Post by greenie on Jan 6, 2010 18:37:53 GMT 10
Title: Dance
Rating: PG
Prompt: Dancing
Summary: Little Goodwin wants to dance with her parents.
Notes: I never got around to writing the rest of my Advent Calendar fics in time, so I'm posting the last five of them here.
Tom smiled at Little’s enthusiastic singing and slid a hand around Clary’s waist. “How about a dance, love?”
She let him draw her closer. “I suppose it’d be rude to refuse,” she replied, her brown eyes sparkling and the corner of her mouth turning up as she began to move with him.
“That it would,” he agreed. “I’d hate to have to find some other pretty lass to have a Midwinter dance with.”
“That’s only because I’d get grumpy.”
“Mama, why would you get grumpy?”
“Just because.”
“But why?”
“Aren’t you going to sing for us some more?” asked Tom. “We’re having lots of fun dancing to your pretty singing.”
Her small face lit up. “Really?”
Clary and Tom both nodded, so Little started singing again, a beaming smile on her face. Tom and Clary smiled each other, their movements gradually slowing, and Clary stood on tiptoes and put her arms around Tom’s neck to kiss him. Little covered her eyes with her hands and sang even louder to cover up any kissing sounds. Neither Clary nor Tom noticed when the singing eventually stopped, and it took them a moment to register the small hands pushing them apart.
“Kissing’s boring,” insisted Little. “I want to dance too.”
Clary smiled and sat down to watch them. “I can’t believe I’m having my man stolen by my own daughter. And at the age of four, no less.”
“You can sing, Mama!” Little told her. “That’s lots of fun too.”
Tom grinned at Clary, knowing that she insisted that her singing was atrocious and that she hated it, and also that she was far too prideful to tell that to her daughter. “But we liked your singing,” he said to Little. “You’re a clever girl, you’ll be able to sing and dance at the same time.” He took hold of her hands and let her place her feet on top of his, and then started moving them around the room. Little’s singing soon gave way to giggling and shrieks of laughter.
Suddenly, she stopped and ran over to Clary, putting her feet on top of hers and grabbing her hands. “Mama’s turn!” she announced. Tom chuckled and took Clary’s place as she stood up with Little.
“You’re much easier to dance with, Mama,” said Little. “Da’s got a big tummy and it gets in the way.”
Clary burst out laughing as Tom tried to scowl and failed completely. “That’s my girl,” Clary said. “You tell your da not to eat so many sweets.”
Little looked thoughtful. “Mama?” she asked. “You know how Uncle Matty said that you and Da grew me in the garden and then I tried to grow a baby in one of his pots and then Aunty Sabine found out and hit him and said I came from your tummy?”
Clary blinked and exchanged a puzzled look with Tom. “Well, no,” she said, “but that’s alright.”
Little looked frustrated. “Of course you know. Silly Mama, you must’ve just forgotten. You know everything.”
Clary grinned at Tom. “Of course I do.”
“Well then,” said Little. “Why didn’t I come from Da’s tummy instead? It’s much bigger. Poor Little must’ve been squashed in Mama’s tummy.” She frowned at Clary’s midsection.
“Poor Mama’s tummy was being squashed by you,” muttered Clary.
“It’s not my fault,” said Little. “You should’ve put me in Da’s tummy instead.”
Tom reached out to scoop her up and settle her on his knee. “We didn’t think of that,” he told her. “We didn’t have you here to tell us.”
Little giggled. “Well, you’re both a bit silly then.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: Dancing
Summary: Little Goodwin wants to dance with her parents.
Notes: I never got around to writing the rest of my Advent Calendar fics in time, so I'm posting the last five of them here.
Tom smiled at Little’s enthusiastic singing and slid a hand around Clary’s waist. “How about a dance, love?”
She let him draw her closer. “I suppose it’d be rude to refuse,” she replied, her brown eyes sparkling and the corner of her mouth turning up as she began to move with him.
“That it would,” he agreed. “I’d hate to have to find some other pretty lass to have a Midwinter dance with.”
“That’s only because I’d get grumpy.”
“Mama, why would you get grumpy?”
“Just because.”
“But why?”
“Aren’t you going to sing for us some more?” asked Tom. “We’re having lots of fun dancing to your pretty singing.”
Her small face lit up. “Really?”
Clary and Tom both nodded, so Little started singing again, a beaming smile on her face. Tom and Clary smiled each other, their movements gradually slowing, and Clary stood on tiptoes and put her arms around Tom’s neck to kiss him. Little covered her eyes with her hands and sang even louder to cover up any kissing sounds. Neither Clary nor Tom noticed when the singing eventually stopped, and it took them a moment to register the small hands pushing them apart.
“Kissing’s boring,” insisted Little. “I want to dance too.”
Clary smiled and sat down to watch them. “I can’t believe I’m having my man stolen by my own daughter. And at the age of four, no less.”
“You can sing, Mama!” Little told her. “That’s lots of fun too.”
Tom grinned at Clary, knowing that she insisted that her singing was atrocious and that she hated it, and also that she was far too prideful to tell that to her daughter. “But we liked your singing,” he said to Little. “You’re a clever girl, you’ll be able to sing and dance at the same time.” He took hold of her hands and let her place her feet on top of his, and then started moving them around the room. Little’s singing soon gave way to giggling and shrieks of laughter.
Suddenly, she stopped and ran over to Clary, putting her feet on top of hers and grabbing her hands. “Mama’s turn!” she announced. Tom chuckled and took Clary’s place as she stood up with Little.
“You’re much easier to dance with, Mama,” said Little. “Da’s got a big tummy and it gets in the way.”
Clary burst out laughing as Tom tried to scowl and failed completely. “That’s my girl,” Clary said. “You tell your da not to eat so many sweets.”
Little looked thoughtful. “Mama?” she asked. “You know how Uncle Matty said that you and Da grew me in the garden and then I tried to grow a baby in one of his pots and then Aunty Sabine found out and hit him and said I came from your tummy?”
Clary blinked and exchanged a puzzled look with Tom. “Well, no,” she said, “but that’s alright.”
Little looked frustrated. “Of course you know. Silly Mama, you must’ve just forgotten. You know everything.”
Clary grinned at Tom. “Of course I do.”
“Well then,” said Little. “Why didn’t I come from Da’s tummy instead? It’s much bigger. Poor Little must’ve been squashed in Mama’s tummy.” She frowned at Clary’s midsection.
“Poor Mama’s tummy was being squashed by you,” muttered Clary.
“It’s not my fault,” said Little. “You should’ve put me in Da’s tummy instead.”
Tom reached out to scoop her up and settle her on his knee. “We didn’t think of that,” he told her. “We didn’t have you here to tell us.”
Little giggled. “Well, you’re both a bit silly then.”