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Tonight I rescued a cricket from inside a train station by coercing him onto my umbrella and carrying him out to a bush. It was just that kind of night.
In other news, have a snippet from the Kradam!AU I'm not writing. This is for mistresscurvy, who donated to the AI charity thing! Um, I realize it is epically late, but hopefully the fact that it's 1300 words makes up for that. This is very loosely based on Pride and Prejudice, which is to say, Adam Lambert makes a terrible Elizabeth Bennet. Also, I do not profess any regency accuracy. It's a crazy AU! Anything goes.
Also, this is totally unredeemable and everyone is kind of a girl. I disclaim that everyone is also kind of a girl in Pride and Prejudice, so I feel like it's okay. Kind of. Um. I promise to write something wherein everyone is VERY MALE soon to make up for this travesty. Biker!AU? Death metal? Hockey? Who knows.
Untitled, Kris/Adam, PG-13, 1350 words.
Two days before the wedding, Kris finds Adam in the kitchen. There are four or five servants clustered around him, working on food for the reception, and Kris is startled to realize they're laughing, almost casual, even with Adam in the room; he's never had any luck convincing the staff to be anything but formal when he's around.
"I think the scones need currants," Adam says, thoughtfully, then glances up when he realizes the servants have stopped talking.
"Uh," Kris says, still in the doorway, and Adam's head jerks around.
It's been almost two months since they've seen each other, and Kris has spent two months trying to lower his own expectations; he's well aware that going into a marriage thinking Adam is perfect is a recipe for disaster. Kris barely let himself miss Adam while he was in London. He hasn't thought about marrying Adam past arranging for the priest and convincing the gardeners to relandscape the rose garden, but the stubborn set of Adam's mouth is better than he remembered, and Kris is vaguely aware that he might really have a problem here.
"Allen," Adam says, looking amused, and Kris swallows.
"Sorry," Kris says, "I, uh - I didn't mean to bother you."
Kris backs out of the kitchen, and he's half way down the hallway when he feels someone grab his sleeve.
"They told me you were hunting," Adam says. "Otherwise I would have been waiting upstairs."
"I was," Kris says. "I was - uh, elk."
Adam stares at him for a minute, hand still on his sleeve, and Kris is prepared for a lot of things - discussion about the menu, polite small talk about the hunting trip, for Adam to turn and leave, but he's not expecting Adam to suddenly pull him in, wrapping his arms around Kris's neck.
"Welcome home," Adam says, still sounding amused, and Kris knows better - they're in a dark hallway behind the kitchen with no chaperone and they won't be married for four more days - but he can't quite help himself.
"Uh," Kris says, his hands settling against the small of Adam's back, and then Adam steps into his space. Adam's just watching him, and Kris can't help staring back. This close, it's easy to forget just how improper it is. Adam's mouth is three inches away, and Kris can't get away from the knowledge that in all the months they've known each other, they've never even kissed.
"We shouldn't -" Kris says, a little desperately, and Adam laughs suddenly, breaking the tension.
"Longest two months of my life," Adam says.
Kris still isn't used to Adam, who's different from everyone else he's ever met, but there really isn't any getting around the fact that the way Adam makes him feel isn't changing. He'd thought maybe it was the sort of thing that might wear off, some kind of infatuation, but it's really only getting worse.
"Cook and David got here this morning," Kris manages, finally, and Adam laughs and steps back.
"I hope you realize that you only have two days left of being this shy, Kristopher," Adam says, and Kris feels his face heat before he realizes that Adam's teasing.
"You know," Kris says, finally, "Cook once tried to convince me that you were nice."
"And you believed him?" Adam says, grinning. "You really are misguided."
A couple of hours later, Kris is crossing the south lawn in search of a gardener when he hears something near the kennels and finds Adam rolling around near the lake with Kris's latest litter of terriers.
"Get off," Adam says, laughing, to the three or four that are trying to lick his face.
Kris should say something, really, before the servants start to gossip and the entire town accuses him of letting his husband run wild, but one of the puppies goes for Adam's cuff and tumbles over into the water when Adam yanks his arm out of the way. It slinks out of the lake trying to shake off all the water and Kris just ends up laughing.
"I would have shown you around," Kris says, once the puppies have fixated on one of Adam's boots, and Adam leans up on his elbows, watching him, and grins.
"I've taken the tour, Allen," he says, stretching. "And all I really care about is the music room." Adam grins. "And the bedroom."
Kris knows all the rules surrounding bedrooms; of course Adam expects his own suite. Even David has a separate room, and he and Cook were practically a love match. He thought about it for two weeks before he picked something, a sunny group of rooms in the East Wing, far enough from Kris's rooms to avoid any kind of pressure. Kris had them repainted and the servants moved the new piano in last week, but he's still not sure. He doesn't know Adam's taste in artwork, or whether he's going to hate the blue walls.
"Yeah," Kris manages. "I'll take care of it."
