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ApplePie #14. Patter of Little Feet
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1270 (follows His & Hers)
Word Count : 582
There was the soft whump of a pillow being turned over, a sigh and a pull on the blanket as the body followed. Lyssa opened an eye for what little good it did her in the darkness. “You alright?”
There was another soft stirring as Kairn extricated himself from the covers. “What? Me? I’m fine.”
She closed her eyes and listened as his breathing slowed. Then more sighing and shifting, and the mattress bobbed beneath her.
“Something bothering you?”
“No!” A pause, then, “Am…am I keeping you up?”
The mattress shifted again. Lyssa sighed and the candle on the nightstand sparked to life. She turned to Kairn, who winced and blinked at the sudden light.
“Well?” she said.
“Well, what?”
“What’s keeping you from sleeping?” said Lyssa, the words trailing off into a yawn.
“Nothing! Really!” The protest met with a glare.
“Alright, alright! So, er, as this,” he gestured at their bodies beneath the covers, his cheeks growing pink, “seems to be a, um, an ongoing thing, I was wondering…”
“Hmm?” Lyssa stiffled another yawn.
“Are you…I mean, do you…” There was a bit of hand waving and a distinct effort not to meet her eye. “Are you taking precautions?”
Lyssa groaned. Time for another round of it’s not safe for you to be here. She reached out a hand, fumbling in the low light and her sleepy state, found his shoulder and gave it a pat. “Like I told you, got my sword. At the foot of the bed in case there really is someone out that window.”
Kairn’s hand caught hers before it could leave him and gave it a squeeze. “That’s, er, not the sort I was meaning.”
“Oh?” said Lyssa, and she forced her eyes open wider and tried to push the drowsiness away.
He was blushing again, and he waved his hand in the air, still clutching hers tightly. “I meant, when we…do you…?”
“Oh.” Somehow that made it through, and she laughed. “Don’t want to unleash little Kairns on this world?”
Kairn did not share her amusement. “More like I’m afraid of being responsible for the creation of little Lyssas.”
She pulled her hand from his grasp and slid it over his cheek. “They’d be cute, you know.” Her fingers teased their way down across his chest.
“And who would raise them?”
Lyssa sniffed. “Didn’t say I wanted any. Just said they’d be cute.”
“You still didn’t answer my question.”
“Because it’s a stupid question,“ she said, her hand worming its way under the blankets. “Of course I do. What do you take me for?”
Kairn stared at her hand for a minute, his lip tucked between his teeth. “I’m sorry, Lyss, but you already have a child I can’t imagine was planned, and-”
Her hand ceased its motion. “Right,” she said. “That.” She sighed. Nothing she could do to remedy that impression. “You don’t have to worry, alright?”
He looked up, nervously, as if he’d expected her to snap at him instead. A look of relief, and then a tentative smile, spread across his face. “Alright,” he said, and his hand closed over hers again as he leaned in for a kiss. “You know,” he added, as he pulled back, “you’re right.” Under the covers, an arm curled around her waist, and he shifted closer.
“Hmm?”
“They would be pretty cute.”
One gentle shove was enough to send him back to his own side of the bed. “Don’t get any ideas.”
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1270 (follows His & Hers)
Word Count : 582
There was the soft whump of a pillow being turned over, a sigh and a pull on the blanket as the body followed. Lyssa opened an eye for what little good it did her in the darkness. “You alright?”
There was another soft stirring as Kairn extricated himself from the covers. “What? Me? I’m fine.”
She closed her eyes and listened as his breathing slowed. Then more sighing and shifting, and the mattress bobbed beneath her.
“Something bothering you?”
“No!” A pause, then, “Am…am I keeping you up?”
The mattress shifted again. Lyssa sighed and the candle on the nightstand sparked to life. She turned to Kairn, who winced and blinked at the sudden light.
“Well?” she said.
“Well, what?”
“What’s keeping you from sleeping?” said Lyssa, the words trailing off into a yawn.
“Nothing! Really!” The protest met with a glare.
“Alright, alright! So, er, as this,” he gestured at their bodies beneath the covers, his cheeks growing pink, “seems to be a, um, an ongoing thing, I was wondering…”
“Hmm?” Lyssa stiffled another yawn.
“Are you…I mean, do you…” There was a bit of hand waving and a distinct effort not to meet her eye. “Are you taking precautions?”
Lyssa groaned. Time for another round of it’s not safe for you to be here. She reached out a hand, fumbling in the low light and her sleepy state, found his shoulder and gave it a pat. “Like I told you, got my sword. At the foot of the bed in case there really is someone out that window.”
Kairn’s hand caught hers before it could leave him and gave it a squeeze. “That’s, er, not the sort I was meaning.”
“Oh?” said Lyssa, and she forced her eyes open wider and tried to push the drowsiness away.
He was blushing again, and he waved his hand in the air, still clutching hers tightly. “I meant, when we…do you…?”
“Oh.” Somehow that made it through, and she laughed. “Don’t want to unleash little Kairns on this world?”
Kairn did not share her amusement. “More like I’m afraid of being responsible for the creation of little Lyssas.”
She pulled her hand from his grasp and slid it over his cheek. “They’d be cute, you know.” Her fingers teased their way down across his chest.
“And who would raise them?”
Lyssa sniffed. “Didn’t say I wanted any. Just said they’d be cute.”
“You still didn’t answer my question.”
“Because it’s a stupid question,“ she said, her hand worming its way under the blankets. “Of course I do. What do you take me for?”
Kairn stared at her hand for a minute, his lip tucked between his teeth. “I’m sorry, Lyss, but you already have a child I can’t imagine was planned, and-”
Her hand ceased its motion. “Right,” she said. “That.” She sighed. Nothing she could do to remedy that impression. “You don’t have to worry, alright?”
He looked up, nervously, as if he’d expected her to snap at him instead. A look of relief, and then a tentative smile, spread across his face. “Alright,” he said, and his hand closed over hers again as he leaned in for a kiss. “You know,” he added, as he pulled back, “you’re right.” Under the covers, an arm curled around her waist, and he shifted closer.
“Hmm?”
“They would be pretty cute.”
One gentle shove was enough to send him back to his own side of the bed. “Don’t get any ideas.”