to sit around naked. Even now, with both his arms, he didn’t like it. Even for sex. He usually didn’t have the time. So if it wasn’t for one of the rare occasions when he had the luxury or inclination to strip down and fuck, it often meant he was about to be tortured. However, in this instance, neither was the case.
He rose and padded across the warm, gold-flecked tiles to the tall, wide balcony and gazed down at the gardens. The focal point was a series of arching alabaster fountains that spilled their veils of water into three crescent shaped pools, the patter of the falling water a steady counterpoint to the chirping of birds.
Delicate white and pink blossoms covered the almond trees that bordered winding sandstone paths. Lemon and tangerine trees, laden with fruit, mingled with flowering shrubs that painted the landscape with artful dabs of scarlet, violet and amber, made even more vivid by a verdant carpet of manicured grass.
The lush scent of citrus and hyacinth wafted on a sultry breeze.
The late morning sun bathed the sprawling gardens in golden light and cast lacy patterns through the trees. The sky was a pristine turquoise dome, cloudless and serene.
Alex Krycek had seen many places in the world; this place was one of the most beautiful. He shook his head and turned back towards the room. He rubbed his left elbow and paused, looking down at his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingers.
Perhaps it would've been easier if he didn't remember it all. But then it would not feel so precious, or so incredible. Well, it hadn't been up to him in any case. None of this had been up to him.
A noise drew his attention to the arched doorway on the other side of the spacious room.
"Have I told you how much I really like your ensemble?" quipped Mulder as he walked through the double doors. He carried an ornate crystal decanter in one hand and two wine glasses in the other.
"What the hell happened to my clothes, Mulder?" he replied.
"That's Djinn humor for you. She said I didn't specify that we had to be wearing clothes." Mulder gestured to his own nudity with a downward gaze. "Did save us some time though," he added with a wag of his eyebrows. He walked over to the round king-sized bed, smiling at the rumpled pile of deep blue satin sheets and pillows as he set the bottle and glasses on the marble-topped table near the bed A stately gold vase held a flower arrangement of bird of paradise and irises framed by shiny green fronds.
Mulder poured the wine and crossed the room to Krycek, holding out one of the glasses.
"Are you saying there isn't a single piece of clothing in this entire…palace?"
"Djinn humor," repeated Mulder. "I tried to be as specific as I could. It didn't give her much wiggle room." He shrugged. "Well, it's not like the weather isn't perfect for walking around in the buff." He raised the offered glass a little higher. The wine was the color of rubies in the sun.
"I don't like being…naked." Krycek glared back at him, took the wine and gulped down a swallow. A moment later, as the deep, silken rich flavor of it registered, he looked at the glass with raised eyebrows. "That's the best wine I've ever tasted."
"Jenn's private reserve. She told me it's been a Djinn favorite for centuries, from some monastery in southern Italy that was sacked a couple of hundred years ago. She kept a few cases tucked away. Cunning woman."
Krycek took another, more reverent swallow. It was distracting. He shook his head slightly and glared at Mulder again. "Clothes."
"Party pooper. Okay, okay. I'm sure there's a trunk or closet with something we can wear somewhere around here."
"It could take days to search this place!"
Mulder smiled shyly. "C'mon, Alex, do you really want to get dressed right now?"
Krycek was trying not to look anywhere below Mulder's chin. It was too tempting. "I'm not used to this…this…"
"Idyllic happiness and sybaritic joy? Making love instead of grabbing a quick, nameless fuck?" supplied Mulder.
Krycek couldn't quite mask a smile. "What if something happens and we've got to make a run for it or we're under attack or…"
"Not gonna happen. I told you, I was very specific. Well, except for the clothes part." Mulder closed the distance between them and clinked their glasses together. "No more fighting. No Consortium. No such things as aliens. All gone. Never existed. Poof."
"You calling me a poof?" smirked Alex.
"Two naked poofs make for idyllic happiness and sybaritic joy," replied Mulder deadpan.