The next two days are a blur, with the entire countryside and all of their relatives converging on the estate and destroying any chance to spend time with Adam. The ceremony itself almost feels like an afterthought, twenty quiet minutes in two days of chaos, and Kris spends more of the evening trying to keep Adam's mother away from the punch bowl than he does thinking about the fact that he's married.
At half past midnight, Kris is starting to consider hiding in the garden with Cook when Adam steps in beside him and slides an arm around his waist.
"If you'll excuse us," he tells the finance minister Kris has been talking to for twenty minutes, and pulls Kris firmly away from the ballroom.
"I told everyone we were going to bed," Adam says, reaching up to cup Kris's jaw, pulling him down until their foreheads are touching. "I'm pretty sure talking about wheat futures on your wedding night is illegal."
"Thanks," Kris says, letting his eyes close. "You must be tired."
"Sure," Adam says, sounding a little off. "Exhausted."
Kris feels a little guilty; he probably should have checked on Adam earlier, but at least there's an easy solution. He can still hear the reception from the staircase, but the East Wing is almost silent when Kris pushes open the door to Adam's rooms.
"You can have anything moved in you want," Kris says. "I brought in a piano, but if there's anything else, I can -"
"This isn't your suite," Adam says, after a long pause, and Kris realizes he looks confused.
"It's for you," Kris says. "David said you liked having a lot of windows -"
"Allen," Adam says, and all the stress of the last two days - the last two months - suddenly hits Kris hard.
"I like you," he manages to get out. "I like you and I want you to be happy here. I don't know why you married me, but I want you to -"
"Kris," Adam says, firmly, and Kris has to stop talking when Adam's mouth comes down on his. It's easy, better than Kris is expecting, and when he pulls back to breathe, Adam just pulls Kris into another kiss, then another.
"You're an idiot," Adam says, finally, his mouth swollen, already pulling Kris toward the door. "Where are your rooms?"
"I -" Kris says, leaning back a little, and Adam pulls once, hard, until Kris is right up against him.
"Listen," he says. "It's our wedding night, so we're going to go have sex, and then we're probably going to have some more sex. Then we're going to sleep, and then we're going to wake up and have breakfast, and maybe some more sex, and then you can get someone to move the piano to our suite."
"Oh," Kris says, letting it sink in, because if Adam wants to share, if Adam wants sex with him, then this might be something different than Kris thought, all along. He's still trying to figure it out when Adam grins, opening the door behind him.
"I married you because I'm in love with you," Adam says. "Now come the fuck to bed."
In other news, have a snippet from the Kradam!AU I'm not writing. This is for mistresscurvy, who donated to the AI charity thing! Um, I realize it is epically late, but hopefully the fact that it's 1300 words makes up for that. This is very loosely based on Pride and Prejudice, which is to say, Adam Lambert makes a terrible Elizabeth Bennet. Also, I do not profess any regency accuracy. It's a crazy AU! Anything goes.
Also, this is totally unredeemable and everyone is kind of a girl. I disclaim that everyone is also kind of a girl in Pride and Prejudice, so I feel like it's okay. Kind of. Um. I promise to write something wherein everyone is VERY MALE soon to make up for this travesty. Biker!AU? Death metal? Hockey? Who knows.
Untitled, Kris/Adam, PG-13, 1350 words.
Two days before the wedding, Kris finds Adam in the kitchen. There are four or five servants clustered around him, working on food for the reception, and Kris is startled to realize they're laughing, almost casual, even with Adam in the room; he's never had any luck convincing the staff to be anything but formal when he's around.
"I think the scones need currants," Adam says, thoughtfully, then glances up when he realizes the servants have stopped talking.
"Uh," Kris says, still in the doorway, and Adam's head jerks around.
It's been almost two months since they've seen each other, and Kris has spent two months trying to lower his own expectations; he's well aware that going into a marriage thinking Adam is perfect is a recipe for disaster. Kris barely let himself miss Adam while he was in London. He hasn't thought about marrying Adam past arranging for the priest and convincing the gardeners to relandscape the rose garden, but the stubborn set of Adam's mouth is better than he remembered, and Kris is vaguely aware that he might really have a problem here.
"Allen," Adam says, looking amused, and Kris swallows.
"Sorry," Kris says, "I, uh - I didn't mean to bother you."
Kris backs out of the kitchen, and he's half way down the hallway when he feels someone grab his sleeve.
"They told me you were hunting," Adam says. "Otherwise I would have been waiting upstairs."
"I was," Kris says. "I was - uh, elk."
Adam stares at him for a minute, hand still on his sleeve, and Kris is prepared for a lot of things - discussion about the menu, polite small talk about the hunting trip, for Adam to turn and leave, but he's not expecting Adam to suddenly pull him in, wrapping his arms around Kris's neck.
"Welcome home," Adam says, still sounding amused, and Kris knows better - they're in a dark hallway behind the kitchen with no chaperone and they won't be married for four more days - but he can't quite help himself.
