Sparktober Bingo: Anniversary
Fic: Bon Anniversaire
Author: xakliaaeryn
Rating: PG
Prompt: Anniversary
Summary: After al this time, Elizabeth can still amaze him.
Author's notes: Ok, this is my second offering to the Sparktober table, hopefully it's better than the random hands one I did. :-) Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Anniversary
It amazed him. After tens years of knowing each other, six years of being together (not withstanding a two year ‘break’ where she had been MIA) and three being married, she could still surprise him.
It was their third wedding anniversary and he had been away from their quarters all day dealing with one emergency after another despite him having booked the day off as holiday; the joys of being in command. He had planned on spending the day with her, preferably in bed, however he had a picnic on the south pier planned as a back-up in case she wanted to do something else.
It seemed however, that Elizabeth had managed to keep herself busy in his absence, but not in the way he had anticipated. The reports he expected to be glued to her hands were tossed to his side of the bed, forgotten and a widescreen laptop was perched on a bed tray at the foot of the bed with a movie playing on it, however that too looked like it had been forgotten.
John took Elizabeth ‘at rest’ in; starting from her feet which were covered in the fluffiest, most colourful socks he had ever seen (and as a matter of fact had never seen in Elizabeth’s wardrobe). Next were the legs which were in a worn comfy pair of jogging bottoms then the torso which he noted wore his favourite t-shirt (hers as well apparently) hidden beneath her fluffy lilac dressing gown.
What caught his eye, however, was the ball of bright multi-coloured wool by her side, the yarn of which extended up to her hands and some…thing she appeared to be making with some sort of needle.
“Hi honey,” he greeted warily from his position just inside the door.
She looked up at him with a grin, looking happier and de-stressed than he had seen her in a long time, “Hey!” Then looked back down at the project in her hand.
“What ya doin’?” He asked as he slowly approached the bed.
“Same as I do every day, Pinky, try to take over the world,” she joked, glancing up from her work to grin at him and see his reaction.
“Very funny,” he replied as he sat down next to her on the bed, his back to the laptop and the graveyard of data pads before him.
“I thought so,” she sounded proud of herself. To be fair, it wasn’t like her to come up with such an obscure reference off the cuff.
“Right, so who are you and what have you done with my wife?” He asked, still feeling like he was missing some vital piece of this puzzle. He looked back over his shoulder at the movie and saw it was Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr in it; one of Elizabeth’s favourites, but she didn’t seem to be watching it. “No, seriously, what are you doing? ‘coz I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone or something,” He held his hands up in defeat.
“Ok, I’ll tell you,” she conceded, putting down her woollen…thing and looking up at him with a cheeky look on her face. Her gaze dropped to his lips as she crooked a finger at him, signalling him to come closer, “After you give me some of that sugar you’re so good at giving me.”
He gave her a weird look even as he moved closer to her and kissed her, intending for it to be short and sweet, but Elizabeth’s intentions were different as she deepened it and wrapped a hand around the base of his head. He groaned in surprise and let her have her way with him (not that he wasn’t enjoying himself of course). He lifted his hands up in a helpless gesture and she laughed against his lips but not letting him go just yet. After another few seconds she pulled back with a satisfied smirk on her face as he licked his lips and hummed in the aftermath.
“Umm…ok, that was…great, but…”
“I’m crocheting,” she told him, returning to the project. “Kate came round this afternoon with these,” she jutted her chin towards her feet, making him look down, then wiggled her toes while she concentrated on what her hands were doing. “Bless her, she made them for me. Heard me complain about having cold feet on Monday and whipped up a pair of the comfiest socks I have ever had the pleasure of wearing,” she informed him.
“Monday?! She made you a pair of socks in two days?!”
“Yeah, she’s a really good knitter,” she explained. “Anyway, we got to talking and I told her how much I missed doing crochet so she…”
“Woah! Wait a minute! Since when have you done crochet?”
“Since I was about 15, my best friend’s mother taught me. It’s a very good means of distraction, helped get me through some tough times at college. I stopped when I came here because…well, lets face it, when we first came through we were only allowed one personal item and that would have lasted about…a week?” She stopped and thought about it. “Maybe two, we were very busy in that first week after all,” she looked up at him and must have seen the utter confusion on his face. “So anyway, Teyla managed to bring us some spun, dyed wool from some sort of…sheep that’s the size of a yak,” he nodded, he had seen those things, they really were huge and quite impressive to see in herds from the air. “And Kate and a few others have been clacking away for the last two or three weeks. When she found out that I used to do it too, she brought me some of the wool, a crochet hook and a few patterns and left me to it,” she finished, seemingly struggling to push the hook through a stitch.
“Right…” he took a deep breath. “So, what are you making?” He saw her stop and a huge grin start to spread over her face. He watched her bite her lip and pick something up from beside her, holding it up next to the item still on the hook.
