Leigh!fic | Under The Mistletoe (1/1) | Marcus Flint/Katie Bell
Title: Under the Mistletoe (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Marcus Flint/Katie Bell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~550
Summary: Marcus hated Christmas. Katie loved the holiday. Of course.
Author’s Notes: This was written for posting at hp_humpdrabbles. This is set in the same universe as The Ink Under My Skin -- more Marcus/Katie goodness, with a wee mention of Lucy on the side. :)
"This is ridiculous, Bell," Marcus growled as he stalked down the corridor toward the living room. "You, woman, are bloody ridiculous."
Christmas had never been something he celebrated. After his parents had died, he'd gone through the motions for his wee sister. Lucy was too young to know there was no such thing as Father Christmas, and that the whole "Christmas spirit" shtick was a crock of shite. She adored the holiday. Marcus... not so much.
And of course, he'd had to go and find a woman who was just as batty about Christmas as his little sister.
The zeal with which Katie threw herself into decorating their house for the holidays was frightening. He'd know she was a driven woman -- hell, she'd gotten him out of prison and landed the Puddlemere captaincy without breaking a sweat -- but he hadn't truly been prepared for this. A merry fire crackling in the fireplace. Lights all over the bloody house. Gingerbread and mulled wine -- who drank mulled wine? No one, that was who.
She'd dragged a gigantic tree through the front door, trimmed the stairs with garland, and huge a wreath on the front door. For all that the home was Marcus's family home, it was, without a doubt, one-hundred percent home of Katie Bell.
"Do we really have to have a par..." Marcus froze mid-sentence when he walked into the living room. His girlfriend was perched atop a ladder, hanging bits of greenery from the chandelier. While he might have said something along the lines of, "Be careful," the words didn't come out. Instead, his gaze was drawn to her slender legs, the hem of her little red dress riding high on her pale thighs. The dip of her dress, the swell of her breasts emphasized by the way she held her arms up over her head.
Merlin. He swallowed and tried to ignore the blood rushing to his groin.
"Yes, Marcus, we have to have a party." Her work done, Katie brushed her hands together and swiveled around on the ladder. Bare feet stepped gingerly as she delicately made her way down. Pausing for a moment to ogle her arse, Marcus crossed to support the ladder.
Katie stepped onto the floor and turned to face him, and his lips curled as he looked down at her. From his vantage point, she was caged quite nicely in his arms. "More greenery, woman?" he rumbled. "Did we really need it?"
Her lips twitched. Reaching up, Katie touched the tip of one finger to his chin and directed his gaze upward. "Mistletoe," she said impishly. "What party would be complete without it?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Marcus pulled her against him. "Any excuse for a snog is fine by me." His gaze slid to her neckline. Her dress was lovely, but it would look much better on the floor. Katie always looked best naked. "What time does this thing start?"
She hummed and ran her hands over his waist. "Eight. We've still got two hours or so until anyone shows up..."
"Perfect." Marcus ducked his head to kiss her, one hand cupping her shapely arse. "I've got a better idea than snogging of what to do under your bloody mistletoe."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Marcus Flint/Katie Bell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~550
Summary: Marcus hated Christmas. Katie loved the holiday. Of course.
Author’s Notes: This was written for posting at hp_humpdrabbles. This is set in the same universe as The Ink Under My Skin -- more Marcus/Katie goodness, with a wee mention of Lucy on the side. :)
"This is ridiculous, Bell," Marcus growled as he stalked down the corridor toward the living room. "You, woman, are bloody ridiculous."
Christmas had never been something he celebrated. After his parents had died, he'd gone through the motions for his wee sister. Lucy was too young to know there was no such thing as Father Christmas, and that the whole "Christmas spirit" shtick was a crock of shite. She adored the holiday. Marcus... not so much.
And of course, he'd had to go and find a woman who was just as batty about Christmas as his little sister.
The zeal with which Katie threw herself into decorating their house for the holidays was frightening. He'd know she was a driven woman -- hell, she'd gotten him out of prison and landed the Puddlemere captaincy without breaking a sweat -- but he hadn't truly been prepared for this. A merry fire crackling in the fireplace. Lights all over the bloody house. Gingerbread and mulled wine -- who drank mulled wine? No one, that was who.
She'd dragged a gigantic tree through the front door, trimmed the stairs with garland, and huge a wreath on the front door. For all that the home was Marcus's family home, it was, without a doubt, one-hundred percent home of Katie Bell.
"Do we really have to have a par..." Marcus froze mid-sentence when he walked into the living room. His girlfriend was perched atop a ladder, hanging bits of greenery from the chandelier. While he might have said something along the lines of, "Be careful," the words didn't come out. Instead, his gaze was drawn to her slender legs, the hem of her little red dress riding high on her pale thighs. The dip of her dress, the swell of her breasts emphasized by the way she held her arms up over her head.
Merlin. He swallowed and tried to ignore the blood rushing to his groin.
"Yes, Marcus, we have to have a party." Her work done, Katie brushed her hands together and swiveled around on the ladder. Bare feet stepped gingerly as she delicately made her way down. Pausing for a moment to ogle her arse, Marcus crossed to support the ladder.
Katie stepped onto the floor and turned to face him, and his lips curled as he looked down at her. From his vantage point, she was caged quite nicely in his arms. "More greenery, woman?" he rumbled. "Did we really need it?"
Her lips twitched. Reaching up, Katie touched the tip of one finger to his chin and directed his gaze upward. "Mistletoe," she said impishly. "What party would be complete without it?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Marcus pulled her against him. "Any excuse for a snog is fine by me." His gaze slid to her neckline. Her dress was lovely, but it would look much better on the floor. Katie always looked best naked. "What time does this thing start?"
She hummed and ran her hands over his waist. "Eight. We've still got two hours or so until anyone shows up..."
"Perfect." Marcus ducked his head to kiss her, one hand cupping her shapely arse. "I've got a better idea than snogging of what to do under your bloody mistletoe."