Post by Lisa on Jun 3, 2011 11:58:38 GMT 10
Title: Shivers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 376
Pairing: Kel/Wyldon
Summary: There have always been whispers about them, and Kel’s always reacted on particular way. (references to sex)
There were always whispers. Kel was accustomed to her name being tied to all sorts of knights and members of the Own – hadn’t it been happening since she was fourteen? But to hear Lord Wyldon’s name tied to hers had made her shiver.
“It’s atrocious!” Neal blurted out one afternoon, when they were walking across the practice yards.
“It’s the same old nonsense it’s always been,” Kel replied. When she reached the designated archery area, she drew her bow swiftly to hide her shaking hands. She didn’t like people suggesting she was bedding her former district commander; it rubbed her the wrong way.
***
It wasn’t until almost a year later, well after his wife had passed away, that the idea of the two of them being together was spoken almost freely of, among other nobles. The notion made her shiver still, but it was less of a shudder than it was before.
“You’d think they’d have better things to talk about,” Neal growled. “As if you’d ever think of the Stump that way!”
Kel shook her head, frowning. She didn’t want to think of Wyldon in that manner, but then she remembered the moment when they’d been traveling from Mastiff together, when he had asked her personal questions and they got to know each other in a more meaningful way. They had truly become friends the night of the blizzard, holed up in that tiny inn. And in the fire’s light, with the flames reflected in his dark eyes, she’d wondered what it would be like to brush her lips against his.
***
Midwinter balls brought out the worst in gossips, Kel knew. Speculating noblewomen gabbed freely at parties, talking of their suspicions and ruining reputations.
“It’s unbearable,” Neal groused, making a face. “Yuki says that as soon as you two left the ballroom, Doanna of Marti's Hill was insisting that you two had run off to the nearest haystack.”
Kel shivered involuntary. It hadn’t been a haystack, but a soft, luxurious bed. No one had asked why she was nearly two hours late to Raoul’s party, and she wouldn’t have told them if they had. It was her little secret. One that would continue to send shivers down her spine every time she thought of it.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 376
Pairing: Kel/Wyldon
Summary: There have always been whispers about them, and Kel’s always reacted on particular way. (references to sex)
There were always whispers. Kel was accustomed to her name being tied to all sorts of knights and members of the Own – hadn’t it been happening since she was fourteen? But to hear Lord Wyldon’s name tied to hers had made her shiver.
“It’s atrocious!” Neal blurted out one afternoon, when they were walking across the practice yards.
“It’s the same old nonsense it’s always been,” Kel replied. When she reached the designated archery area, she drew her bow swiftly to hide her shaking hands. She didn’t like people suggesting she was bedding her former district commander; it rubbed her the wrong way.
***
It wasn’t until almost a year later, well after his wife had passed away, that the idea of the two of them being together was spoken almost freely of, among other nobles. The notion made her shiver still, but it was less of a shudder than it was before.
“You’d think they’d have better things to talk about,” Neal growled. “As if you’d ever think of the Stump that way!”
Kel shook her head, frowning. She didn’t want to think of Wyldon in that manner, but then she remembered the moment when they’d been traveling from Mastiff together, when he had asked her personal questions and they got to know each other in a more meaningful way. They had truly become friends the night of the blizzard, holed up in that tiny inn. And in the fire’s light, with the flames reflected in his dark eyes, she’d wondered what it would be like to brush her lips against his.
***
Midwinter balls brought out the worst in gossips, Kel knew. Speculating noblewomen gabbed freely at parties, talking of their suspicions and ruining reputations.
“It’s unbearable,” Neal groused, making a face. “Yuki says that as soon as you two left the ballroom, Doanna of Marti's Hill was insisting that you two had run off to the nearest haystack.”
Kel shivered involuntary. It hadn’t been a haystack, but a soft, luxurious bed. No one had asked why she was nearly two hours late to Raoul’s party, and she wouldn’t have told them if they had. It was her little secret. One that would continue to send shivers down her spine every time she thought of it.
Great fic! 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!