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Apple Pie #15. Personal Space with Hot Fudge
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1259
Word Count : 582
origfic_bingo prompt - Love Letters
It got a little off track from the Apple Pie prompt, but that's what started it in the first place, so I'm sticking with it. Sethan torture, pure and simple (doesn't happen much, does it?) And yes, as always, Shasa's an idiot.
At the first cry of “Sethan!” he braced himself, eyes shut, jaw locked, standing as still as he could, like some rabbit in the grass hoping the hawk will just go sailing by. No such luck today. He sighed as she came bounding towards him squealing, “Sethan, Sethan, Sethan!”
Swallowing a groan as slender hands clapped themselves around his arm and Shasa all but skidded to a halt beside him, he forced a smile and turned to meet her.
“I’ve got something for you.” She was beaming as she pried one hand from him to go digging about in her pockets.
Sethan stared in quiet apprehension at the wad of papers she awkwardly stuffed into hands in no way positioned to receive them.
“What are these?” he said at last, as she straightened herself beside him, puffed up as proud as if she’d just handed him some great treasure and not a jumbled stack of parchment.
“They’re letters, silly!”
“Letters?” He flipped the top sheet open, caught the words dearest Sethan, and hastily bit his tongue.
She was diving across him, flushed and flustered, closing the page and forcing it back between his fingers, before he could read another line. “You’re not supposed to read them now! These are for when you’re alone and missing me.”
She rocked back on her heels, batting her lashes at him as the blush faded from her cheeks, and Sethan sighed. Every time he thought the girl couldn’t possibly be more dense she seemed to see fit to prove him wrong.
“You put this into print?” he said, waving the letters before her, and the girl’s cheeks flared again. “Shasa, I can think of nothing more damning than-”
“I didn’t sign them! What sort of fool do you take me for?”
That scarcely deserved an answer. “Nonetheless. This sort of endeavor would probably best be avoided.”
Shasa’s lip quivered. “You don’t like them.”
“No, no. I will treasure them.” He made a show of tucking the whole stack inside the breast of his coat. He pulled it tight to his ribs and gave it a pat, and she all but melted. A hand to her shoulder had her all cow eyed again. “It is merely your safety that concerns me.”
“Oh!” she said, eyeing his hand as he gave her back an awkward stroke. “I’m sorry for worrying you.” He let the hand fall away, but she edged closer, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “You know, we are alone now.”
“Hmm?“ Sethan caught himself backing up a pace as she drew closer still. “Yes. We are. I was on my way though, to a meeting with Berwyk.”
There was that trembling lip again.
“I will have your letters to keep me company.” He gave his pocket another pat.
She fixed him with a pout. “And what will I have?”
No getting around that, he supposed. He tried not to grit his teeth as he pulled her in. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “The thought of more to come tonight?” he said smoothly as they drew apart.
Shasa squealed. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”
He found himself wondering, as she scampered off with a giddy wave and a grin, if there might be some form that would slow time down, and if he found such a thing, if he could keep it from her. “So will I.”
He waited until she was well out of sight to let himself shudder.
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1259
Word Count : 582
origfic_bingo prompt - Love Letters
It got a little off track from the Apple Pie prompt, but that's what started it in the first place, so I'm sticking with it. Sethan torture, pure and simple (doesn't happen much, does it?) And yes, as always, Shasa's an idiot.
At the first cry of “Sethan!” he braced himself, eyes shut, jaw locked, standing as still as he could, like some rabbit in the grass hoping the hawk will just go sailing by. No such luck today. He sighed as she came bounding towards him squealing, “Sethan, Sethan, Sethan!”
Swallowing a groan as slender hands clapped themselves around his arm and Shasa all but skidded to a halt beside him, he forced a smile and turned to meet her.
“I’ve got something for you.” She was beaming as she pried one hand from him to go digging about in her pockets.
Sethan stared in quiet apprehension at the wad of papers she awkwardly stuffed into hands in no way positioned to receive them.
“What are these?” he said at last, as she straightened herself beside him, puffed up as proud as if she’d just handed him some great treasure and not a jumbled stack of parchment.
“They’re letters, silly!”
“Letters?” He flipped the top sheet open, caught the words dearest Sethan, and hastily bit his tongue.
She was diving across him, flushed and flustered, closing the page and forcing it back between his fingers, before he could read another line. “You’re not supposed to read them now! These are for when you’re alone and missing me.”
She rocked back on her heels, batting her lashes at him as the blush faded from her cheeks, and Sethan sighed. Every time he thought the girl couldn’t possibly be more dense she seemed to see fit to prove him wrong.
“You put this into print?” he said, waving the letters before her, and the girl’s cheeks flared again. “Shasa, I can think of nothing more damning than-”
“I didn’t sign them! What sort of fool do you take me for?”
That scarcely deserved an answer. “Nonetheless. This sort of endeavor would probably best be avoided.”
Shasa’s lip quivered. “You don’t like them.”
“No, no. I will treasure them.” He made a show of tucking the whole stack inside the breast of his coat. He pulled it tight to his ribs and gave it a pat, and she all but melted. A hand to her shoulder had her all cow eyed again. “It is merely your safety that concerns me.”
“Oh!” she said, eyeing his hand as he gave her back an awkward stroke. “I’m sorry for worrying you.” He let the hand fall away, but she edged closer, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “You know, we are alone now.”
“Hmm?“ Sethan caught himself backing up a pace as she drew closer still. “Yes. We are. I was on my way though, to a meeting with Berwyk.”
There was that trembling lip again.
“I will have your letters to keep me company.” He gave his pocket another pat.
She fixed him with a pout. “And what will I have?”
No getting around that, he supposed. He tried not to grit his teeth as he pulled her in. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “The thought of more to come tonight?” he said smoothly as they drew apart.
Shasa squealed. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”
He found himself wondering, as she scampered off with a giddy wave and a grin, if there might be some form that would slow time down, and if he found such a thing, if he could keep it from her. “So will I.”
He waited until she was well out of sight to let himself shudder.