Post by Moony on Apr 7, 2011 6:20:38 GMT 10
Title: Surprises
Rating: PG
Word Count: 429
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Tris goes to comfort Briar, the others get ideas that are just....silly (right?)
If she hadn’t been awake, translating the last of a manuscript by feeble candle light, she wouldn’t have felt it. It was only a small tremble, a shiver down the thick vine of magic that connected her with Briar. But she knew the cause and quickly gathered up her candle and walked to his ground floor room.
He sat up in bed, clutching at the sheets and covered in night sweat. “I didn’t ask you to come here.” he said, trying to hold his chin high as he caught his breath.
“You didn’t have to. Now scoot over.” He did as he was instructed as she blew out the candle, comforted despite himself when she crawled into his bed, awkwardly turning from him and facing the far wall. “Now, go to sleep.”
He chuckled, laying back down and ignoring her small gasp when he pulled her flush to his bare chest. “Yes, Coppercurls.”
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“Well, this was not what I expected to find when I came visiting.” Tris was startled awake by the voice of the duchess, sitting up and jamming her glasses in place. Briar streched languidly behind her, sitting up and resettling his arm around her.
“You know, there is a reason a street rat locks his doors.” He said, kissing Tris’s shoulder to make a point. To her horror, she couldn't stop the ripple of pleasure that made its way to the other three. Then again, his deep chuckle in her ear wasn’t helping her case.
With a wicked glint in her eye, Sandry raised a brow, “Well, hurry up. Daja is making breakfast and I don’t want to have to decide who gets your portions of Gorse’s sweet rolls.” She turned and flounced from the room, past the trader leaning in the frame. Daja pushed herself off to follow her saati, “Some how, I don’t think food is on their minds right now, even the boy’s.”
Briar laughed, kissing Tris again, running one hand through her braids and enjoying the tingle of lightning. “What do you say to a nice morning in bed?” She slapped away his hand and climbed from his grasp, straightening out her skirts. “Try that again, boy, and you will sorely regret it.” She turned on her heel and made for the kitchen.
He shook his head, chuckling. “She gets more like Mama Rosie each day. No matter, I like them feisty.”
Call me ‘feisty’ one more time, and ‘Mama Rosie’ will be hearing all about the tips you’ve been giving Crane on his tomatoes. Even under his deep tan, Briar blanched.
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 429
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Tris goes to comfort Briar, the others get ideas that are just....silly (right?)
If she hadn’t been awake, translating the last of a manuscript by feeble candle light, she wouldn’t have felt it. It was only a small tremble, a shiver down the thick vine of magic that connected her with Briar. But she knew the cause and quickly gathered up her candle and walked to his ground floor room.
He sat up in bed, clutching at the sheets and covered in night sweat. “I didn’t ask you to come here.” he said, trying to hold his chin high as he caught his breath.
“You didn’t have to. Now scoot over.” He did as he was instructed as she blew out the candle, comforted despite himself when she crawled into his bed, awkwardly turning from him and facing the far wall. “Now, go to sleep.”
He chuckled, laying back down and ignoring her small gasp when he pulled her flush to his bare chest. “Yes, Coppercurls.”
~~~~
“Well, this was not what I expected to find when I came visiting.” Tris was startled awake by the voice of the duchess, sitting up and jamming her glasses in place. Briar streched languidly behind her, sitting up and resettling his arm around her.
“You know, there is a reason a street rat locks his doors.” He said, kissing Tris’s shoulder to make a point. To her horror, she couldn't stop the ripple of pleasure that made its way to the other three. Then again, his deep chuckle in her ear wasn’t helping her case.
With a wicked glint in her eye, Sandry raised a brow, “Well, hurry up. Daja is making breakfast and I don’t want to have to decide who gets your portions of Gorse’s sweet rolls.” She turned and flounced from the room, past the trader leaning in the frame. Daja pushed herself off to follow her saati, “Some how, I don’t think food is on their minds right now, even the boy’s.”
Briar laughed, kissing Tris again, running one hand through her braids and enjoying the tingle of lightning. “What do you say to a nice morning in bed?” She slapped away his hand and climbed from his grasp, straightening out her skirts. “Try that again, boy, and you will sorely regret it.” She turned on her heel and made for the kitchen.
He shook his head, chuckling. “She gets more like Mama Rosie each day. No matter, I like them feisty.”
Call me ‘feisty’ one more time, and ‘Mama Rosie’ will be hearing all about the tips you’ve been giving Crane on his tomatoes. Even under his deep tan, Briar blanched.
QC by: wordy