ficcing makes me so happy
So, I made some headway, emphasis on some. (Not to worry, I'll be checking items off that massive list I put up a few posts back once I'm into winter break...in ten days!!)
1. I uploaded an entry for SFF to sff_ma. Yep, I wrote a little PWP...well, it had a smidgen of a plot, though I'm not sure if that came through since I was rushing to get it in before the deadline. Muchas gracias to fyrethief for convincing me to get over my embarrassment and post it. It's Raoul/Gary/Aly (O.o -- yes, I definitely feel like a sick f--- :p), set before Trickster's.
2. Although I'm nowhere near to finishing the first section of my Raoul/Buri married-life drabble collection Something Old, Something New, I thought I'd put up one section that I really liked. For fyrethief for being such a helpful muse with the SFF, and because her day was crappy.
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05. i watch your back as you walk away
Buri’s fingertips glide over his chest in time with their slow breathing, forming small, lazy circles. As they begin to move lower, he turns his head to her with a grin. “Not much more of that, darling, or I won’t be able to wake up with the miserable sunrise tomorrow. I’d almost think you were trying to keep me from meeting up with Flyn and Third Company.”
Her hair tickles his cheek as she leans on his shoulder, her fingers never pausing. “Maybe I am.” She takes his earlobe in her teeth, eliciting a groan. “Does that make me a bad person?”
Raoul shakes his head and reaches for her, drawing her close so he can kiss her properly. “Of course not. But go I must. You know how Jon is - if the daisies can break through the snow, then, damnit, so can the brave men of the Own.”
Her sigh is more pensive then playful. Raoul waits patiently. “I just don’t want to be stuck here.” She grimaces. “I sound like a spoiled brat. Goldenlake is beautiful, but . . . I’m not yet used to just sitting around at home.”
“I never asked you to resign,” Raoul says quietly.
“I know you didn’t.” She grits her teeth to keep from saying something she’ll regret. She’s not angry at him, she really isn’t. “You’re right. I chose to give up command of the Riders. It’s just going to take some adjustment.”
Raoul kisses her temple. “I know, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
A surge of warmth floods her chest; this is why she loves him so much. Her lips quirk in a small smile. “I do wish, though, that there were a way I could be out there with you.”
“Well, first you’d have to divorce me,” Raoul replies, “because only the Knight Commander is allowed to be imprisoned - ouch! - I mean, married. Furthermore, you’d have to make some . . . ah, anatomical changes to fit in with the other officers.” He tightens his arm around her. “And then I’d be back where I started - a bachelor fighting off rumors of involvement with other men.”
This makes Buri laugh. She places her head back on his shoulder, but her fingers resume their path across his chest. “I know it’s silly, but . . . one month seems longer now. I -“ She can’t believe how impractical marriage has made her. “Don’t forget about me.”
He places one large hand over hers, stroking his thumb over her wedding band. “You’re always in my thoughts, you know that. I’m the one who should be worried - here at Goldenlake all alone, you won't miss me at all. I'll soon become a distant speck in your memory.”
Her eyes glint in the darkness. She pulls him on top of her, kissing up his chest while one leg snakes around his. “Then give me a memory that’ll last me for the month.”
His hands find the curve of her back, her breast. “You’ll be the death of me, woman. Whatever will I tell my men when they see my feet dragging in the morning?”
She moans and closes her eyes as his fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head back so he can kiss her neck. “You tell them they’ll have to learn to share you with me.”
-
Raoul thoughtfully keeps his movements quiet, but he isn’t called the Giantkiller for nothing; the clatter as he picks up his sword is enough to make her stir. But Buri keeps her eyes closed, even as Raoul pads over to the bed. He strokes her arm and stares down at her for a few moments before sighing heavily and bending to kiss her cheek.
“I love you,” he murmurs before leaving the bedroom. He doesn’t shut the door, and so she can hear him moving through the hall, retrieving his cloak, assuring the maid that no, thank you, he doesn’t need any more provisions, no, not even for his men, they’ll never squeeze into their uniforms with all the delicious food. Her ears follow him through the stables, as he mounts Drum, and until the horse’s hoofbeats disappear into the distance.
