Leigh!fic | What Dreams May Come (1/1) | Carter Clearwater-Vaisey/Grace Flynn
Title: What Dreams May Come (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Pairing: Carter Clearwater-Vaisey/Grace Flynn
Rating: PG-13
Summary Carter and Grace discuss family and lovers. All in the spirit of Christmas, of course.
Word Count: ~1,100
Author's notes: This was written as a gift for elle_blessing as part of my Summer 2014 Drabble Meme (which, yes, I realize it is now Winter 2015). The characters within come from the second-generation RPG pink_lambs, where I play Carter and Elle plays Grace. These two are always fun to play with, hun, and I hope you like!
The Friday before Christmas found Carter wandering slowly down Portobello Road, through the heart of the world-famous street market. On both sides, vendors hawked their wares. A person could find nearly anything they desired, from fresh fruits and vegetables to an antique Queen Anne's coffee table.
He made note of the vendor. His Granny might like a piece like that in her study.
For the most part, Carter was not a flea market type of bloke. His tastes in shopping ran more toward bespoke tailoring than secondhand rummaging. He had to admit, though, enjoying a lazy afternoon with a cup of hot cider in his gloved hands wasn't entirely unappealing. And the company was a pleasant amusement.
Ahead of him, a pretty blonde poked her head out of a stall, a pink silk scarf draped artfully around her face. "What do you think?" she asked with a grin. "Does it suit?" The proprietor held up a mirror, and Grace's smile grew. "I just need a pair of sunnies, and I'll look like one of those old Muggle film actresses."
Carter's lips twitched. Reaching behind her, he plucked an overly large pair of rounded black sunglasses off a mannequin and set them down on her face. "There."
The little blonde went up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. "Pretty enough to be an actress?"
"Always." He reached up to tweak her nose. "But I like my Tiny Dancer just as she is."
She pulled the sunglasses off and placed them back where they belonged. "Oh, good. I like my Piano Man, too. Especially when he humors my demands for Christmas shopping sprees." Grace tugged off the pink scarf and put it back on the shelf. "Gigi will like this better in purple, anyway."
Once the appropriate colored scarf had been purchased and stashed in a bag, she looped her arm through his and led him further into the market. "So, I'm finished with Gigi, Pace, Chance, Cole, Whitt, and Aunty Gemma. Just Uncle Dawson, Alex, and Gabe left!" She grinned impishly up at him while her hands plucked the cup out of his gloved hands. She took a sip and handed the cider back to him. "What about you?"
He shrugged. "I'm finished."
Grace blinked big blue eyes up at him. "Finished?" she asked, a hint of awe in her tone. "Already? It's still a week to Christmas!"
"I don't have an entire army to buy for like you do," Carter reminded her gently. He ducked to press a kiss to her cheek. "We have a small holiday celebration."
"What about all of your cousins?"
"I only have one." Her befuddlement was slightly amusing. "Georgie. You probably know her, she was a Hufflepuff a few years older than you. Besides her, all I have to buy for is Dad, Mum, Cass, Granny and Grandfather, and two sets of aunts and uncles. That's it."
She went quiet for a moment. Her hand slipped from the crook of his elbow down to his gloved hand, and she laced their fingers together. "That sounds lonely."
Carter laughed and squeezed her hand. "That's what all you people from large families think, but it suits us. I don't think Mum could handle it if she had to deal with any more brothers than she already has. Or sisters like Granny."
Grace had never met this Granny Carter often spoke of, but she imagined her to be a cross between the Queen and Professor McGonagall. She kinda wanted to, though, just to see what the woman was like. She leaned against his side and let her head rest on his shoulder. "I'm used to noise," she admitted softly. "I like it."
They came to an intersection, and Carter tugged her out of the middle of the road to the sidewalk. Reaching down, he tipped her face up to his. "I never said I didn't like noise," he said with a little smirk. "But quiet has its finer points."
He ducked down and pressed his lips to hers, taking his time as the kiss was long, slow, and thorough. Grace's hands slid up his chest, little gloved fingers grasping at his coat. Carter's kisses burned hot, making it harder for her to think. His touch burned even hotter, and her body warmed at the memory of him above her. Lips and hands caressing, touching, bring her to climax over and over again.
