Prompt 46 ~ Free for All ~ Ficlets
Title: Be my Valentine
Author: Always_jbj
Rating: PG
Word Count: 216
Prompt: 46, Valentine’s Day
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Be my Valentine
There were moments, moments like this one, where it all seemed worthwhile-scrimping and saving all winter; living off bloody beans on toast in a cold, draughty rat-hole of a flat, with no heating except that which they made themselves.
He watched the emotions play across his lover’s face-wonder, joy, delight, then a slight flickering of uncertainty. Stepping closer he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist, pulling him back against his chest.
“You like it?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know-hadn’t seen the younger man wistfully eyeing it in the shop window for the last seven months.
“Like it?” Ethan breathed in disbelief. “I love it. But how...”
“It’s not hot, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Ripper assured him. “You can wear it out.” Taking the watch from his lover’s hand he gently fastened it, his fingers lingering for a fraction longer than necessary before withdrawing. “It looks good on you,” he breathed against Ethan’s ear, before pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin below.
“I didn’t get you anything,” Ethan admitted, his head lolling back against his love’s shoulder and tilting slightly to allow better access.
“Yes you did,” Giles replied, his hands pulling roughly at the other man’s shirt, tugging it free of the tight-fitting jeans. “Yes you did.”
Title: Many Happy Returns
Author: Always_jbj
Rating: MA 15+ (R)
Word Count: 428
Prompt: 46, Birthday
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Many Happy Returns
He awoke slowly; yawning as he stretched and rolled over, his arm snaking out automatically to gather his lover closer. His eyes flew open when instead of encountering the warm body he had anticipated he was met with the rustle and crunch of a brown-paper wrapped package.
Propping himself up on one elbow, and rubbing his hand roughly across his eyes to clear away the last vestiges of sleep, he examined the parcel. It was neatly tied together with string, the lumpy, odd-shaped contents having been carefully concealed beneath layers of painstakingly applied paper and a small tag hung from one end of the neatly tied bow.
‘Happy Birthday, Ripper,’ was written in beautiful, flowing script and he lifted his head to search the room for the writer only to find himself utterly alone. He sat up and leaning against the headboard, drew the parcel onto his lap to examine it further. After poking and prodding at it for a few minutes he slowly pulled the string; undoing the bow before turning the package over and uncovering the contents. Several layers of paper later he removed the last covering and stared in silent awe.
The dagger was only small, but was precisely balanced and exquisitely crafted. The edge was honed to perfection, the soft, supple leather of the hilt rose from the beautiful gold cross hilt embossed with a fine, intricate filigree and embedded with tiny ruby chips. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips as his eyes devoured the magnificent weapon. His fingers traced lovingly across its surface, uncaring when he nicked his finger on the razor-sharp edge--christening the blade with his own blood as he continued his entranced devotion.
So caught up in his admiration was he, that he failed to notice the door open. Ethan entered the tiny flat and placed the box on the table, the cake forgotten as he watched Rupert lovingly caress the dagger. Walking to the bed, he knelt and captured his lover’s hand, and bringing it to his lips he kissed the blood that ran freely from the wound. His tongue reached out to trace the cut lightly before enclosing the digit in his mouth, his tongue swirling gently. He captured his love’s eyes and slid his mouth slowly back up the injured finger, placing a soft kiss to the end of the digit before asking huskily, “So I take it you like it?” The fire in his lover’s eyes and the hungry mouth that captured his, leaving him breathless and gasping, were all the answer he required.
Author: Always_jbj
Rating: PG
Word Count: 216
Prompt: 46, Valentine’s Day
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Be my Valentine
There were moments, moments like this one, where it all seemed worthwhile-scrimping and saving all winter; living off bloody beans on toast in a cold, draughty rat-hole of a flat, with no heating except that which they made themselves.
He watched the emotions play across his lover’s face-wonder, joy, delight, then a slight flickering of uncertainty. Stepping closer he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist, pulling him back against his chest.
“You like it?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know-hadn’t seen the younger man wistfully eyeing it in the shop window for the last seven months.
“Like it?” Ethan breathed in disbelief. “I love it. But how...”
“It’s not hot, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Ripper assured him. “You can wear it out.” Taking the watch from his lover’s hand he gently fastened it, his fingers lingering for a fraction longer than necessary before withdrawing. “It looks good on you,” he breathed against Ethan’s ear, before pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin below.
“I didn’t get you anything,” Ethan admitted, his head lolling back against his love’s shoulder and tilting slightly to allow better access.
“Yes you did,” Giles replied, his hands pulling roughly at the other man’s shirt, tugging it free of the tight-fitting jeans. “Yes you did.”
Title: Many Happy Returns
Author: Always_jbj
Rating: MA 15+ (R)
Word Count: 428
Prompt: 46, Birthday
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Many Happy Returns
He awoke slowly; yawning as he stretched and rolled over, his arm snaking out automatically to gather his lover closer. His eyes flew open when instead of encountering the warm body he had anticipated he was met with the rustle and crunch of a brown-paper wrapped package.
Propping himself up on one elbow, and rubbing his hand roughly across his eyes to clear away the last vestiges of sleep, he examined the parcel. It was neatly tied together with string, the lumpy, odd-shaped contents having been carefully concealed beneath layers of painstakingly applied paper and a small tag hung from one end of the neatly tied bow.
‘Happy Birthday, Ripper,’ was written in beautiful, flowing script and he lifted his head to search the room for the writer only to find himself utterly alone. He sat up and leaning against the headboard, drew the parcel onto his lap to examine it further. After poking and prodding at it for a few minutes he slowly pulled the string; undoing the bow before turning the package over and uncovering the contents. Several layers of paper later he removed the last covering and stared in silent awe.
The dagger was only small, but was precisely balanced and exquisitely crafted. The edge was honed to perfection, the soft, supple leather of the hilt rose from the beautiful gold cross hilt embossed with a fine, intricate filigree and embedded with tiny ruby chips. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips as his eyes devoured the magnificent weapon. His fingers traced lovingly across its surface, uncaring when he nicked his finger on the razor-sharp edge--christening the blade with his own blood as he continued his entranced devotion.
So caught up in his admiration was he, that he failed to notice the door open. Ethan entered the tiny flat and placed the box on the table, the cake forgotten as he watched Rupert lovingly caress the dagger. Walking to the bed, he knelt and captured his lover’s hand, and bringing it to his lips he kissed the blood that ran freely from the wound. His tongue reached out to trace the cut lightly before enclosing the digit in his mouth, his tongue swirling gently. He captured his love’s eyes and slid his mouth slowly back up the injured finger, placing a soft kiss to the end of the digit before asking huskily, “So I take it you like it?” The fire in his lover’s eyes and the hungry mouth that captured his, leaving him breathless and gasping, were all the answer he required.