Green (drabble)
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tygatiSorry, Mem, I couldn't manage to work your phrase into it.
Still, it amuses. Conall and Niven from Never Say Thank You show us the proper way to celebrate certain holidays... ^.~
When you lived with one of the faerie, you tended to get fairly well accustomed to strange things happening at unexpected times. Even so, there was a limit to just how much weirdness a man could take without proper warning.
"Niven..."
His Brownie looked up from where he'd been meticulously frosting cookies. Green cookies, with green icing. And green sprinkles.
"Good morning," Niven greeted, dark eyes twinkling.
Conall opened his mouth, shut it, then tried again. "Niven..."
A slow grin spread across Niven's face, the kind that Conall normally would have termed 'sultry' but today was calling 'devious' instead. "Yes?"
Conall licked his lips slowly, closed his eyes, and opened them. Nothing had changed. "Niven... my apartment is green."
The Brownie glanced idly around at the green walls, green carpet, green light fixtures, green sofa, and nodded. "Yes, it is." He bent to frost another cookie, the corners of his mouth curling up just enough that his amusement was easily evident.
Letting out a slow breath, Conall padded into the kitchen and picked up a green - shamrock shaped - cookie off the counter. It sparkled where the light caught on tiny crystals of green sugar. "Shamrocks."
"Yes," Niven agreed, humor thick in his voice. "There's beer in the fridge."
Conall blinked. "Beer?" Already dreading what he would find, he set the cookie back down and walked over to open the refrigerator door and peer inside. "... it's green."
"Of course," Niven said, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the laughter he was attempting to contain.
Closing the refrigerator, Conall turned back to stare blankly at his lover. "You're not even Christian. Why are you celebrating St. Patrick's Day?" he asked.
Niven snorted. "Not every holiday commandeered to be religious started out that way." He frosted another cookie. "Then again, the current traditions bear no resemblance whatsoever to the original, so I suppose it hardly matters what's supposed to be being celebrated."
Working through that in his head, Conall opted not to comment. Sometimes faeries made perfect sense, and other times it was just better not to try to figure out what they were talking about. Especially when they'd already colored your house green and were in the process of making green foodstuffs while wearing a sparkly green hat and matching suit that was entirely too tight in certain strategic places.
"Where did you get..."
"From a Leprechaun I know," Niven answered before Conall had even finished the question. "He has a weakness for my baking that I take advantage of from time to time."
"Of course," Conall said weakly. He did his best to ignore the greenness, walking up behind Niven and sliding his arms around the Brownie's waist. The feel of him was reassuring in the face of the overwhelming bizarre, and did quite a bit to get Conall's feet back on solid ground.
Of course Niven knew a Leprechaun. Of course the Leprechaun had a weakness for sweets and was willing to make trades to get them. Conall wondered if Niven's clothing was too small because Leprechauns were traditionally very small, or if Niven had modified them that way.
A thought occurred to him then, and he slipped one finger into the waistband of Niven's green trousers, pulling them open just enough that Conall could see a stretch of dusky skin and-
"You're wearing green underwear."
A low chuckle met his statement and Niven carefully placed his frosting utensils down upon the counter. "Look again."
Slightly puzzled, Conall pulled Niven's pants down a little bit further, breath getting stuck in his throat and blood rushing straight to his groin as he figured it out. "Oh. You're wearing a green thong."
Niven turned away from the counter so that he was facing Conall, pressing forward to rub his green-covered crotch against Conall's plain blue sleep pants. "A sparkly green thong," Niven corrected, eyes positively dancing. "With little transparent-green shamrocks."
"Transparent," Conall echoed, looking down at the smirking man - faerie - in his arms. "How-"
"Faerie magic," Niven supplied, reaching up to brush a light, teasing kiss across Conall's lips. "Want to see?"
"Rhetorical question," Conall muttered, yanking his Brownie closer for a hard kiss.
Still, it amuses. Conall and Niven from Never Say Thank You show us the proper way to celebrate certain holidays... ^.~
When you lived with one of the faerie, you tended to get fairly well accustomed to strange things happening at unexpected times. Even so, there was a limit to just how much weirdness a man could take without proper warning.
"Niven..."
His Brownie looked up from where he'd been meticulously frosting cookies. Green cookies, with green icing. And green sprinkles.
"Good morning," Niven greeted, dark eyes twinkling.
Conall opened his mouth, shut it, then tried again. "Niven..."
A slow grin spread across Niven's face, the kind that Conall normally would have termed 'sultry' but today was calling 'devious' instead. "Yes?"
