Post by lux on Apr 20, 2010 9:41:14 GMT 10
Title: Stablehand
Rating: PG-13 (unconventional, but fairly cleanly so)
Length: 425 words
Summary: Neal's chance encounter with an old acquaintance takes him places he thought he'd abandoned long ago.
Author’s Notes: Bit of a crack pairing, but I've had a lot of them of my mind recently. Figured it might do me some good to get one out of my system. Anyway, I never did like the whole Yuki thing...
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“Queenscove, is that you?”
He looks up from brushing down the mare and meets a pair of very blue eyes set in a very fetching face beneath a mess of very tousled hair. He drops the brush.
“I thought I recognized that self-important swagger when I saw you leading the horses in here. So the rumours are true, the Lioness has taken a squire at last.”
Neal clears his throat as he retrieves the brush from the stable floor and resumes his task, hoping the tremble in his hands isn’t as obvious as it appears to him. “It would appear she has finally come to realise the advantage of having a fit, young male constantly on hand for the satisfaction of her every whim.” There’s an indelicate snort in response to this, and he adds, flippantly, “Or so the rumours go.”
He is rewarded with a flashing grin, and his companion slides into the stall next to him, standing very close.
“Want some help there?”
Neal swallows, hard. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Just in the area, dropped by to visit the ‘Swoop. I’m – something of an old friend of the family.”
Neal fixes his gaze on the horse and says, tightly, “I haven’t seen you in years.”
“Figured I’d forgotten all about you, eh?”
Neal tries to think of a properly biting response, but before he can gather his racing thoughts into any semblance of order, the brush is tugged out of his grasp and he finds himself backed up against the stable wall.
“Look at me, Neal.” He does, and finds the face exactly on a level with his own, the eyes burning brightly with desire. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. Tell me if you haven’t.”
Neal abandons all words and logic and leans into the long, sturdy lines of the other body, propelling them across the stable and into an empty stall. Evin Larse kisses him fiercely, shoving back, and everything after that dissolves into gasps and sweat and the hard press of well-muscled limbs against his own.
Some time later, the conversation ends, as it began, with a question. “When can I see you again?”
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It’s incredibly convenient, years later, the arrangement he and Kel work out after he uncovers her affair with the green-eyed Rider girl. The marriage linking Queenscove and Mindelan comes as a surprise to few, but not even their closest friends suspect it’s all a cover, one that allows them to continue the pursuit of their own private, if closely aligned, interests.
Rating: PG-13 (unconventional, but fairly cleanly so)
Length: 425 words
Summary: Neal's chance encounter with an old acquaintance takes him places he thought he'd abandoned long ago.
Author’s Notes: Bit of a crack pairing, but I've had a lot of them of my mind recently. Figured it might do me some good to get one out of my system. Anyway, I never did like the whole Yuki thing...
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“Queenscove, is that you?”
He looks up from brushing down the mare and meets a pair of very blue eyes set in a very fetching face beneath a mess of very tousled hair. He drops the brush.
“I thought I recognized that self-important swagger when I saw you leading the horses in here. So the rumours are true, the Lioness has taken a squire at last.”
Neal clears his throat as he retrieves the brush from the stable floor and resumes his task, hoping the tremble in his hands isn’t as obvious as it appears to him. “It would appear she has finally come to realise the advantage of having a fit, young male constantly on hand for the satisfaction of her every whim.” There’s an indelicate snort in response to this, and he adds, flippantly, “Or so the rumours go.”
He is rewarded with a flashing grin, and his companion slides into the stall next to him, standing very close.
“Want some help there?”
Neal swallows, hard. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Just in the area, dropped by to visit the ‘Swoop. I’m – something of an old friend of the family.”
Neal fixes his gaze on the horse and says, tightly, “I haven’t seen you in years.”
“Figured I’d forgotten all about you, eh?”
Neal tries to think of a properly biting response, but before he can gather his racing thoughts into any semblance of order, the brush is tugged out of his grasp and he finds himself backed up against the stable wall.
“Look at me, Neal.” He does, and finds the face exactly on a level with his own, the eyes burning brightly with desire. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. Tell me if you haven’t.”
Neal abandons all words and logic and leans into the long, sturdy lines of the other body, propelling them across the stable and into an empty stall. Evin Larse kisses him fiercely, shoving back, and everything after that dissolves into gasps and sweat and the hard press of well-muscled limbs against his own.
Some time later, the conversation ends, as it began, with a question. “When can I see you again?”
-
It’s incredibly convenient, years later, the arrangement he and Kel work out after he uncovers her affair with the green-eyed Rider girl. The marriage linking Queenscove and Mindelan comes as a surprise to few, but not even their closest friends suspect it’s all a cover, one that allows them to continue the pursuit of their own private, if closely aligned, interests.