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Title: Wishful Thinking
Author: Topsy/Emily
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chris/Mariska
Note: This is my first and only C/M fic. As you can see, I wrote it awhile ago, and just now decided to post it. It's nothing too special.
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March 6, 2005
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“Mishka!” Mariska heard her name called behind her and she turned, seeing Sophia Meloni running quickly toward her. Mariska grinned and bent down, holding her arms out to the blonde little girl.
“Hey Sophia,” Mariska exclaimed and pulled Sophia into her arms as she stood up again.
Sophia giggled and buried her face in Mariska’s neck quickly. When she pulled back, she grinned. “You smell good,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.
Mariska laughed and showered tiny kisses over Sophia’s cheek. “And you taste yummy!” Mariska told the little girl.
Sophia giggled and Mariska looked over her shoulder to see Chris walking toward them, carrying Dante.
“What’s up?” Chris asked her.
She smiled at him, giving him that smile she reserved only for those she loved. “Nothing. Just telling your gorgeous daughter here that she tastes good.”
Sophia grinned.
“Really?” Chris asked and then he leaned in, gobbling up the skin on his daughter’s neck.
She squealed with laughter. “Daddy!” she exclaimed and he pulled back, laughing.
“You’re right,” he replied.
Sophia sat back and looked at Mariska. She reached up and touched the earrings that twinkled in Mariska’s ears. Sophia smiled. “Pretty,” she whispered.
“Not as pretty as you!” Mariska grinned.
Sophia smiled and glanced at Chris.
He chuckled. “Watch out, Marish, you’re going to teach her to be too comfortable in her own skin like me. We’re going to have another nudist on our hands.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Mariska laughed and Sophia scrunched her eyebrows together. “Daddy, what’s a nudist?”
Chris laughed. “Nothing, baby. Ask me when you’re thirty.”
Dante giggled because everyone else was laughing and held his hands out toward Mariska, wiggling his fingers at her.
She chuckled and shifted Sophia to one hip and then reached over, taking Dante from Chris and sliding him onto her other hip. “I’ve just got my arms full of all kinds of Meloni, don’t I?” she asked.
“Not quite,” Chris said and grinned, wrapping his arms around Mariska’s waist. He picked the threesome up and twirled them around in a circle, making all four of them laugh in delight. “Now that’s an armful of Meloni,” he said and put Mariska back on her feet.
The three of them smiled at him, before Dante leaned his head against Mariska’s shoulder and sighed contentedly.
Chris chuckled. “Such a flirt.”
“Can you blame him?” Mariska asked and winked at Chris. He laughed.
Sophia wriggled against Mariska when she spotted Richard Belzer over her shoulder. “Belz! Belz!” Sophia called and Mariska helped her to the floor. Sophia dashed off to climb into Belzer’s lap.
Mariska shifted Dante in her arms, cuddling him closer. She pressed her lips to his forehead quickly and smiled at his father. “I’m running away with him,” she murmured.
Chris laughed. “He’d probably go without thinking twice.”
She grinned.
Chris reached up and cupped her cheek briefly. “You’ll make a wonderful mother.”
Tears filled her eyes for a moment and she nodded. “If it ever happens.”
“It will, Marish, give it time.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. She hoped it would happen. She and Peter had been trying for a while. And she loved Peter, she did. He made her happy. But a part of her wondered if someone was trying to punish her because in the most secret part of her heart, she wished that she could have Chris’s baby. She wished that she had met him first, before Sherman did.
Mariska immediately pushed those thoughts away and cuddled Dante closer. If there were any reasons in the world why she was glad she hadn’t met Chris first, his two wonderful children were it.
Chris leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. She licked her lips briefly, wondering if he had been able to see all of her thoughts written plainly on her face. She was no good at hiding things from him.
Chris ran his hand down her arm and smiled at her. “Come on, let’s go see what everyone is up to.”
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Finished.
Nobody has updated since November, I noticed. I was wondering if there's some place else that people are posting Chris/Mariska fics or if nobody is writing them anymore. Just curious!