Buri sighs and turns over on her side, away from her open doorway.
1. I uploaded an entry for SFF to sff_ma. Yep, I wrote a little PWP...well, it had a smidgen of a plot, though I'm not sure if that came through since I was rushing to get it in before the deadline. Muchas gracias to fyrethief for convincing me to get over my embarrassment and post it. It's Raoul/Gary/Aly (O.o -- yes, I definitely feel like a sick f--- :p), set before Trickster's.
2. Although I'm nowhere near to finishing the first section of my Raoul/Buri married-life drabble collection Something Old, Something New, I thought I'd put up one section that I really liked. For fyrethief for being such a helpful muse with the SFF, and because her day was crappy.
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05. i watch your back as you walk away
Buri’s fingertips glide over his chest in time with their slow breathing, forming small, lazy circles. As they begin to move lower, he turns his head to her with a grin. “Not much more of that, darling, or I won’t be able to wake up with the miserable sunrise tomorrow. I’d almost think you were trying to keep me from meeting up with Flyn and Third Company.”
Her hair tickles his cheek as she leans on his shoulder, her fingers never pausing. “Maybe I am.” She takes his earlobe in her teeth, eliciting a groan. “Does that make me a bad person?”
Raoul shakes his head and reaches for her, drawing her close so he can kiss her properly. “Of course not. But go I must. You know how Jon is - if the daisies can break through the snow, then, damnit, so can the brave men of the Own.”
Her sigh is more pensive then playful. Raoul waits patiently. “I just don’t want to be stuck here.” She grimaces. “I sound like a spoiled brat. Goldenlake is beautiful, but . . . I’m not yet used to just sitting around at home.”
“I never asked you to resign,” Raoul says quietly.
“I know you didn’t.” She grits her teeth to keep from saying something she’ll regret. She’s not angry at him, she really isn’t. “You’re right. I chose to give up command of the Riders. It’s just going to take some adjustment.”
Raoul kisses her temple. “I know, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
A surge of warmth floods her chest; this is why she loves him so much. Her lips quirk in a small smile. “I do wish, though, that there were a way I could be out there with you.”
“Well, first you’d have to divorce me,” Raoul replies, “because only the Knight Commander is allowed to be imprisoned - ouch! - I mean, married. Furthermore, you’d have to make some . . . ah, anatomical changes to fit in with the other officers.” He tightens his arm around her. “And then I’d be back where I started - a bachelor fighting off rumors of involvement with other men.”
This makes Buri laugh. She places her head back on his shoulder, but her fingers resume their path across his chest. “I know it’s silly, but . . . one month seems longer now. I -“ She can’t believe how impractical marriage has made her. “Don’t forget about me.”
He places one large hand over hers, stroking his thumb over her wedding band. “You’re always in my thoughts, you know that. I’m the one who should be worried - here at Goldenlake all alone, you won't miss me at all. I'll soon become a distant speck in your memory.”
Her eyes glint in the darkness. She pulls him on top of her, kissing up his chest while one leg snakes around his. “Then give me a memory that’ll last me for the month.”
His hands find the curve of her back, her breast. “You’ll be the death of me, woman. Whatever will I tell my men when they see my feet dragging in the morning?”
She moans and closes her eyes as his fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head back so he can kiss her neck. “You tell them they’ll have to learn to share you with me.”
-
Raoul thoughtfully keeps his movements quiet, but he isn’t called the Giantkiller for nothing; the clatter as he picks up his sword is enough to make her stir. But Buri keeps her eyes closed, even as Raoul pads over to the bed. He strokes her arm and stares down at her for a few moments before sighing heavily and bending to kiss her cheek.
“I love you,” he murmurs before leaving the bedroom. He doesn’t shut the door, and so she can hear him moving through the hall, retrieving his cloak, assuring the maid that no, thank you, he doesn’t need any more provisions, no, not even for his men, they’ll never squeeze into their uniforms with all the delicious food. Her ears follow him through the stables, as he mounts Drum, and until the horse’s hoofbeats disappear into the distance.
Buri sighs and turns over on her side, away from her open doorway.