One Shot: Plans in View: 7B7B
Title: Plans in View
Fandom: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Characters: Frank/Sarah
Prompt: .059 Afternoon at 100_women : table
“It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.”
-“Spring, Spring, Spring”
Rating: G
Genres: Romance/Fluff
Era: Movie
Warnings: None
Word Count 752
Summary Frank and Sarah spend an afternoon by the pond.
Notes: Part 3 of 7 for “Spring, Spring, Spring”
A breeze blew lightly across the pond, causing ripples to gently stir the surface. The warm spring sun was partially blocked by the lacy framework of leaves from the trees above. It still shone through in places, mixing with the cool breeze to create the perfect temperature - just between warm and cool. It was the perfect afternoon.
The slender shadow of a trout slid through the water in the clear water, bubbles breaking the surface in its wake. The sounds of rustling leaves, chirping birds, and a hawk calling overhead made the place feel peaceful and good.
Suddenly, the birds stilled and it was easy to hear footsteps coming through the grove of trees as they made their way to the pond. A young lady in a blue dress and a young man in a red shirt walked under the branches and around the dense bushes. When they got to the edge, he took her hand and helped her climb up on the truck of a tree that lay parallel to the bank. Sometime in youth it had fallen, perhaps knocked over by a storm, but it had survived, growing upwards at its end, creating a sturdy seat for the pair.
Low branches hung in a canopy over their heads as the girl crouched on the trunk and the boy sat next to her. She held a bunch of flowers in hands and started lazily picking the petals off one by one. He held a crust of bread and started throwing crumbs into the pond attracted a few small fish.
They were quiet, just sitting together for a few minutes until the birds started singing again and flitting through the branches, feeling that the couple was no threat.
Then the girl spoke softly, not wanting to spoil the peaceful moment, "It's lovely here, Frank."
Frank ducked his head. "This is my favorite place. I like to come here to get away when my brothers are being a pain." He tossed a bit of bread, and it plopped into the pond.
"Thank you for sharing it with me."
Their eyes met. "You're welcome, Sarah."
She flushed and looked down at the spread of petals in her lap. Frank reached and took her hand in his; their fingers twined together.
They were silent for a bit, just looking out over the water and enjoying the breeze, until Frank asked, "Do you ever thinking about leaving?" Sarah looked up him, eyes wide. "Do you ever think about traveling and seeing the world?"
"Sometimes; I've always enjoyed my papa's stories about growing up in Indian Country and Milly's book about ancient places all over the world."
Frank leaned his head back and rested against the branch behind him. "I do like hearing stories about those places."
Sarah wondered if she heard a note of sadness in his voice or just imagined it. "Do you really want to leave?" she asked.
Looking out across the water, Frank said after a moment's hesitation, "No. I love this place and I don't really want to leave. As much as I like hearing about other places, I know this is the best." He looked at her, appearing worried.
With a squeeze of her hand in his, Sarah responded, "I know how you feel. I've found home, and I don't think I could bear to leave it."
Frank wanted to hug Sarah close and cover her lips with kisses, but instead settled for whispering huskily, "If I did go anywhere, I'd want to go with you."
Her eyes were bright and her cheeks glowed rosy; Sarah couldn't think of anything to say, but knew she didn't need to.
It was odd, the pair of them - when they were alone together they seemed to be different people. They could be themselves around each other. Frank wasn't constantly putting up a defense and losing his temper. Sarah never felt shy around Frank and didn't have to worry about impressing him and acting like a perfect lady - he was already fond of her and wouldn't have known the difference. Together, they were happy, sweet, and comfortable. There was an undercurrent of passion for each other that kept every moment together exciting, but they were content with only sneaking off and holding hands - for now, at least.
Frank traced soft circles in Sarah's palm, promising something more, something neither of them fully understood, only feeling the rightness of being together. They talked more, enjoying their spring afternoon and each other's company.
Fandom: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Characters: Frank/Sarah
Prompt: .059 Afternoon at 100_women : table
“It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.”
-“Spring, Spring, Spring”
Rating: G
Genres: Romance/Fluff
Era: Movie
Warnings: None
Word Count 752
Summary Frank and Sarah spend an afternoon by the pond.
Notes: Part 3 of 7 for “Spring, Spring, Spring”
A breeze blew lightly across the pond, causing ripples to gently stir the surface. The warm spring sun was partially blocked by the lacy framework of leaves from the trees above. It still shone through in places, mixing with the cool breeze to create the perfect temperature - just between warm and cool. It was the perfect afternoon.
The slender shadow of a trout slid through the water in the clear water, bubbles breaking the surface in its wake. The sounds of rustling leaves, chirping birds, and a hawk calling overhead made the place feel peaceful and good.
Suddenly, the birds stilled and it was easy to hear footsteps coming through the grove of trees as they made their way to the pond. A young lady in a blue dress and a young man in a red shirt walked under the branches and around the dense bushes. When they got to the edge, he took her hand and helped her climb up on the truck of a tree that lay parallel to the bank. Sometime in youth it had fallen, perhaps knocked over by a storm, but it had survived, growing upwards at its end, creating a sturdy seat for the pair.
Low branches hung in a canopy over their heads as the girl crouched on the trunk and the boy sat next to her. She held a bunch of flowers in hands and started lazily picking the petals off one by one. He held a crust of bread and started throwing crumbs into the pond attracted a few small fish.
They were quiet, just sitting together for a few minutes until the birds started singing again and flitting through the branches, feeling that the couple was no threat.
Then the girl spoke softly, not wanting to spoil the peaceful moment, "It's lovely here, Frank."
Frank ducked his head. "This is my favorite place. I like to come here to get away when my brothers are being a pain." He tossed a bit of bread, and it plopped into the pond.
"Thank you for sharing it with me."
Their eyes met. "You're welcome, Sarah."
She flushed and looked down at the spread of petals in her lap. Frank reached and took her hand in his; their fingers twined together.
They were silent for a bit, just looking out over the water and enjoying the breeze, until Frank asked, "Do you ever thinking about leaving?" Sarah looked up him, eyes wide. "Do you ever think about traveling and seeing the world?"
"Sometimes; I've always enjoyed my papa's stories about growing up in Indian Country and Milly's book about ancient places all over the world."
Frank leaned his head back and rested against the branch behind him. "I do like hearing stories about those places."
Sarah wondered if she heard a note of sadness in his voice or just imagined it. "Do you really want to leave?" she asked.
Looking out across the water, Frank said after a moment's hesitation, "No. I love this place and I don't really want to leave. As much as I like hearing about other places, I know this is the best." He looked at her, appearing worried.
With a squeeze of her hand in his, Sarah responded, "I know how you feel. I've found home, and I don't think I could bear to leave it."
Frank wanted to hug Sarah close and cover her lips with kisses, but instead settled for whispering huskily, "If I did go anywhere, I'd want to go with you."
Her eyes were bright and her cheeks glowed rosy; Sarah couldn't think of anything to say, but knew she didn't need to.
It was odd, the pair of them - when they were alone together they seemed to be different people. They could be themselves around each other. Frank wasn't constantly putting up a defense and losing his temper. Sarah never felt shy around Frank and didn't have to worry about impressing him and acting like a perfect lady - he was already fond of her and wouldn't have known the difference. Together, they were happy, sweet, and comfortable. There was an undercurrent of passion for each other that kept every moment together exciting, but they were content with only sneaking off and holding hands - for now, at least.
Frank traced soft circles in Sarah's palm, promising something more, something neither of them fully understood, only feeling the rightness of being together. They talked more, enjoying their spring afternoon and each other's company.