Post by Alliecat on Nov 11, 2010 10:06:26 GMT 10
Title: Selling Out
Rating: PG-13
Length: 813
Category: PD
Summary: Mattes lies.
Peculiar Pairing: Clary/Mattes
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“You’re such a sarden pig,” Clary muttered as she kicked her partner in the calf. “You’ve stopped at nearly every cart.”
Mattes grinned, his cheeks full with soup. “Only half of them,” he retorted after swallowing.
Clary remarked, “You mean only the stalls with pretty girls.” Noting Mattes’s wandering eyes as they landed on a mot with caramel eyes and a pretty nose, she added, “It never stops.”
“I can’t fight my stomach,” Mattes said.
Clary snorted. “It’s not your stomach that controls you, it’s your…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “Come on, lazy crook. We’re supposed to be patrolling for rats, not for the best pasty– or pasty seller.”
“You’re jealous because you’d be a bad seller.” Mattes’s eyes danced dangerously, and he finished the last of his soup.
Clary appraised him coolly, arms crossed. “I’d get more customers than you, looby. I would never buy anything from you.”
“Mayhap, but there’s plenty other mots.” He tossed the empty container into a barrel near the side of the road.
Clary continued to watch Mattes. “After watch tonight, I’ll go back to your rooms–” Mattes coughed, and Clary ignored him, “And we’ll see if you can cook anything.”
Mattes raised his eyebrow. “How do you I’m not having a mot over later?”
“You do now,” Clary said curtly. “Now back to work, lout.”
:::
“Light the sarden candles, will you?” Clary barked. A crash sounded, and Mattes laughed, not bothering to muffle the sound. “Looby,” Clary muttered.
Mattes lit the candles. Noting Clary’s disarrayed form on the floor, he chuckled once more. “Need help?” he offered.
Clary stood and shook her arm out. “You might,” she muttered, “After you manage to light this whole sarden building on fire.” She raised her voice. “Get started, will you? Tom’ll be waiting for me.”
Mattes grinned and lit a fire in the small oven. “I’ll be baking vegetables if that’s okay with you, Miss Clary.”
Clary glowered at him. “Whatever suits you, master cook. Just get started.” Mattes flicked his eyes at Clary, but showed no other signs of recognition. He dug through a box and produced a bowl. Skeptical, Clary watched as Mattes dumped contents of several bottles at an apparent random order. He poured red vinegar into the mixture, though when several drops splattered onto his face he took no notice.
Clary snickered. “Do you need me to clean that off for you?” she asked. Confusion crossed Mattes face. Directed by Clary’s eyes, he wiped a finger across his upper lip. Seeing the smear on his finger, he grinned at Clary. “Well if you insist,” he murmured into her ear. He pulled Clary into his arms and pressed his lips firmly against hers. Clary responded, gripping his upper arms and biting his lip slightly. Mattes slid his hands down her back and fitted her body closer to his own.
Clary pulled away slightly. “Demon,” she murmured. A mischievous grin crossed Mattes face briefly before he pulled Clary’s mouth towards his own once more. They continued for several more minutes, until a building burning odor became noticeable. Clary slipped from Mattes grip and searched for the cause of the grey smoke. Mattes turned to see what Clary was looking at and noticed the oven emitting a steady stream of smoke. He ran to the oven and wrenched the door open. He began to cough as a cloud of smoke engulfed him.
“Shut it, looby!” Clary roared before she began to cough. Mattes shoved the oven door shut, though smoke continued to seek through the crack along the top of the door. Bowl in hand, Mattes opened the door once more despite Clary’s cries of dismay, and poured the contents of the bowl onto the burning vegetables. A rancid smell penetrated the air.
“That was stupid,” Clary muttered. Mattes remained silent as he opened the window and door. Due to a strong cross-wind, the smell disappeared quickly. Walking over to Clary, he said, “The bowl’s almost clean now.” He flipped the bowl over in demonstration, and the remaining dregs of liquid splattered all over Clary’s shirt.
Clary offered a sound of dismay before looking into Mattes eyes. “Oops,” he offered softly. He reached out and smeared a drop from her cheek. “Maybe you should take that off so it doesn’t stain.”
“You did that on purpose,” she said. Mattes looked at her, eyes amused but mouth straight. “Talking isn’t going to get us anywhere,” he murmured. He slid his shirt off, leaving it in a pile on the ground. He touched Clary’s head gently and pulled the cloth from her shoulder to reveal bare skin. Clary released a small moan as he kissed her neck.
“See?” she murmured. “You’d buy from me if I were a seller.”
Mattes slid his hands to her waist. “I’m not quite sure yet,” he whispered before carrying Clary to his bed. “Convince me.”
