Post by hawksandfeathers on Jun 14, 2013 7:16:44 GMT 10
Title: Betrayal
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Betrayal, #85
Summary: Part of my Sherlock (BBC)/Tortall AU in which Alex is Sherlock and Delia is Irene Adler.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and its plot belong to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. The original plot and character belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
"Delia, I didn't know you like jazz," Alex muttered into her ear, just shaving her cheekbone. "I hoped you would have given Roger up by now. Has it occurred to you that he's… um…" he let his words curdle in delicacy. "Not interested?"
He nudged her heel with his foot. "Come, dear. We have things to attend to." He skipped to the left, making a soft noise on the marble floor.
"You manage to look ridiculous while keeping those shoes intact." Her beady green eyes looked over him slowly, laughing a bit at the mere cut of it. "And the suit - how do you keep up with these modern dances?" She smirked.
"Hm. No arm-clutching. Are you feeling a bit reasonable today?" He maneuvered toward the curtain, raising his eyebrow at Raoul. "I suppose he thinks I'm a mocking bastard," he chuckled.
He stopped gratingly, just in time to offer Delia a drink. He smiled at the server. "Ale? Isn't that more your taste?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," she said with iron sweetness in her voice. "I prefer a daiquiri." The waiter passed her one obligingly and they kept moving.
Alex turned to glimpse Roger and the next second Delia was gulping frenziedly from her wide-mouthed cup. "I don't need alcohol," she said breathlessly when he looked at her, with a bit more than contempt. "What I do need is you." She raised her head up to meet his mouth, she had to stand up to meet his eyes. Her drink tipped in one hand, the other was on his arm.
"Drunk on daiquiri. That's a first."
She watched him imploringly, knowing that he was immovable.
"The king knows of your plans," Alex whispered, allowing himself to bend down slightly. "I'm sorry you gave yourself away."
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Betrayal, #85
Summary: Part of my Sherlock (BBC)/Tortall AU in which Alex is Sherlock and Delia is Irene Adler.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and its plot belong to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. The original plot and character belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
"Delia, I didn't know you like jazz," Alex muttered into her ear, just shaving her cheekbone. "I hoped you would have given Roger up by now. Has it occurred to you that he's… um…" he let his words curdle in delicacy. "Not interested?"
He nudged her heel with his foot. "Come, dear. We have things to attend to." He skipped to the left, making a soft noise on the marble floor.
"You manage to look ridiculous while keeping those shoes intact." Her beady green eyes looked over him slowly, laughing a bit at the mere cut of it. "And the suit - how do you keep up with these modern dances?" She smirked.
"Hm. No arm-clutching. Are you feeling a bit reasonable today?" He maneuvered toward the curtain, raising his eyebrow at Raoul. "I suppose he thinks I'm a mocking bastard," he chuckled.
He stopped gratingly, just in time to offer Delia a drink. He smiled at the server. "Ale? Isn't that more your taste?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," she said with iron sweetness in her voice. "I prefer a daiquiri." The waiter passed her one obligingly and they kept moving.
Alex turned to glimpse Roger and the next second Delia was gulping frenziedly from her wide-mouthed cup. "I don't need alcohol," she said breathlessly when he looked at her, with a bit more than contempt. "What I do need is you." She raised her head up to meet his mouth, she had to stand up to meet his eyes. Her drink tipped in one hand, the other was on his arm.
"Drunk on daiquiri. That's a first."
She watched him imploringly, knowing that he was immovable.
"The king knows of your plans," Alex whispered, allowing himself to bend down slightly. "I'm sorry you gave yourself away."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!