"I still can't believe it." Krycek's voice was a whisper and his green eyes were solemn.
Mulder took his hand and slowly led them out to the balcony railing. He looked down at the gardens. There, sitting on the wide alabaster lip of one of the crescent pools sat a dark-haired woman. She smiled up at them and raised the goblet of ruby-red wine she held.
"Damn, Mulder, we're naked."
Mulder chuckled. "Jenn's been around for a couple of millennia. I can safely predict she's seen it all. We're really going to have to work on that body consciousness thing of yours, Alex."
"I'm not going to turn into an exhibitionist like you, Mulder." He paused, as if reflecting. "But give it your best shot."
Mulder chuckled again and raised his glass to the woman. "Thank you, Jenn," he said softly.
Krycek raised his glass towards her as well. It would take him time, perhaps a long time, to fully accept the reality of their circumstances. This wished-for dream come true. "The genie in the bottle," he murmured as he gazed at the lovely woman who nodded towards them and rose, leaving her glass behind, as she began walking leisurely in the direction of the ornate gates in the distance that led to the rest of the world.
"Technically, she was in a rug, not a bottle."
"What is she going to do now?"
Mulder's smile grew. "Anything she wants."
Krycek found the evidence of a Djinn granting Mulder his wishes to be easier to accept than the fact that Mulder had included *him* in them. As if reading his mind, Mulder turned towards him, their hands still clasped.
"I do want you here, Alex, more than anything, more than anyone else. It may have taken an Alien War to end all wars, but I finally know what's important, what I really want in my life. My friends and my world are safe. And you're here beside me. You'll believe it, too, in time."
Unable to resist a moment longer, Alex touched his lips to Mulder's, sealing his lover's words in a kiss.
Much to his amazement, it seemed that all of Alex Krycek's wishes had come true as well.
--The End--
Title: Je Souhaite, Revised by Courtney Gray
Pairing: M/K (what a surprise)
Rating: PG (oh well)
Note: Based this quickie on one of the few 7th season eps I could stand. If you never saw "Je Souhaite" then this will make even less sense, I regret to say.
He didn’t like to sit around naked. Even now, with both his arms, he didn’t like it. Even for sex. He usually didn’t have the time. So if it wasn’t for one of the rare occasions when he had the luxury or inclination to strip down and fuck, it often meant he was about to be tortured. However, in this instance, neither was the case.
He rose and padded across the warm, gold-flecked tiles to the tall, wide balcony and gazed down at the gardens. The focal point was a series of arching alabaster fountains that spilled their veils of water into three crescent shaped pools, the patter of the falling water a steady counterpoint to the chirping of birds.
Delicate white and pink blossoms covered the almond trees that bordered winding sandstone paths. Lemon and tangerine trees, laden with fruit, mingled with flowering shrubs that painted the landscape with artful dabs of scarlet, violet and amber, made even more vivid by a verdant carpet of manicured grass.
The lush scent of citrus and hyacinth wafted on a sultry breeze.
The late morning sun bathed the sprawling gardens in golden light and cast lacy patterns through the trees. The sky was a pristine turquoise dome, cloudless and serene.
Alex Krycek had seen many places in the world; this place was one of the most beautiful. He shook his head and turned back towards the room. He rubbed his left elbow and paused, looking down at his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingers.
Perhaps it would've been easier if he didn't remember it all. But then it would not feel so precious, or so incredible. Well, it hadn't been up to him in any case. None of this had been up to him.
A noise drew his attention to the arched doorway on the other side of the spacious room.
"Have I told you how much I really like your ensemble?" quipped Mulder as he walked through the double doors. He carried an ornate crystal decanter in one hand and two wine glasses in the other.
"What the hell happened to my clothes, Mulder?" he replied.
