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peopleofthedas2011-01-31 06:57 pm
cave_fatuam) wrote in peopleofthedas2011-01-31 06:57 pm
So, I've been super busy with work...
and slacking on giving you your steady stream of visual smut... I'm sending Alistair to beg you to forgive me though...
And icon -
Also, Tesni and Caerwyn from Vir Lath Sa'vunin! Yaytwist_shimmy and lenna_nightrunner !
Catwyn is a thing!
Happy Young!Tesni
And a drabble...
Title: Girl Sailor
Rating: T for nautical naughtiness and a pun
Characters: Maeve Surana and Anders
Note: Quickly dashed off for the BSN Anders Board Prompt: "What do you do with a drunken sailor?"
Maeve was awkwardly ambling along, desperately pulling along a man who was a good foot taller than her and had lost control of his sodding motor skills.
"Hey, Commander, what do you do with a drunken sailor?" Anders chuckled, intensifying the scent of whiskey already clinging around him. The fact that he chose to nuzzle the crown of her head at that moment did nothing to help the situation.
"You, my dear ser, are not a sailor. Unless you count sailing from one poor girl to the other," Maeve pointed out as she leant him against a nearby wall with a bit more care than was altogether necessary.
"Hmmm,girl sailor? Then permission to come aboard, Cap'n?" Another soft rumble of laughter escaped as he rocked his head back against the stone.
"Need I remind you that my port is reserved for the royal vessel?" She place her hands on her hips and smirked up at him.
"That tiny thing?" Anders countered her smirk with his own well practiced version. "Does it even take up a whole bay?"
"Well, I find the royal ship to be adequate in size, and I hope for your sake you aren't planning to comment further on the size of my docking area." She'd winked at him, painfully aware that she was getting as bad as him.
"Perish the," he paused to think, ironically searching for the word "thought." He tugged her against him. "I wouldn't want you to harbor any ill will toward me."
Maeve stifled her giggle by burying her face in his chest. "Really, Anders? Enough of this." She placed a glowing hand to the side of his head, the tip of her thumb sliding idly over the bridge of his nose. "I was going to let you suffer through waking in the morning, but if you're going to reduce this conversation to puns then I feel the need to spare myself."
He rubbed his face against her hand, the slight stubble scraping against her palm. "I can do that too, you know?"
"Not in the state you were in. Anyway, I believe what you meant to say is, 'Thank you, Maeve. You are my dearest friend and not too bad to look at, if I do say so myself.'"
"Thank you, and I'll be blighted if you aren't the prettiest Commander ever. Although, I hear that girl in Antiva is a looker," he teased before offering his arm to her. "You didn't answer my question though. What do you do with a drunken sailor? "
"Sober 'im up and send him on his way? That seems to be what happened." The corners of her mouth started to twitch up, but his somber look killed her half-formed smile. "Unless he was a pirate. You know how I love me a pirate." She twined her arm tightly around his and squeezed. He perked up considerably.
"I was a pirate once. Didn't last long though."
"'Cause it was icky?"
"Very, very icky." He pulled a silly face. "The smell alone would kill a lesser man, and everything was sticky."
"Oh, Andy, let's go home," Maeve laughed. "You can tell me all about it, okay?"
And icon -
Also, Tesni and Caerwyn from Vir Lath Sa'vunin! Yay
twist_shimmy and lenna_nightrunner !Catwyn is a thing!
Happy Young!Tesni
And a drabble...
Title: Girl Sailor
Rating: T for nautical naughtiness and a pun
Characters: Maeve Surana and Anders
Note: Quickly dashed off for the BSN Anders Board Prompt: "What do you do with a drunken sailor?"
Maeve was awkwardly ambling along, desperately pulling along a man who was a good foot taller than her and had lost control of his sodding motor skills.
"Hey, Commander, what do you do with a drunken sailor?" Anders chuckled, intensifying the scent of whiskey already clinging around him. The fact that he chose to nuzzle the crown of her head at that moment did nothing to help the situation.
"You, my dear ser, are not a sailor. Unless you count sailing from one poor girl to the other," Maeve pointed out as she leant him against a nearby wall with a bit more care than was altogether necessary.
"Hmmm,girl sailor? Then permission to come aboard, Cap'n?" Another soft rumble of laughter escaped as he rocked his head back against the stone.
"Need I remind you that my port is reserved for the royal vessel?" She place her hands on her hips and smirked up at him.
"That tiny thing?" Anders countered her smirk with his own well practiced version. "Does it even take up a whole bay?"
"Well, I find the royal ship to be adequate in size, and I hope for your sake you aren't planning to comment further on the size of my docking area." She'd winked at him, painfully aware that she was getting as bad as him.
"Perish the," he paused to think, ironically searching for the word "thought." He tugged her against him. "I wouldn't want you to harbor any ill will toward me."
Maeve stifled her giggle by burying her face in his chest. "Really, Anders? Enough of this." She placed a glowing hand to the side of his head, the tip of her thumb sliding idly over the bridge of his nose. "I was going to let you suffer through waking in the morning, but if you're going to reduce this conversation to puns then I feel the need to spare myself."
He rubbed his face against her hand, the slight stubble scraping against her palm. "I can do that too, you know?"
"Not in the state you were in. Anyway, I believe what you meant to say is, 'Thank you, Maeve. You are my dearest friend and not too bad to look at, if I do say so myself.'"
"Thank you, and I'll be blighted if you aren't the prettiest Commander ever. Although, I hear that girl in Antiva is a looker," he teased before offering his arm to her. "You didn't answer my question though. What do you do with a drunken sailor? "
"Sober 'im up and send him on his way? That seems to be what happened." The corners of her mouth started to twitch up, but his somber look killed her half-formed smile. "Unless he was a pirate. You know how I love me a pirate." She twined her arm tightly around his and squeezed. He perked up considerably.
"I was a pirate once. Didn't last long though."
"'Cause it was icky?"
"Very, very icky." He pulled a silly face. "The smell alone would kill a lesser man, and everything was sticky."
"Oh, Andy, let's go home," Maeve laughed. "You can tell me all about it, okay?"