Post by greenie on Dec 6, 2010 8:18:19 GMT 10
Title: Cake Crumbs
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mattes is caught out.
Notes: I wrote this for PPF, but never got around to posting it.
“Mattes!” Clary tugged her nightdress down firmly over her body and glared at him.
He looked back at her like a child who’d been caught with his face covered in cake crumbs. “What?” he asked cautiously.
Clary huffed. “You know full well what.” She climbed into bed beside him and blew out the candle.
“I was just appreciating you,” he protested.
“Matthias Tunstall, that was not appreciating me. Appreciating a mot is giving her a kiss and telling her she’s beautiful.”
“Gods, you’ve got Tom well trained.”
“He’s allowed to look at me like that. Well, sort of like that.”
“But the cuddly cove who’s been keeping you warm the last few nights isn’t?”
“You were eyeing me up like a doxie or sommat.”
“Truthfully, I think someone’s just happy she’s in a town, in an inn tonight. She’s sounding much more like her usual self.” Mattes grinned to himself in the dark; Clary was a city mot through and through, and hadn’t taken to spending nights in the forest well at all. It was never spoken out loud, but they both knew that she wasn’t climbing into his bedroll each night just for the warmth like she claimed.
“Shut your gob.”
Mattes shifted closer to her, snuggling up against her back in the position they’d slept in the last few nights. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair. “I’m sorry, Clary. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“See to it that you don’t do it again.” She smiled to herself and wondered if he was going to sulk about it.
“I won’t.” He snuggled himself closer to her and sighed happily, settling himself down for the night. “Is this what being married’s like?”
“A little, I suppose.” She laughed and lowered her voice. “Usually the couple is an actual couple, and they’re in their own home. But…I suppose it’s a little similar. You know someone well, but it’s a little shaky when you start to live together. You have little fights about…silly things, but they’re resolved fairly quickly. It helps being in love, you know, not just stuck on a sarden hunt with a barbarian for a pretend husband.”
“Ouch,” he murmured. “See if I don’t remember that the next time my pretend wife wants to canoodle.”
Clary snorted. “Like you’d ever turn me down. Besides, I’m sure you’d have pretend mistresses on the side.”
“I’m not sure, I’m probably too scared of my wife to risk it. After all, she got me to marry her somehow.”
“Or Ahuda and my lord Gershom did.”
Mattes tucked his arm tighter around Clary. “Still, I can see the advantage of being married. It must be nice to come home after a long evening’s work and know that there’s a nice warm mot keeping the bed cosy for you.”
Clary smiled. “Or a husband waiting with food and a hot bath.”
“Don’t you get bored of always being with the same person though?”
Clary closed her eyes and pictured Tom’s face. “No. I miss him, you know, when I’m away from him.”
“I know. I must choose the wrong sort of mots or sommat then.”
“You want to settle down?”
Mattes chuckled. “No, I’m happy as I am. I’ll just stick to the one wife for now.”
Clary frowned. “What?”
“You.” He grinned, picturing the look on her face. “You’re my work wife.”
Clary just rolled her eyes. “Go to sleep, Mattes.”
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mattes is caught out.
Notes: I wrote this for PPF, but never got around to posting it.
“Mattes!” Clary tugged her nightdress down firmly over her body and glared at him.
He looked back at her like a child who’d been caught with his face covered in cake crumbs. “What?” he asked cautiously.
Clary huffed. “You know full well what.” She climbed into bed beside him and blew out the candle.
“I was just appreciating you,” he protested.
“Matthias Tunstall, that was not appreciating me. Appreciating a mot is giving her a kiss and telling her she’s beautiful.”
“Gods, you’ve got Tom well trained.”
“He’s allowed to look at me like that. Well, sort of like that.”
“But the cuddly cove who’s been keeping you warm the last few nights isn’t?”
“You were eyeing me up like a doxie or sommat.”
“Truthfully, I think someone’s just happy she’s in a town, in an inn tonight. She’s sounding much more like her usual self.” Mattes grinned to himself in the dark; Clary was a city mot through and through, and hadn’t taken to spending nights in the forest well at all. It was never spoken out loud, but they both knew that she wasn’t climbing into his bedroll each night just for the warmth like she claimed.
“Shut your gob.”
Mattes shifted closer to her, snuggling up against her back in the position they’d slept in the last few nights. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair. “I’m sorry, Clary. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“See to it that you don’t do it again.” She smiled to herself and wondered if he was going to sulk about it.
“I won’t.” He snuggled himself closer to her and sighed happily, settling himself down for the night. “Is this what being married’s like?”
“A little, I suppose.” She laughed and lowered her voice. “Usually the couple is an actual couple, and they’re in their own home. But…I suppose it’s a little similar. You know someone well, but it’s a little shaky when you start to live together. You have little fights about…silly things, but they’re resolved fairly quickly. It helps being in love, you know, not just stuck on a sarden hunt with a barbarian for a pretend husband.”
“Ouch,” he murmured. “See if I don’t remember that the next time my pretend wife wants to canoodle.”
Clary snorted. “Like you’d ever turn me down. Besides, I’m sure you’d have pretend mistresses on the side.”
“I’m not sure, I’m probably too scared of my wife to risk it. After all, she got me to marry her somehow.”
“Or Ahuda and my lord Gershom did.”
Mattes tucked his arm tighter around Clary. “Still, I can see the advantage of being married. It must be nice to come home after a long evening’s work and know that there’s a nice warm mot keeping the bed cosy for you.”
Clary smiled. “Or a husband waiting with food and a hot bath.”
“Don’t you get bored of always being with the same person though?”
Clary closed her eyes and pictured Tom’s face. “No. I miss him, you know, when I’m away from him.”
“I know. I must choose the wrong sort of mots or sommat then.”
“You want to settle down?”
Mattes chuckled. “No, I’m happy as I am. I’ll just stick to the one wife for now.”
Clary frowned. “What?”
“You.” He grinned, picturing the look on her face. “You’re my work wife.”
Clary just rolled her eyes. “Go to sleep, Mattes.”
