Post by journeycat on Jul 2, 2011 2:52:38 GMT 10
Title: My Hair and Your Eyes
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Kel/Faleron
Event: 400 word dash
Word Count: 400
Summary: Kel and Faleron daydream about their future children - that is, until Kel realizes that's what they're doing.
Note: Many, many thanks to Griff for giving me this idea!
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The press of Faleron’s warm body as Kel curled up against him under the covers was sweet enough, but it was the gentle caress of his fingers in her hair that was lulling her to sleep. She was slipping away to their rhythm when he murmured, “What color hair do you think they’ll have?”
“Who?” she asked sleepily.
“Our children. Will they have mine, or yours?”
“Mmm. I hope dark, like yours, and just as silky. If we have a girl, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist putting a ribbon or two in it.”
“As long as she has your eyes,” he said. “With your lashes. And your mouth.” He kissed her sweetly on the lips, as though to prove how much he loved it. “Actually, on second thought, no; I couldn’t handle all the boys who’d be kissing her.”
Kel snorted. “She’s never going to have any friends.”
“She’ll be a pretty thing, though,” Faleron said dreamily. “Tall and dark, with a face like yours and, of course, my exquisite physique—”
“Hey,” she giggled, pinching his shoulder. “Our daughter is going to—wait, what are we doing?” She bolted upright, horrified. “Are we talking about children?”
Faleron blinked. “Well...yes.”
Throwing the covers off, to Faleron’s protests, she jumped out of bed and whirled to face him. “I can’t have children,” she sputtered. “We can’t—I’m not—I’m only twenty-four, and I have all these things I have to do, and—”
“Kel—”
“I do want children someday, Fal, I really do—I’d love to have your babies—but not now. You want to go off and have adventures and lead people, and I want to go off and have adventures and lead people, and—”
“Kel—”
“—and neither of us can do that if we have all these babies—”
“Keladry.”
She closed her mouth as he rested his hands on her shoulders, his expression exasperated. “It was just musings,” Faleron said. “I certainly don’t want a baby now. What would I do with it? Put it in my saddlebag while I go hack at some bandits?”
Kel winced at the image. “I would hope not.”
“We were only married last month—I want to enjoy you for awhile.” He kissed her brow. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t daydream, right? Now, come back to bed or put some clothes on. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re naked.”
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Kel/Faleron
Event: 400 word dash
Word Count: 400
Summary: Kel and Faleron daydream about their future children - that is, until Kel realizes that's what they're doing.
Note: Many, many thanks to Griff for giving me this idea!
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The press of Faleron’s warm body as Kel curled up against him under the covers was sweet enough, but it was the gentle caress of his fingers in her hair that was lulling her to sleep. She was slipping away to their rhythm when he murmured, “What color hair do you think they’ll have?”
“Who?” she asked sleepily.
“Our children. Will they have mine, or yours?”
“Mmm. I hope dark, like yours, and just as silky. If we have a girl, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist putting a ribbon or two in it.”
“As long as she has your eyes,” he said. “With your lashes. And your mouth.” He kissed her sweetly on the lips, as though to prove how much he loved it. “Actually, on second thought, no; I couldn’t handle all the boys who’d be kissing her.”
Kel snorted. “She’s never going to have any friends.”
“She’ll be a pretty thing, though,” Faleron said dreamily. “Tall and dark, with a face like yours and, of course, my exquisite physique—”
“Hey,” she giggled, pinching his shoulder. “Our daughter is going to—wait, what are we doing?” She bolted upright, horrified. “Are we talking about children?”
Faleron blinked. “Well...yes.”
Throwing the covers off, to Faleron’s protests, she jumped out of bed and whirled to face him. “I can’t have children,” she sputtered. “We can’t—I’m not—I’m only twenty-four, and I have all these things I have to do, and—”
“Kel—”
“I do want children someday, Fal, I really do—I’d love to have your babies—but not now. You want to go off and have adventures and lead people, and I want to go off and have adventures and lead people, and—”
“Kel—”
“—and neither of us can do that if we have all these babies—”
“Keladry.”
She closed her mouth as he rested his hands on her shoulders, his expression exasperated. “It was just musings,” Faleron said. “I certainly don’t want a baby now. What would I do with it? Put it in my saddlebag while I go hack at some bandits?”
Kel winced at the image. “I would hope not.”
“We were only married last month—I want to enjoy you for awhile.” He kissed her brow. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t daydream, right? Now, come back to bed or put some clothes on. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re naked.”