Post by greenie on Aug 24, 2009 0:48:04 GMT 10
Title: Better than the stars
Rating: PG
Words: 1056
Pairing: Buri/Roald
Summary: One little dance leads to a bit more than expected.
“Anyone would think you weren’t having fun.”
She looked up at the voice and saw Roald standing in front of her, his Conte blue eyes sparkling. Her only answer was to roll her eyes. He knew full well that she hated balls.
“I’m sick of this too,” he told her quietly, and she looked at him, surprised. Roald rarely complained about anything.
“Court ladies trying to sink their claws in?”
“You’d be doing me a favour if you danced with me,” he answered. “Please, Aunt Buri? Then Mother will be satisfied that you’ve at least participated, and then we can both escape. Daine told me that Numair was going to show her a meteor shower tonight, she said I was welcome to join them. You’d be welcome too, of course.”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “I think Daine and Numair would probably rather have some privacy.”
“That’s what she told me,” he insisted. “Anyway, Kalasin was going to be meeting them too. She’d promised to take Lianne and Vania since they’re too young to come to the ball.”
“Lucky things,” she muttered. She thought about it and decided it actually sounded pretty good. She sighed. “Alright,” she said, and he took her arm and led her onto the dance floor.
She would never ever admit it, but she was quite glad she’d decided to wear a dress for once. She liked the way that it clung to her upper body, and the way that the skirts swished around her legs. It made her feel…pretty. Feminine. Which was both useless and impractical, but she couldn’t help liking it all the same. Besides, in a dress she had been able to strap knife-sheaths to her shins and tuck one down her bodice. She knew that Larse would laugh himself sick if he could hear her thoughts right now. That, and offer to retrieve the knife down her bodice. Maybe she shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine.
Roald smiled as he looked down at her. Only she could look so serious as she was whirling around on the dance floor. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking. He definitely couldn’t help but be aware of his hand on her waist, and the curve of her hip below his hand. He blushed and forced his thoughts elsewhere as he thought about the other curve, the one above his hand on her waist.
Buri looked up at Roald, and realised he was watching her. “Sorry,” she said with a grin. “I should’ve warned you that your old aunt wasn’t as interesting to dance with as the court ladies you’re used to.”
She’s not that much older than me, Roald realised. Only about the same age gap as between Numair and Daine. “This is much better,” he answered. “I don’t have to make polite conversation I don’t care about, and you’re not obviously trying to make yourself the next Queen of Tortall.”
The music finished, and she began to drag him over to the door. “Come on, we can go now.”
“Don’t make it so obvious,” he muttered. “People are going to think we’re up to something.”
She nearly stopped in her tracks as she realised he was right. No longer the boy she’d always known, he was a man now, and definitely old enough to be ‘getting up to things’. Of course, he’d been like that for a while now. She’d just never really thought about it. After all, he was still Roald. She remembered his strong hand on her waist while they danced, the way she had to look up at him now, his deep voice, his broad shoulders, the way his eyes had sparkled at her. He was definitely old enough for the gossips to be claiming they were bedding each other. She shivered, although she wasn’t cold.
“Are you cold?”
“No, just…adjusting to the outside temperature.”
“Good,” he said and grinned. “Because I know what you’d say if I offered you my cloak.”
She snorted. “Don’t be daft. I’m fine.”
“See?” he asked triumphantly. “I told you so.” He ran a hand through his black hair and looked around. “Any idea where they’d be watching the stars?”
“I thought you knew.”
“I thought it would be somewhere obvious.”
Buri rolled her eyes. “We’ll have a look through the gardens.”
……………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Half an hour later, they still hadn’t had any success. They’d found Jasson putting soap into one of the fountains with his friends, and they’d found numerous pairs of lovers, including Liam with one of the court ladies, but they still hadn’t found Daine and Numair. They were about to turn a corner when Buri heard a pair of voices.
“Hide,” she hissed, and pulled Roald behind a tree.
“Why?” he whispered.
“If they’d seen us, they’d have started nagging at me about the Riders. They’re always going on about how the women are a distraction to the men. I can’t be bothered dealing with them now.”
Roald was glad that she’d avoided one of those arguments. They tended to get…intense. He realised that right now, she was distracting him. Unintentionally, of course. It was the infinite depths of her brown eyes, the way that her hair caught the moonlight. The way that she was holding him close to her, pressing herself against the tree, and him against her. He didn’t remember how it got there, but the next thing he knew, his mouth was on hers.
His heart skipped a beat in horror, and he pulled away. “Aunt Buri,” he managed. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
She looked up at him, her face impossible to read. “I don’t think it’s really appropriate for you to call me Aunt Buri right now.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I really am, I know I shouldn’t have. You won’t tell anyone, will you? Especially not Mother, please don’t tell Mother.”
Buri resisted the urge to laugh. She didn’t think she’d ever heard him babbling like that before. “This is better than the stars,” she remarked conversationally.
He stopped talking and stared at her.
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked.
He looked away. “Yes,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“Roald, I need you to do something.”
“Anything,” he replied. “Just please, please don’t tell anyone.”
She grinned at him. “Shut up, and do that again.”