They fit. He was one of her People. A forever lover, no, but a forever friend.
"What about Paige?" she breathed in the space between them.
Carter stilled. He pulled back far enough to glance down at her, one dark brow arched in question. "What about her?"
She supposed most girls wouldn't bring up their lover's other lover in the middle of a snog. But it was different with Carter. They could talk about it -- well, she could talk. He was ridiculously close-lipped about most things, and the subject of Paige was no exception. Grace could see the way the other woman looked at him, though. She saw it.
"You should buy her something for Christmas," she said. She slipped one hand to his delectable bum and squeezed it, the corners of her eyes crinkling with her wicked grin. "She likes you. And you like her."
His lips curled. "And how do you know that, Tiny Dancer?"
Her blue eyes danced with mischief. "You only take girls you like to the champagne room."
"And how did you know about...?" Carter's smirk turned knowing. The hand on her hip slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. His lips moved to her neck, and he suckled lightly at her pulse point. "I think," he murmured, trailing kisses up and down her neck, "someone found the hidden alcove."
Grace flushed, both at his actions and at his words. She hadn't meant to. It was embarrassing to admit, even to herself, but once she'd caught a glimpse of them, she'd been unable to tear her eyes away. They were both so pretty. Watching Carter with another woman, his hands on another pair of breasts, his head between her thighs -- she shouldn't have found it so bloody arousing. Damn him.
When she spoke, her voice trembled. "Are you mad?"
Carter chuckled against her skin. "I'm not mad, Tiny Dancer." Still, his teeth nipped at her neck, leaving a quick red sting as he pulled away. "You should have joined us."
She wasn't sure if he was joking or not. Was he? Was this something she should answer seriously, or wave it off with a laugh?
"I'm not sure Paige would like that," she opted to say instead. "I don't think she'd want to share."
"You're probably right." Carter's gaze was bright as he took her hand and led her back out into the crowd. "But a man can dream."
So could a woman. Grace knew what she would dream about tonight.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Pairing: Carter Clearwater-Vaisey/Grace Flynn
Rating: PG-13
Summary Carter and Grace discuss family and lovers. All in the spirit of Christmas, of course.
Word Count: ~1,100
Author's notes: This was written as a gift for elle_blessing as part of my Summer 2014 Drabble Meme (which, yes, I realize it is now Winter 2015). The characters within come from the second-generation RPG pink_lambs, where I play Carter and Elle plays Grace. These two are always fun to play with, hun, and I hope you like!
The Friday before Christmas found Carter wandering slowly down Portobello Road, through the heart of the world-famous street market. On both sides, vendors hawked their wares. A person could find nearly anything they desired, from fresh fruits and vegetables to an antique Queen Anne's coffee table.
He made note of the vendor. His Granny might like a piece like that in her study.
For the most part, Carter was not a flea market type of bloke. His tastes in shopping ran more toward bespoke tailoring than secondhand rummaging. He had to admit, though, enjoying a lazy afternoon with a cup of hot cider in his gloved hands wasn't entirely unappealing. And the company was a pleasant amusement.
Ahead of him, a pretty blonde poked her head out of a stall, a pink silk scarf draped artfully around her face. "What do you think?" she asked with a grin. "Does it suit?" The proprietor held up a mirror, and Grace's smile grew. "I just need a pair of sunnies, and I'll look like one of those old Muggle film actresses."
Carter's lips twitched. Reaching behind her, he plucked an overly large pair of rounded black sunglasses off a mannequin and set them down on her face. "There."
The little blonde went up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. "Pretty enough to be an actress?"
"Always." He reached up to tweak her nose. "But I like my Tiny Dancer just as she is."
She pulled the sunglasses off and placed them back where they belonged. "Oh, good. I like my Piano Man, too. Especially when he humors my demands for Christmas shopping sprees." Grace tugged off the pink scarf and put it back on the shelf. "Gigi will like this better in purple, anyway."