Rating: PG-13
Length: 813
Category: PD
Summary: Mattes lies.
Peculiar Pairing: Clary/Mattes
:::
“You’re such a sarden pig,” Clary muttered as she kicked her partner in the calf. “You’ve stopped at nearly every cart.”
Mattes grinned, his cheeks full with soup. “Only half of them,” he retorted after swallowing.
Clary remarked, “You mean only the stalls with pretty girls.” Noting Mattes’s wandering eyes as they landed on a mot with caramel eyes and a pretty nose, she added, “It never stops.”
“I can’t fight my stomach,” Mattes said.
Clary snorted. “It’s not your stomach that controls you, it’s your…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “Come on, lazy crook. We’re supposed to be patrolling for rats, not for the best pasty– or pasty seller.”
“You’re jealous because you’d be a bad seller.” Mattes’s eyes danced dangerously, and he finished the last of his soup.
Clary appraised him coolly, arms crossed. “I’d get more customers than you, looby. I would never buy anything from you.”
“Mayhap, but there’s plenty other mots.” He tossed the empty container into a barrel near the side of the road.
Clary continued to watch Mattes. “After watch tonight, I’ll go back to your rooms–” Mattes coughed, and Clary ignored him, “And we’ll see if you can cook anything.”
Mattes raised his eyebrow. “How do you I’m not having a mot over later?”
“You do now,” Clary said curtly. “Now back to work, lout.”
:::
“Light the sarden candles, will you?” Clary barked. A crash sounded, and Mattes laughed, not bothering to muffle the sound. “Looby,” Clary muttered.
Mattes lit the candles. Noting Clary’s disarrayed form on the floor, he chuckled once more. “Need help?” he offered.
Clary stood and shook her arm out. “You might,” she muttered, “After you manage to light this whole sarden building on fire.” She raised her voice. “Get started, will you? Tom’ll be waiting for me.”
Mattes grinned and lit a fire in the small oven. “I’ll be baking vegetables if that’s okay with you, Miss Clary.”
Clary glowered at him. “Whatever suits you, master cook. Just get started.” Mattes flicked his eyes at Clary, but showed no other signs of recognition. He dug through a box and produced a bowl. Skeptical, Clary watched as Mattes dumped contents of several bottles at an apparent random order. He poured red vinegar into the mixture, though when several drops splattered onto his face he took no notice.
Clary snickered. “Do you need me to clean that off for you?” she asked. Confusion crossed Mattes face. Directed by Clary’s eyes, he wiped a finger across his upper lip. Seeing the smear on his finger, he grinned at Clary. “Well if you insist,” he murmured into her ear. He pulled Clary into his arms and pressed his lips firmly against hers. Clary responded, gripping his upper arms and biting his lip slightly. Mattes slid his hands down her back and fitted her body closer to his own.
Clary pulled away slightly. “Demon,” she murmured. A mischievous grin crossed Mattes face briefly before he pulled Clary’s mouth towards his own once more. They continued for several more minutes, until a building burning odor became noticeable. Clary slipped from Mattes grip and searched for the cause of the grey smoke. Mattes turned to see what Clary was looking at and noticed the oven emitting a steady stream of smoke. He ran to the oven and wrenched the door open. He began to cough as a cloud of smoke engulfed him.
“Shut it, looby!” Clary roared before she began to cough. Mattes shoved the oven door shut, though smoke continued to seek through the crack along the top of the door. Bowl in hand, Mattes opened the door once more despite Clary’s cries of dismay, and poured the contents of the bowl onto the burning vegetables. A rancid smell penetrated the air.
“That was stupid,” Clary muttered. Mattes remained silent as he opened the window and door. Due to a strong cross-wind, the smell disappeared quickly. Walking over to Clary, he said, “The bowl’s almost clean now.” He flipped the bowl over in demonstration, and the remaining dregs of liquid splattered all over Clary’s shirt.
Clary offered a sound of dismay before looking into Mattes eyes. “Oops,” he offered softly. He reached out and smeared a drop from her cheek. “Maybe you should take that off so it doesn’t stain.”
“You did that on purpose,” she said. Mattes looked at her, eyes amused but mouth straight. “Talking isn’t going to get us anywhere,” he murmured. He slid his shirt off, leaving it in a pile on the ground. He touched Clary’s head gently and pulled the cloth from her shoulder to reveal bare skin. Clary released a small moan as he kissed her neck.
“See?” she murmured. “You’d buy from me if I were a seller.”
Mattes slid his hands to her waist. “I’m not quite sure yet,” he whispered before carrying Clary to his bed. “Convince me.”
I'm really glad you got me to do this, Ren! I'm glad you think the slang went well, cause I was struggling a bit with it before.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!