Original: Perfectly Perfect (Rick/Mel) G
Title: Perfectly Perfect [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Rick and Mel (mention of Rick's mom and the baby)
Rating: G
Summary: Mel is annoyed by Rick's behavior.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... Set mid-January, 2011. *Written for Round 34 of prompt_in_a_box. Round 23, Prompt: "'cause I don't care for your fairytales." (Fairytale, Sara Bareilles) *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks.
Rick Harper raised an eyebrow as his wife pulls him away from the counter and started running her hands over his back and arms. "Can I help you with something?" He grunted as Mel pushed him back around and jumped when she found his side. "Mel, what are you doin'?"
Mel pulled him away from the counter again and moved between him and the counter. Reaching up, she grabbed his head and turned his face away. "I'm lookin' for the damn switch."
Rick snorted and reached up to hold her wrists. Pulling her hands away, he leaned down and looked her in the eyes. "Are you feelin' all right?" He stepped back slightly and the paramedic in him took over. He gave her a quick look and reached up to feel her forehead.
Mel grimaced and pulled out of his hold. "I'm fine. You-" she hissed and pointed at him, "you're the one who's not right." Rick raised his eyebrow again and shook his head. He wasn't about to say what he was thinking out loud, but he was fairly certain the pregnancy was making his wife crazy.
"Honey, why don't we come over here and sit down," he calmly suggested as he led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. As he helped her down onto the couch, he continued: "And you can tell me what's goin' on."
Mel let out a heavy sigh and leaned back into the couch. "I want to find your damn switch and turn it off."
"What switch?" He couldn't help but smile at the look on her face.
"The switch that makes you perfect," she grumbled. When Rick started laughing at her, she frowned. Mel backhanded him in the chest and looked away as she crossed her arms. She tried to pull away as Rick reached for her.
"Mel," he said as he leaned back and pulled her against him, "talk to me." Mel closes her eyes and leaned against him.
"You're makin' me crazy," she mumbled.
"How?" Rick asked, trying not to smile.
"Because you're doing everything right. And it's annoying," she groaned as she sat up and looked at him. "You're supposed to leave your clothes on the floor and the toilet seat up and pile dirty dishes in the sink and... not take the damn trash out!" Her small tirade ended with a deep breath and she fell back against the couch again.
"My mother will be so proud," Rick said, trying not to laugh at Mel's obvious discomfort. "Honey," Rick drawled and pulled Mel into his arms, "I'm sorry that I'm... perfect." He couldn't even say it with a straight face. Rick pressed a kiss just above her ear and let his hand move to her stomach. "If you wanted a slob, sweetheart, you married the wrong brother." He smiled at her inaudible snort.
"What brought this on?" he asked, shifting enough to reach the blanket and covered them both. Mel shifted as well, curling into the warm space between Rick and the couch.
"I feel useless. And fat," she added with bite.
"You're seven months pregnant, Mel," Rick countered. "You're not fat. You're beautiful." Mel turned her head into his chest and let out a muffed scream.
"Stop saying perfect things!" she demanded, lifting her head and glaring at him. "Stop being perfect."
Rick laughed and gave her a shrug. "I'm just being me, honey. I don't know what to tell you." He let out a breath and reached for her hand. "When was the last time you slept?" He raised an eyebrow at her look. "Okay," he said and pushed her up just enough to slip off the couch. Kneeling next to her, Rick took both her hands and kissed her knuckles. "I promise... that I will try and stop being so damn perfect," he said with a grin and a wink. "If you promise to get some sleep." Rick gave her a look and nodded.
Mel sighed at his order and slowly blinked, agreeing to his demand. "And, later," he continued, pushing her hair back over her ear, "we will make dinner, together, and we can discuss what you can still do and what I won't let you do." He gave her a nod and waited for a reply.
"You're not gonna let me clean out the gutters, are ya?" Rick laughed and leaned forward to kiss her.
"Not a chance in hell." Rick pressed his lips to hers and then pulled away. He leaned sideways and also pressed a kiss to Mel's swollen belly. "Let your mother sleep," he said quietly. He knew she'd been up most of the last few nights. "Love you," he said, pushing up and pressing another kiss to Mel's forehead.
"Love you," Mel mumbled, barely registering that she was much more tired than she'd realized. Rick smiled and pulled the blanket up to her shoulder then moved over to the window and closed the blinds, dimming the living room.