"Uh," Kris says, his hands settling against the small of Adam's back, and then Adam steps into his space. Adam's just watching him, and Kris can't help staring back. This close, it's easy to forget just how improper it is. Adam's mouth is three inches away, and Kris can't get away from the knowledge that in all the months they've known each other, they've never even kissed.
"We shouldn't -" Kris says, a little desperately, and Adam laughs suddenly, breaking the tension.
"Longest two months of my life," Adam says.
Kris still isn't used to Adam, who's different from everyone else he's ever met, but there really isn't any getting around the fact that the way Adam makes him feel isn't changing. He'd thought maybe it was the sort of thing that might wear off, some kind of infatuation, but it's really only getting worse.
"Cook and David got here this morning," Kris manages, finally, and Adam laughs and steps back.
"I hope you realize that you only have two days left of being this shy, Kristopher," Adam says, and Kris feels his face heat before he realizes that Adam's teasing.
"You know," Kris says, finally, "Cook once tried to convince me that you were nice."
"And you believed him?" Adam says, grinning. "You really are misguided."
A couple of hours later, Kris is crossing the south lawn in search of a gardener when he hears something near the kennels and finds Adam rolling around near the lake with Kris's latest litter of terriers.
"Get off," Adam says, laughing, to the three or four that are trying to lick his face.
Kris should say something, really, before the servants start to gossip and the entire town accuses him of letting his husband run wild, but one of the puppies goes for Adam's cuff and tumbles over into the water when Adam yanks his arm out of the way. It slinks out of the lake trying to shake off all the water and Kris just ends up laughing.
"I would have shown you around," Kris says, once the puppies have fixated on one of Adam's boots, and Adam leans up on his elbows, watching him, and grins.
"I've taken the tour, Allen," he says, stretching. "And all I really care about is the music room." Adam grins. "And the bedroom."
Kris knows all the rules surrounding bedrooms; of course Adam expects his own suite. Even David has a separate room, and he and Cook were practically a love match. He thought about it for two weeks before he picked something, a sunny group of rooms in the East Wing, far enough from Kris's rooms to avoid any kind of pressure. Kris had them repainted and the servants moved the new piano in last week, but he's still not sure. He doesn't know Adam's taste in artwork, or whether he's going to hate the blue walls.
"Yeah," Kris manages. "I'll take care of it."
The next two days are a blur, with the entire countryside and all of their relatives converging on the estate and destroying any chance to spend time with Adam. The ceremony itself almost feels like an afterthought, twenty quiet minutes in two days of chaos, and Kris spends more of the evening trying to keep Adam's mother away from the punch bowl than he does thinking about the fact that he's married.
At half past midnight, Kris is starting to consider hiding in the garden with Cook when Adam steps in beside him and slides an arm around his waist.
"If you'll excuse us," he tells the finance minister Kris has been talking to for twenty minutes, and pulls Kris firmly away from the ballroom.
"I told everyone we were going to bed," Adam says, reaching up to cup Kris's jaw, pulling him down until their foreheads are touching. "I'm pretty sure talking about wheat futures on your wedding night is illegal."
"Thanks," Kris says, letting his eyes close. "You must be tired."
"Sure," Adam says, sounding a little off. "Exhausted."
Kris feels a little guilty; he probably should have checked on Adam earlier, but at least there's an easy solution. He can still hear the reception from the staircase, but the East Wing is almost silent when Kris pushes open the door to Adam's rooms.
"You can have anything moved in you want," Kris says. "I brought in a piano, but if there's anything else, I can -"
"This isn't your suite," Adam says, after a long pause, and Kris realizes he looks confused.
"It's for you," Kris says. "David said you liked having a lot of windows -"
"Allen," Adam says, and all the stress of the last two days - the last two months - suddenly hits Kris hard.
"I like you," he manages to get out. "I like you and I want you to be happy here. I don't know why you married me, but I want you to -"
"Kris," Adam says, firmly, and Kris has to stop talking when Adam's mouth comes down on his. It's easy, better than Kris is expecting, and when he pulls back to breathe, Adam just pulls Kris into another kiss, then another.
"You're an idiot," Adam says, finally, his mouth swollen, already pulling Kris toward the door. "Where are your rooms?"
"I -" Kris says, leaning back a little, and Adam pulls once, hard, until Kris is right up against him.
"Listen," he says. "It's our wedding night, so we're going to go have sex, and then we're probably going to have some more sex. Then we're going to sleep, and then we're going to wake up and have breakfast, and maybe some more sex, and then you can get someone to move the piano to our suite."
"Oh," Kris says, letting it sink in, because if Adam wants to share, if Adam wants sex with him, then this might be something different than Kris thought, all along. He's still trying to figure it out when Adam grins, opening the door behind him.
"I married you because I'm in love with you," Adam says. "Now come the fuck to bed."