Once the appropriate colored scarf had been purchased and stashed in a bag, she looped her arm through his and led him further into the market. "So, I'm finished with Gigi, Pace, Chance, Cole, Whitt, and Aunty Gemma. Just Uncle Dawson, Alex, and Gabe left!" She grinned impishly up at him while her hands plucked the cup out of his gloved hands. She took a sip and handed the cider back to him. "What about you?"
He shrugged. "I'm finished."
Grace blinked big blue eyes up at him. "Finished?" she asked, a hint of awe in her tone. "Already? It's still a week to Christmas!"
"I don't have an entire army to buy for like you do," Carter reminded her gently. He ducked to press a kiss to her cheek. "We have a small holiday celebration."
"What about all of your cousins?"
"I only have one." Her befuddlement was slightly amusing. "Georgie. You probably know her, she was a Hufflepuff a few years older than you. Besides her, all I have to buy for is Dad, Mum, Cass, Granny and Grandfather, and two sets of aunts and uncles. That's it."
She went quiet for a moment. Her hand slipped from the crook of his elbow down to his gloved hand, and she laced their fingers together. "That sounds lonely."
Carter laughed and squeezed her hand. "That's what all you people from large families think, but it suits us. I don't think Mum could handle it if she had to deal with any more brothers than she already has. Or sisters like Granny."
Grace had never met this Granny Carter often spoke of, but she imagined her to be a cross between the Queen and Professor McGonagall. She kinda wanted to, though, just to see what the woman was like. She leaned against his side and let her head rest on his shoulder. "I'm used to noise," she admitted softly. "I like it."
They came to an intersection, and Carter tugged her out of the middle of the road to the sidewalk. Reaching down, he tipped her face up to his. "I never said I didn't like noise," he said with a little smirk. "But quiet has its finer points."
He ducked down and pressed his lips to hers, taking his time as the kiss was long, slow, and thorough. Grace's hands slid up his chest, little gloved fingers grasping at his coat. Carter's kisses burned hot, making it harder for her to think. His touch burned even hotter, and her body warmed at the memory of him above her. Lips and hands caressing, touching, bring her to climax over and over again.
They fit. He was one of her People. A forever lover, no, but a forever friend.
"What about Paige?" she breathed in the space between them.
Carter stilled. He pulled back far enough to glance down at her, one dark brow arched in question. "What about her?"
She supposed most girls wouldn't bring up their lover's other lover in the middle of a snog. But it was different with Carter. They could talk about it -- well, she could talk. He was ridiculously close-lipped about most things, and the subject of Paige was no exception. Grace could see the way the other woman looked at him, though. She saw it.
"You should buy her something for Christmas," she said. She slipped one hand to his delectable bum and squeezed it, the corners of her eyes crinkling with her wicked grin. "She likes you. And you like her."
His lips curled. "And how do you know that, Tiny Dancer?"
Her blue eyes danced with mischief. "You only take girls you like to the champagne room."
"And how did you know about...?" Carter's smirk turned knowing. The hand on her hip slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. His lips moved to her neck, and he suckled lightly at her pulse point. "I think," he murmured, trailing kisses up and down her neck, "someone found the hidden alcove."
Grace flushed, both at his actions and at his words. She hadn't meant to. It was embarrassing to admit, even to herself, but once she'd caught a glimpse of them, she'd been unable to tear her eyes away. They were both so pretty. Watching Carter with another woman, his hands on another pair of breasts, his head between her thighs -- she shouldn't have found it so bloody arousing. Damn him.
When she spoke, her voice trembled. "Are you mad?"
Carter chuckled against her skin. "I'm not mad, Tiny Dancer." Still, his teeth nipped at her neck, leaving a quick red sting as he pulled away. "You should have joined us."
She wasn't sure if he was joking or not. Was he? Was this something she should answer seriously, or wave it off with a laugh?
"I'm not sure Paige would like that," she opted to say instead. "I don't think she'd want to share."
"You're probably right." Carter's gaze was bright as he took her hand and led her back out into the crowd. "But a man can dream."
So could a woman. Grace knew what she would dream about tonight.