Watching Mel for a few moments, Rick smiled and wondered where his phone was. His mother was so going to hear about this one.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Rick and Mel (mention of Rick's mom and the baby)
Rating: G
Summary: Mel is annoyed by Rick's behavior.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... Set mid-January, 2011. *Written for Round 34 of prompt_in_a_box. Round 23, Prompt: "'cause I don't care for your fairytales." (Fairytale, Sara Bareilles) *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks.
Rick Harper raised an eyebrow as his wife pulls him away from the counter and started running her hands over his back and arms. "Can I help you with something?" He grunted as Mel pushed him back around and jumped when she found his side. "Mel, what are you doin'?"
Mel pulled him away from the counter again and moved between him and the counter. Reaching up, she grabbed his head and turned his face away. "I'm lookin' for the damn switch."
Rick snorted and reached up to hold her wrists. Pulling her hands away, he leaned down and looked her in the eyes. "Are you feelin' all right?" He stepped back slightly and the paramedic in him took over. He gave her a quick look and reached up to feel her forehead.
Mel grimaced and pulled out of his hold. "I'm fine. You-" she hissed and pointed at him, "you're the one who's not right." Rick raised his eyebrow again and shook his head. He wasn't about to say what he was thinking out loud, but he was fairly certain the pregnancy was making his wife crazy.
"Honey, why don't we come over here and sit down," he calmly suggested as he led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. As he helped her down onto the couch, he continued: "And you can tell me what's goin' on."
Mel let out a heavy sigh and leaned back into the couch. "I want to find your damn switch and turn it off."
"What switch?" He couldn't help but smile at the look on her face.
"The switch that makes you perfect," she grumbled. When Rick started laughing at her, she frowned. Mel backhanded him in the chest and looked away as she crossed her arms. She tried to pull away as Rick reached for her.
"Mel," he said as he leaned back and pulled her against him, "talk to me." Mel closes her eyes and leaned against him.
"You're makin' me crazy," she mumbled.
"How?" Rick asked, trying not to smile.
"Because you're doing everything right. And it's annoying," she groaned as she sat up and looked at him. "You're supposed to leave your clothes on the floor and the toilet seat up and pile dirty dishes in the sink and... not take the damn trash out!" Her small tirade ended with a deep breath and she fell back against the couch again.
"My mother will be so proud," Rick said, trying not to laugh at Mel's obvious discomfort. "Honey," Rick drawled and pulled Mel into his arms, "I'm sorry that I'm... perfect." He couldn't even say it with a straight face. Rick pressed a kiss just above her ear and let his hand move to her stomach. "If you wanted a slob, sweetheart, you married the wrong brother." He smiled at her inaudible snort.
"What brought this on?" he asked, shifting enough to reach the blanket and covered them both. Mel shifted as well, curling into the warm space between Rick and the couch.
"I feel useless. And fat," she added with bite.
"You're seven months pregnant, Mel," Rick countered. "You're not fat. You're beautiful." Mel turned her head into his chest and let out a muffed scream.
"Stop saying perfect things!" she demanded, lifting her head and glaring at him. "Stop being perfect."
Rick laughed and gave her a shrug. "I'm just being me, honey. I don't know what to tell you." He let out a breath and reached for her hand. "When was the last time you slept?" He raised an eyebrow at her look. "Okay," he said and pushed her up just enough to slip off the couch. Kneeling next to her, Rick took both her hands and kissed her knuckles. "I promise... that I will try and stop being so damn perfect," he said with a grin and a wink. "If you promise to get some sleep." Rick gave her a look and nodded.
Mel sighed at his order and slowly blinked, agreeing to his demand. "And, later," he continued, pushing her hair back over her ear, "we will make dinner, together, and we can discuss what you can still do and what I won't let you do." He gave her a nod and waited for a reply.
"You're not gonna let me clean out the gutters, are ya?" Rick laughed and leaned forward to kiss her.
"Not a chance in hell." Rick pressed his lips to hers and then pulled away. He leaned sideways and also pressed a kiss to Mel's swollen belly. "Let your mother sleep," he said quietly. He knew she'd been up most of the last few nights. "Love you," he said, pushing up and pressing another kiss to Mel's forehead.
"Love you," Mel mumbled, barely registering that she was much more tired than she'd realized. Rick smiled and pulled the blanket up to her shoulder then moved over to the window and closed the blinds, dimming the living room.
Watching Mel for a few moments, Rick smiled and wondered where his phone was. His mother was so going to hear about this one.