Rating: PG
Words: 1056
Pairing: Buri/Roald
Summary: One little dance leads to a bit more than expected.
“Anyone would think you weren’t having fun.”
She looked up at the voice and saw Roald standing in front of her, his Conte blue eyes sparkling. Her only answer was to roll her eyes. He knew full well that she hated balls.
“I’m sick of this too,” he told her quietly, and she looked at him, surprised. Roald rarely complained about anything.
“Court ladies trying to sink their claws in?”
“You’d be doing me a favour if you danced with me,” he answered. “Please, Aunt Buri? Then Mother will be satisfied that you’ve at least participated, and then we can both escape. Daine told me that Numair was going to show her a meteor shower tonight, she said I was welcome to join them. You’d be welcome too, of course.”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “I think Daine and Numair would probably rather have some privacy.”
“That’s what she told me,” he insisted. “Anyway, Kalasin was going to be meeting them too. She’d promised to take Lianne and Vania since they’re too young to come to the ball.”
“Lucky things,” she muttered. She thought about it and decided it actually sounded pretty good. She sighed. “Alright,” she said, and he took her arm and led her onto the dance floor.
She would never ever admit it, but she was quite glad she’d decided to wear a dress for once. She liked the way that it clung to her upper body, and the way that the skirts swished around her legs. It made her feel…pretty. Feminine. Which was both useless and impractical, but she couldn’t help liking it all the same. Besides, in a dress she had been able to strap knife-sheaths to her shins and tuck one down her bodice. She knew that Larse would laugh himself sick if he could hear her thoughts right now. That, and offer to retrieve the knife down her bodice. Maybe she shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine.
Roald smiled as he looked down at her. Only she could look so serious as she was whirling around on the dance floor. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking. He definitely couldn’t help but be aware of his hand on her waist, and the curve of her hip below his hand. He blushed and forced his thoughts elsewhere as he thought about the other curve, the one above his hand on her waist.
Buri looked up at Roald, and realised he was watching her. “Sorry,” she said with a grin. “I should’ve warned you that your old aunt wasn’t as interesting to dance with as the court ladies you’re used to.”
She’s not that much older than me, Roald realised. Only about the same age gap as between Numair and Daine. “This is much better,” he answered. “I don’t have to make polite conversation I don’t care about, and you’re not obviously trying to make yourself the next Queen of Tortall.”
The music finished, and she began to drag him over to the door. “Come on, we can go now.”
“Don’t make it so obvious,” he muttered. “People are going to think we’re up to something.”
She nearly stopped in her tracks as she realised he was right. No longer the boy she’d always known, he was a man now, and definitely old enough to be ‘getting up to things’. Of course, he’d been like that for a while now. She’d just never really thought about it. After all, he was still Roald. She remembered his strong hand on her waist while they danced, the way she had to look up at him now, his deep voice, his broad shoulders, the way his eyes had sparkled at her. He was definitely old enough for the gossips to be claiming they were bedding each other. She shivered, although she wasn’t cold.
“Are you cold?”
“No, just…adjusting to the outside temperature.”
“Good,” he said and grinned. “Because I know what you’d say if I offered you my cloak.”
She snorted. “Don’t be daft. I’m fine.”
“See?” he asked triumphantly. “I told you so.” He ran a hand through his black hair and looked around. “Any idea where they’d be watching the stars?”
“I thought you knew.”
“I thought it would be somewhere obvious.”
Buri rolled her eyes. “We’ll have a look through the gardens.”
……………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Half an hour later, they still hadn’t had any success. They’d found Jasson putting soap into one of the fountains with his friends, and they’d found numerous pairs of lovers, including Liam with one of the court ladies, but they still hadn’t found Daine and Numair. They were about to turn a corner when Buri heard a pair of voices.
“Hide,” she hissed, and pulled Roald behind a tree.
“Why?” he whispered.
“If they’d seen us, they’d have started nagging at me about the Riders. They’re always going on about how the women are a distraction to the men. I can’t be bothered dealing with them now.”
Roald was glad that she’d avoided one of those arguments. They tended to get…intense. He realised that right now, she was distracting him. Unintentionally, of course. It was the infinite depths of her brown eyes, the way that her hair caught the moonlight. The way that she was holding him close to her, pressing herself against the tree, and him against her. He didn’t remember how it got there, but the next thing he knew, his mouth was on hers.
His heart skipped a beat in horror, and he pulled away. “Aunt Buri,” he managed. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
She looked up at him, her face impossible to read. “I don’t think it’s really appropriate for you to call me Aunt Buri right now.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I really am, I know I shouldn’t have. You won’t tell anyone, will you? Especially not Mother, please don’t tell Mother.”
Buri resisted the urge to laugh. She didn’t think she’d ever heard him babbling like that before. “This is better than the stars,” she remarked conversationally.
He stopped talking and stared at her.
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked.
He looked away. “Yes,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“Roald, I need you to do something.”
“Anything,” he replied. “Just please, please don’t tell anyone.”
She grinned at him. “Shut up, and do that again.”
That is an AMAZING pairing! I love Roald, and your writing is gorgeous, as usual! 
I love the verbal relay between them, and the awareness.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!