Thank you!
Author: Topsy/Emily
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chris/Mariska
Note: This is my first and only C/M fic. As you can see, I wrote it awhile ago, and just now decided to post it. It's nothing too special.
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March 6, 2005
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“Mishka!” Mariska heard her name called behind her and she turned, seeing Sophia Meloni running quickly toward her. Mariska grinned and bent down, holding her arms out to the blonde little girl.
“Hey Sophia,” Mariska exclaimed and pulled Sophia into her arms as she stood up again.
Sophia giggled and buried her face in Mariska’s neck quickly. When she pulled back, she grinned. “You smell good,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.
Mariska laughed and showered tiny kisses over Sophia’s cheek. “And you taste yummy!” Mariska told the little girl.
Sophia giggled and Mariska looked over her shoulder to see Chris walking toward them, carrying Dante.
“What’s up?” Chris asked her.
She smiled at him, giving him that smile she reserved only for those she loved. “Nothing. Just telling your gorgeous daughter here that she tastes good.”
Sophia grinned.
“Really?” Chris asked and then he leaned in, gobbling up the skin on his daughter’s neck.
She squealed with laughter. “Daddy!” she exclaimed and he pulled back, laughing.
“You’re right,” he replied.
Sophia sat back and looked at Mariska. She reached up and touched the earrings that twinkled in Mariska’s ears. Sophia smiled. “Pretty,” she whispered.
“Not as pretty as you!” Mariska grinned.
Sophia smiled and glanced at Chris.
He chuckled. “Watch out, Marish, you’re going to teach her to be too comfortable in her own skin like me. We’re going to have another nudist on our hands.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Mariska laughed and Sophia scrunched her eyebrows together. “Daddy, what’s a nudist?”
Chris laughed. “Nothing, baby. Ask me when you’re thirty.”
Dante giggled because everyone else was laughing and held his hands out toward Mariska, wiggling his fingers at her.
She chuckled and shifted Sophia to one hip and then reached over, taking Dante from Chris and sliding him onto her other hip. “I’ve just got my arms full of all kinds of Meloni, don’t I?” she asked.
“Not quite,” Chris said and grinned, wrapping his arms around Mariska’s waist. He picked the threesome up and twirled them around in a circle, making all four of them laugh in delight. “Now that’s an armful of Meloni,” he said and put Mariska back on her feet.
The three of them smiled at him, before Dante leaned his head against Mariska’s shoulder and sighed contentedly.
Chris chuckled. “Such a flirt.”
“Can you blame him?” Mariska asked and winked at Chris. He laughed.
Sophia wriggled against Mariska when she spotted Richard Belzer over her shoulder. “Belz! Belz!” Sophia called and Mariska helped her to the floor. Sophia dashed off to climb into Belzer’s lap.
Mariska shifted Dante in her arms, cuddling him closer. She pressed her lips to his forehead quickly and smiled at his father. “I’m running away with him,” she murmured.
Chris laughed. “He’d probably go without thinking twice.”
She grinned.
Chris reached up and cupped her cheek briefly. “You’ll make a wonderful mother.”
Tears filled her eyes for a moment and she nodded. “If it ever happens.”
“It will, Marish, give it time.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. She hoped it would happen. She and Peter had been trying for a while. And she loved Peter, she did. He made her happy. But a part of her wondered if someone was trying to punish her because in the most secret part of her heart, she wished that she could have Chris’s baby. She wished that she had met him first, before Sherman did.
Mariska immediately pushed those thoughts away and cuddled Dante closer. If there were any reasons in the world why she was glad she hadn’t met Chris first, his two wonderful children were it.
Chris leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. She licked her lips briefly, wondering if he had been able to see all of her thoughts written plainly on her face. She was no good at hiding things from him.
Chris ran his hand down her arm and smiled at her. “Come on, let’s go see what everyone is up to.”
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Finished.
Nobody has updated since November, I noticed. I was wondering if there's some place else that people are posting Chris/Mariska fics or if nobody is writing them anymore. Just curious!
Thank you!