It was a pair of baby booties.
K
Author: xakliaaeryn
Rating: PG
Prompt: Anniversary
Summary: After al this time, Elizabeth can still amaze him.
Author's notes: Ok, this is my second offering to the Sparktober table, hopefully it's better than the random hands one I did. :-) Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Anniversary
It amazed him. After tens years of knowing each other, six years of being together (not withstanding a two year ‘break’ where she had been MIA) and three being married, she could still surprise him.
It was their third wedding anniversary and he had been away from their quarters all day dealing with one emergency after another despite him having booked the day off as holiday; the joys of being in command. He had planned on spending the day with her, preferably in bed, however he had a picnic on the south pier planned as a back-up in case she wanted to do something else.
It seemed however, that Elizabeth had managed to keep herself busy in his absence, but not in the way he had anticipated. The reports he expected to be glued to her hands were tossed to his side of the bed, forgotten and a widescreen laptop was perched on a bed tray at the foot of the bed with a movie playing on it, however that too looked like it had been forgotten.
John took Elizabeth ‘at rest’ in; starting from her feet which were covered in the fluffiest, most colourful socks he had ever seen (and as a matter of fact had never seen in Elizabeth’s wardrobe). Next were the legs which were in a worn comfy pair of jogging bottoms then the torso which he noted wore his favourite t-shirt (hers as well apparently) hidden beneath her fluffy lilac dressing gown.
What caught his eye, however, was the ball of bright multi-coloured wool by her side, the yarn of which extended up to her hands and some…thing she appeared to be making with some sort of needle.
“Hi honey,” he greeted warily from his position just inside the door.
She looked up at him with a grin, looking happier and de-stressed than he had seen her in a long time, “Hey!” Then looked back down at the project in her hand.
“What ya doin’?” He asked as he slowly approached the bed.
“Same as I do every day, Pinky, try to take over the world,” she joked, glancing up from her work to grin at him and see his reaction.
“Very funny,” he replied as he sat down next to her on the bed, his back to the laptop and the graveyard of data pads before him.
“I thought so,” she sounded proud of herself. To be fair, it wasn’t like her to come up with such an obscure reference off the cuff.
“Right, so who are you and what have you done with my wife?” He asked, still feeling like he was missing some vital piece of this puzzle. He looked back over his shoulder at the movie and saw it was Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr in it; one of Elizabeth’s favourites, but she didn’t seem to be watching it. “No, seriously, what are you doing? ‘coz I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone or something,” He held his hands up in defeat.
“Ok, I’ll tell you,” she conceded, putting down her woollen…thing and looking up at him with a cheeky look on her face. Her gaze dropped to his lips as she crooked a finger at him, signalling him to come closer, “After you give me some of that sugar you’re so good at giving me.”
He gave her a weird look even as he moved closer to her and kissed her, intending for it to be short and sweet, but Elizabeth’s intentions were different as she deepened it and wrapped a hand around the base of his head. He groaned in surprise and let her have her way with him (not that he wasn’t enjoying himself of course). He lifted his hands up in a helpless gesture and she laughed against his lips but not letting him go just yet. After another few seconds she pulled back with a satisfied smirk on her face as he licked his lips and hummed in the aftermath.
“Umm…ok, that was…great, but…”
“I’m crocheting,” she told him, returning to the project. “Kate came round this afternoon with these,” she jutted her chin towards her feet, making him look down, then wiggled her toes while she concentrated on what her hands were doing. “Bless her, she made them for me. Heard me complain about having cold feet on Monday and whipped up a pair of the comfiest socks I have ever had the pleasure of wearing,” she informed him.
“Monday?! She made you a pair of socks in two days?!”
“Yeah, she’s a really good knitter,” she explained. “Anyway, we got to talking and I told her how much I missed doing crochet so she…”
“Woah! Wait a minute! Since when have you done crochet?”
“Since I was about 15, my best friend’s mother taught me. It’s a very good means of distraction, helped get me through some tough times at college. I stopped when I came here because…well, lets face it, when we first came through we were only allowed one personal item and that would have lasted about…a week?” She stopped and thought about it. “Maybe two, we were very busy in that first week after all,” she looked up at him and must have seen the utter confusion on his face. “So anyway, Teyla managed to bring us some spun, dyed wool from some sort of…sheep that’s the size of a yak,” he nodded, he had seen those things, they really were huge and quite impressive to see in herds from the air. “And Kate and a few others have been clacking away for the last two or three weeks. When she found out that I used to do it too, she brought me some of the wool, a crochet hook and a few patterns and left me to it,” she finished, seemingly struggling to push the hook through a stitch.
“Right…” he took a deep breath. “So, what are you making?” He saw her stop and a huge grin start to spread over her face. He watched her bite her lip and pick something up from beside her, holding it up next to the item still on the hook.
It was a pair of baby booties.
K