Post by pandora on Sept 4, 2011 10:25:11 GMT 10
Title: Knackered
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
Card: Summer
Bingo: Air, Relax, Summer, Candy, Picnic
Summary: In the Summer even kings and queens can't escape the heat. (Title by Rowena… for Figgs )
Warning: Implied Sex
"There shouldn't be allowed to be a Council Room in the Summer Palace," Jon told his wife as he dug his fingers into his aching neck. "I'm thinking of outlawing it. No Council Meetings in the summer. Particularly not on the hottest day of the year. And really, you would think someone would have thought to put windows in those rooms! It's stifling in there!"
"Maybe it was intentional, dear," the Queen suggested, fanning herself as she reclined on the lounge. "Perhaps it's to stop the meetings running overtime, or else you all run out of air and die. You might want to mention that to your Council - it might make them hurry things along; if not for your sake, they'll at least want to preserve their own lives."
Jon laughed and crossed the room, lowering his face to plant a kiss on his wife's forehead. "Mithros, I think you're right. I knew there was a reason I married you."
"For my wit and intelligence?" she asked slyly.
"Among other things," he replied leaning over her, his intentions clear on his face.
Laughing his wife pulled him onto the seat beside her and wrapped her arms around his neck, willing to ignore the heat for the chance to be close to her husband.
They lay together on the rug, sprawled out, limbs tangled where they met.
Jon rolled onto his side, "What do you say we have the maids bring up something to eat."
"Wouldn't you rather sleep?" Thayet murmured tiredly.
"Mmm, no," he said, nuzzling her throat, "I suddenly feel very well rested."
The Queen laughed and pushed her husband away. "Well, I hardly think we're in a fit state to call the servants in."
"I suppose you're right," he acceded, pulling her to his chest. "Pity though, perhaps there's some of that cake left." He kissed her earlobe. "Or some chocolate."
"Chocolate?" Thayet asked thoughtfully.
"Yes," the king replied, trailing kisses along her collarbone. "We could have our own picnic here, with sweets, and chilled wine. Some fruit maybe..."
Thayet pulled away from her husband and grinned, before crawling across to her former seat and shoving her hand under the cushion.
She slithered back across to Jon, holding out a slightly squashed, half eaten box of chocolates.
Jon raised an eyebrow in amusement as he selected a sweet. Pulling his hand back suddenly, he cringed. "Thayet! They're sticky!"
"Well you'd be sticky too living under a cushion in this weather," she said, putting a chocolate in her mouth. She hummed in contentment and lay back down.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
Card: Summer
Bingo: Air, Relax, Summer, Candy, Picnic
Summary: In the Summer even kings and queens can't escape the heat. (Title by Rowena… for Figgs )
Warning: Implied Sex
"There shouldn't be allowed to be a Council Room in the Summer Palace," Jon told his wife as he dug his fingers into his aching neck. "I'm thinking of outlawing it. No Council Meetings in the summer. Particularly not on the hottest day of the year. And really, you would think someone would have thought to put windows in those rooms! It's stifling in there!"
"Maybe it was intentional, dear," the Queen suggested, fanning herself as she reclined on the lounge. "Perhaps it's to stop the meetings running overtime, or else you all run out of air and die. You might want to mention that to your Council - it might make them hurry things along; if not for your sake, they'll at least want to preserve their own lives."
Jon laughed and crossed the room, lowering his face to plant a kiss on his wife's forehead. "Mithros, I think you're right. I knew there was a reason I married you."
"For my wit and intelligence?" she asked slyly.
"Among other things," he replied leaning over her, his intentions clear on his face.
Laughing his wife pulled him onto the seat beside her and wrapped her arms around his neck, willing to ignore the heat for the chance to be close to her husband.
They lay together on the rug, sprawled out, limbs tangled where they met.
Jon rolled onto his side, "What do you say we have the maids bring up something to eat."
"Wouldn't you rather sleep?" Thayet murmured tiredly.
"Mmm, no," he said, nuzzling her throat, "I suddenly feel very well rested."
The Queen laughed and pushed her husband away. "Well, I hardly think we're in a fit state to call the servants in."
"I suppose you're right," he acceded, pulling her to his chest. "Pity though, perhaps there's some of that cake left." He kissed her earlobe. "Or some chocolate."
"Chocolate?" Thayet asked thoughtfully.
"Yes," the king replied, trailing kisses along her collarbone. "We could have our own picnic here, with sweets, and chilled wine. Some fruit maybe..."
Thayet pulled away from her husband and grinned, before crawling across to her former seat and shoving her hand under the cushion.
She slithered back across to Jon, holding out a slightly squashed, half eaten box of chocolates.
Jon raised an eyebrow in amusement as he selected a sweet. Pulling his hand back suddenly, he cringed. "Thayet! They're sticky!"
"Well you'd be sticky too living under a cushion in this weather," she said, putting a chocolate in her mouth. She hummed in contentment and lay back down.