"That's Djinn humor for you. She said I didn't specify that we had to be wearing clothes." Mulder gestured to his own nudity with a downward gaze. "Did save us some time though," he added with a wag of his eyebrows. He walked over to the round king-sized bed, smiling at the rumpled pile of deep blue satin sheets and pillows as he set the bottle and glasses on the marble-topped table near the bed A stately gold vase held a flower arrangement of bird of paradise and irises framed by shiny green fronds.
Mulder poured the wine and crossed the room to Krycek, holding out one of the glasses.
"Are you saying there isn't a single piece of clothing in this entire…palace?"
"Djinn humor," repeated Mulder. "I tried to be as specific as I could. It didn't give her much wiggle room." He shrugged. "Well, it's not like the weather isn't perfect for walking around in the buff." He raised the offered glass a little higher. The wine was the color of rubies in the sun.
"I don't like being…naked." Krycek glared back at him, took the wine and gulped down a swallow. A moment later, as the deep, silken rich flavor of it registered, he looked at the glass with raised eyebrows. "That's the best wine I've ever tasted."
"Jenn's private reserve. She told me it's been a Djinn favorite for centuries, from some monastery in southern Italy that was sacked a couple of hundred years ago. She kept a few cases tucked away. Cunning woman."
Krycek took another, more reverent swallow. It was distracting. He shook his head slightly and glared at Mulder again. "Clothes."
"Party pooper. Okay, okay. I'm sure there's a trunk or closet with something we can wear somewhere around here."
"It could take days to search this place!"
Mulder smiled shyly. "C'mon, Alex, do you really want to get dressed right now?"
Krycek was trying not to look anywhere below Mulder's chin. It was too tempting. "I'm not used to this…this…"
"Idyllic happiness and sybaritic joy? Making love instead of grabbing a quick, nameless fuck?" supplied Mulder.
Krycek couldn't quite mask a smile. "What if something happens and we've got to make a run for it or we're under attack or…"
"Not gonna happen. I told you, I was very specific. Well, except for the clothes part." Mulder closed the distance between them and clinked their glasses together. "No more fighting. No Consortium. No such things as aliens. All gone. Never existed. Poof."
"You calling me a poof?" smirked Alex.
"Two naked poofs make for idyllic happiness and sybaritic joy," replied Mulder deadpan.
"I still can't believe it." Krycek's voice was a whisper and his green eyes were solemn.
Mulder took his hand and slowly led them out to the balcony railing. He looked down at the gardens. There, sitting on the wide alabaster lip of one of the crescent pools sat a dark-haired woman. She smiled up at them and raised the goblet of ruby-red wine she held.
"Damn, Mulder, we're naked."
Mulder chuckled. "Jenn's been around for a couple of millennia. I can safely predict she's seen it all. We're really going to have to work on that body consciousness thing of yours, Alex."
"I'm not going to turn into an exhibitionist like you, Mulder." He paused, as if reflecting. "But give it your best shot."
Mulder chuckled again and raised his glass to the woman. "Thank you, Jenn," he said softly.
Krycek raised his glass towards her as well. It would take him time, perhaps a long time, to fully accept the reality of their circumstances. This wished-for dream come true. "The genie in the bottle," he murmured as he gazed at the lovely woman who nodded towards them and rose, leaving her glass behind, as she began walking leisurely in the direction of the ornate gates in the distance that led to the rest of the world.
"Technically, she was in a rug, not a bottle."
"What is she going to do now?"
Mulder's smile grew. "Anything she wants."
Krycek found the evidence of a Djinn granting Mulder his wishes to be easier to accept than the fact that Mulder had included *him* in them. As if reading his mind, Mulder turned towards him, their hands still clasped.
"I do want you here, Alex, more than anything, more than anyone else. It may have taken an Alien War to end all wars, but I finally know what's important, what I really want in my life. My friends and my world are safe. And you're here beside me. You'll believe it, too, in time."
Unable to resist a moment longer, Alex touched his lips to Mulder's, sealing his lover's words in a kiss.
Much to his amazement, it seemed that all of Alex Krycek's wishes had come true as well.
--The End--