Fit to be Tied (Ian/Nikki, PG-13)
Posted for the ian_nikki September Challenge: Silk...
Title: Fit to be Tied
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Nikki
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Word Count: 432
Summary: He's not quite sure what to say... until he sees her face full of suggestion.
Spoilers: I guess 5.23 Angels & Devils... maybe?
Notes/Warnings: This was written based on a conversation between magisterequitum and myself and dedicated to summere7 as a belated birthday gift. I hope you enjoy! Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
The sniper was known for having only two facial expressions in his arsenal: stoic for when he was all business and smug for when he was anything else. Needless to say, Nikki was greatly amused as he looked back at her now - gift in hand and utter bewilderment across the chiseled features of his face.
She was biting back a laugh as she smiled at him. She could almost hear his thoughts, reading every thing he was thinking from the expression dancing through his eyes. A tie? She bought me a tie? I don't even own a tie, nor do I want to. Again she tried not to cave with laughter as he stumbled, looking for the appropriate words to thank her for the thoughtful gesture.
She let him struggle for another moment before she stepped closer to him, coming to his rescue with the same bright smile across her lips. Another step closer, and her fingers delicately ran over the silk - a rich shade of violet like she'd never seen. She slipped the tie between her index and middle fingers, scissoring the material as her other hand slid up his arm until her hand found the back of his neck. She kneaded him there before she looked into his eyes, her own gaze darkening with the delight of the words she was about to speak.
"Ian," she breathed. "I know what you're thinking and I never said this was meant to be worn around your neck… or for you to wear at all.”
There was nothing short of suggestion across her face, taking yet another step closer and feeling his hands slipping about her waist as he took in her words while her petite body melted into his broader frame.
And there it was as realization sunk in - the third expression in the sniper’s arsenal, the one reserved for her alone. Somewhere between all business and everything else, he gave her desire, respect… and if she dare say it, he gave her love. She felt her knees weakening under his gaze, knowing the images dancing through his mind now were the same as had flashed through hers when she decided on the gift: violet silk against brown sugar skin, twisting and slipping as the wearer writhed beneath the other’s touch; a sea of purple darkness, blinding each in turn to feel without seeing - four senses heightened without the fifth.
His thank you came then, hot against her skin as curious lips nibbled at her shoulder while fingers trained to caress a trigger worked at the buttons of her shirt.
Title: Fit to be Tied
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Nikki
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Word Count: 432
Summary: He's not quite sure what to say... until he sees her face full of suggestion.
Spoilers: I guess 5.23 Angels & Devils... maybe?
Notes/Warnings: This was written based on a conversation between magisterequitum and myself and dedicated to summere7 as a belated birthday gift. I hope you enjoy! Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
The sniper was known for having only two facial expressions in his arsenal: stoic for when he was all business and smug for when he was anything else. Needless to say, Nikki was greatly amused as he looked back at her now - gift in hand and utter bewilderment across the chiseled features of his face.
She was biting back a laugh as she smiled at him. She could almost hear his thoughts, reading every thing he was thinking from the expression dancing through his eyes. A tie? She bought me a tie? I don't even own a tie, nor do I want to. Again she tried not to cave with laughter as he stumbled, looking for the appropriate words to thank her for the thoughtful gesture.
She let him struggle for another moment before she stepped closer to him, coming to his rescue with the same bright smile across her lips. Another step closer, and her fingers delicately ran over the silk - a rich shade of violet like she'd never seen. She slipped the tie between her index and middle fingers, scissoring the material as her other hand slid up his arm until her hand found the back of his neck. She kneaded him there before she looked into his eyes, her own gaze darkening with the delight of the words she was about to speak.
"Ian," she breathed. "I know what you're thinking and I never said this was meant to be worn around your neck… or for you to wear at all.”
There was nothing short of suggestion across her face, taking yet another step closer and feeling his hands slipping about her waist as he took in her words while her petite body melted into his broader frame.
And there it was as realization sunk in - the third expression in the sniper’s arsenal, the one reserved for her alone. Somewhere between all business and everything else, he gave her desire, respect… and if she dare say it, he gave her love. She felt her knees weakening under his gaze, knowing the images dancing through his mind now were the same as had flashed through hers when she decided on the gift: violet silk against brown sugar skin, twisting and slipping as the wearer writhed beneath the other’s touch; a sea of purple darkness, blinding each in turn to feel without seeing - four senses heightened without the fifth.
His thank you came then, hot against her skin as curious lips nibbled at her shoulder while fingers trained to caress a trigger worked at the buttons of her shirt.