Conall licked his lips slowly, closed his eyes, and opened them. Nothing had changed. "Niven... my apartment is green."
The Brownie glanced idly around at the green walls, green carpet, green light fixtures, green sofa, and nodded. "Yes, it is." He bent to frost another cookie, the corners of his mouth curling up just enough that his amusement was easily evident.
Letting out a slow breath, Conall padded into the kitchen and picked up a green - shamrock shaped - cookie off the counter. It sparkled where the light caught on tiny crystals of green sugar. "Shamrocks."
"Yes," Niven agreed, humor thick in his voice. "There's beer in the fridge."
Conall blinked. "Beer?" Already dreading what he would find, he set the cookie back down and walked over to open the refrigerator door and peer inside. "... it's green."
"Of course," Niven said, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the laughter he was attempting to contain.
Closing the refrigerator, Conall turned back to stare blankly at his lover. "You're not even Christian. Why are you celebrating St. Patrick's Day?" he asked.
Niven snorted. "Not every holiday commandeered to be religious started out that way." He frosted another cookie. "Then again, the current traditions bear no resemblance whatsoever to the original, so I suppose it hardly matters what's supposed to be being celebrated."
Working through that in his head, Conall opted not to comment. Sometimes faeries made perfect sense, and other times it was just better not to try to figure out what they were talking about. Especially when they'd already colored your house green and were in the process of making green foodstuffs while wearing a sparkly green hat and matching suit that was entirely too tight in certain strategic places.
"Where did you get..."
"From a Leprechaun I know," Niven answered before Conall had even finished the question. "He has a weakness for my baking that I take advantage of from time to time."
"Of course," Conall said weakly. He did his best to ignore the greenness, walking up behind Niven and sliding his arms around the Brownie's waist. The feel of him was reassuring in the face of the overwhelming bizarre, and did quite a bit to get Conall's feet back on solid ground.
Of course Niven knew a Leprechaun. Of course the Leprechaun had a weakness for sweets and was willing to make trades to get them. Conall wondered if Niven's clothing was too small because Leprechauns were traditionally very small, or if Niven had modified them that way.
A thought occurred to him then, and he slipped one finger into the waistband of Niven's green trousers, pulling them open just enough that Conall could see a stretch of dusky skin and-
"You're wearing green underwear."
A low chuckle met his statement and Niven carefully placed his frosting utensils down upon the counter. "Look again."
Slightly puzzled, Conall pulled Niven's pants down a little bit further, breath getting stuck in his throat and blood rushing straight to his groin as he figured it out. "Oh. You're wearing a green thong."
Niven turned away from the counter so that he was facing Conall, pressing forward to rub his green-covered crotch against Conall's plain blue sleep pants. "A sparkly green thong," Niven corrected, eyes positively dancing. "With little transparent-green shamrocks."
"Transparent," Conall echoed, looking down at the smirking man - faerie - in his arms. "How-"
"Faerie magic," Niven supplied, reaching up to brush a light, teasing kiss across Conall's lips. "Want to see?"
"Rhetorical question," Conall muttered, yanking his Brownie closer for a hard kiss.
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Date: 2008-03-15 09:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-03-16 01:33 am (UTC)No sweat on the phrase. Though I do think it would have worked as a title.
Also, I'm super-earning my dork status today. *rolls eyes* To be expanded upon...
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Date: 2008-03-16 04:47 am (UTC)"Niven... my apartment is green."
The Brownie glanced idly around at the green walls, green carpet, green light fixtures, green sofa, and nodded. "Yes, it is."
That made me laugh. And I love that Niven's got Leprechaun connections.
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-16 06:29 am (UTC)Poor Conall. *snickers* ZOMG, I love Niven and his all things St. Paddy's day cooking and clothing. XD (Heehee transparent green shamrocks on a green thong FTW!!)
They are so, so adorable. ^_^
Oh, and I loved Niven's comment on how St. Paddy's Day wasn't necessarily a religious thing. XD
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Date: 2008-03-16 10:12 am (UTC)"There's beer in the fridge.", "... it's green."
the end is so cool.
I wander what will he do on valentine's day.
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:10 pm (UTC)LOL!
Date: 2008-03-16 11:51 am (UTC)Thank you! It is a lovely, sexy follow-up on the original story. <3
Re: LOL!
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Date: 2008-03-17 06:28 am (UTC)Niven is ridiculously cute... and I'm sure he plans these outrageous holidays on purpose...
Conall is also adorable beyound belief...