Original Imagine: Imagine taking a stroll through the woods near the local park...
You took in a deep breath of autumn air, tilting your head back to inspect the orange and gold canopy above your head. You smile slightly, watching a couple browning leaves finally detach themselves from the branches overhead and begin to drift slowly, almost lazily, towards the ground. A sudden gust of air sends them spiraling frantically away before they can touch the gravel pathway you’re standing on, and you shiver a little as the sudden chill cuts straight through your thin jacket. The weather report had stated the wind would be variable, and that a heavy coat wasn’t needed, but you were starting to wish you’d had the foresight to at least wear something a little thicker than your cotton hoodie.
Luckily, a few moments later the wind died down, and the feeble rays of sunshine from the setting sun managed to warm you as you meandered down the pathway, admiring the foliage around you. You always loved autumn. Some people said it was depressing, watching everything starting to wither up and fade away into winter, but you loved it. It was cool, not cold, and still warm enough to take long walks like these when the day was nice. And you loved the colors. Summer was always so, so green, and winter and spring had no real colors to speak of. But fall was so vibrant. Red, orange, gold, yellow, and the occasional green here and there as a pine tree sprung up in your view.
Fall was a season of colors and change, but most certainly not something to be depressed about. At least not in your opinion.
You sucked in another deep breath of air, turning a slight circle on the path as the cool air around you made you feel invigorated, like you could sprint a mile. But that wasn’t the plan for today. No, today you were meeting your boyfriend.
Though, you couldn’t help but notice as you took a seat on your favorite bench in the park—the one overlooking the small pond—that your gentleman seemed to be running late. You were already a little late yourself, but as you checked your watch you saw that it was already later than you’d thought, and couldn’t help frowning.
Normally he was very good at keeping time, so you wondered if something had happened. Unfortunately, since he had no cell phone, you had no way of getting in touch with him, short of sending a carrier pigeon, and you were fresh out of pigeons. You decided to give it a few more minutes before you went into a full blown worry session, and instead busied yourself with admiring the flickering orange light of the setting sun on the rippling pond.
A mallard paddled by lazily, enjoying the last rays of warmth from the sun. On the bank, a brown female sat preening her feathers.
You admired the view for a long moment, then tilted your head back a bit to rest on the back of the bench and let your eyes drift closed. It was still warm enough to be comfortable, and you took full advantage of the quiet of the park.
You must have dozed off, because when you opened your eyes ago—what felt only minutes later—the sun had completely gone down, and the lamps around the pond had come on, casting a sharp light on the surrounding area. You frowned, checking your watch, and felt your stomach turn slightly to see you had fallen asleep for almost half an hour. And your boyfriend still wasn’t there.
The air was much cooler now, and you shivered as you got to your feet, wincing as you felt a slight tightness in your neck. Apparently sleeping on the bench hadn’t been much appreciated by your body, and you massaged the sore spot gingerly as you turned a slow circle, looking around you for any sign of your boyfriend. Nothing.
You were really starting to worry. He was never this late. Ever.
You deliberated. Half of you said to wait a while longer and see if he showed up. The other half said to run back to the house, grab a heavier jacket, and see if you could get in touch with him somehow to find out if he was okay. Torn between the two, you shifted your weight anxiously from one foot to the other, trying to stay warm as a chilly breeze snaked its way through the trees, making you shiver.
You slitted your eyes as the wind picked up briefly, and somewhere overhead a bird called loudly. As the wind died down somewhat, you took a deep breath, and exhaled; a puff of steam issuing from your trembling lips. The coat was seeming like a really good idea right about now.
You started to turn to walk back down the path the way you had arrived, and stopped abruptly as you come almost nose-to-chest with a rather tall red-headed figure. Startled, you tilted your head back, causing your already stiff neck to pop unhappily in response, and winced.
“Hey there,” your boyfriend greets you with a smile, showing bright white teeth. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was a bitch.”
You stare up at him, surprised by how suddenly he’d appeared, but then realize that—in spite of the darkness—his red hair still managed to blend in somewhat with the trees around the pair of you, and the fact he was sporting a deep brown leather jacket and brown slacks didn’t help distinguish his lanky form from the tree trunks.
“I was worried about you,” you tell him, frowning. “You’re late.”
He gives you a little grin and a chuckle, and reaches out to sling an arm across your shoulders, tugging you under his arm and up against his much taller, warmer frame.
“Sorry, princess,” he says, nuzzling the top of your head, “I got held up.”
You nod mutely, stuffing your hands into the pockets of his jacket and sighing as you’re treated to immediate warmth. You press yourself even closer to him, glad for the body heat emanating from him in waves.
He glances down at you, registers the slight chattering of your teeth, and gives you a fond smile.
“Looking a little cold there, lady,” he says, giving you a firm squeeze, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.
“It’s cold,” you mumble, and he laughs, turning to usher you back down the pathway the way he had apparently come.
“Come on,” he chuckles, “Apple cider, on me. And maybe some nice evening snuggles in front of a brain-dead movie.”
“I like that idea,” you tell him, smiling up at him.
He smiles back, his emerald eyes twinkling, and bends to press a warm kiss to your forehead. “Me, too, princess,” he murmurs.
Original Imagine: Imagine Ash sliding his arms around your waist from behind and pulling you up against him...
It had been a long week, to say the least. Between exams, homework that you still had to do, and the looming perspective of having to start applying for jobs just to keep your head above water, you had a lot to deal with. And you had made certain to tell Ash that when he’d dropped by on Monday to tell you he was going to be spending the week with you, because you had known full and well when you’d seen the gleam of anticipation in the Prince’s eyes when he’d first showed up that spending the week at your house merely for the benefit of getting away from his family wasn’t the only thing he had in mind.
“I’m busy,” you had told him very slowly, looking him dead in the eyes as he’d smiled a little too insinuatively at you. “Alright? You can spend the week or the month or however long you need to spend here, but I have stuff to do and won’t always be around to keep you entertained.”
He’d done his best to hide his disappointment, but you had been able to see the way his hopefulness decreased, even as he’d nodded and agreed.
So far, though, he had behaved. You two spent the nights in the same bed, sure, but you didn’t get up to much except maybe waking up in the middle of the night when he ended up taking all the covers and leaving you frigid. So, in between blanket tug-of-war and pillow fights, you mostly just did your work, ate, and slept.
Ash had kept himself busy as well. Most of the day he was out of the house; you assumed he had things related to the Court he had to take care of, and was just making his life easier by reducing the amount of time he was forced to be around his family by staying with you. You couldn’t blame him in the slightest. You’d met each of his family members in passing, and you didn’t really like any of them. You had a little respect for his oldest brother, Sage, since you got the least amount of creepy vibes off of him, but Rowan and Mab had been two different stories.
Rowan gave you the creeps just by looking at you, and Mab didn’t even have to do more than be in the same room as you to make your hairs stand on end and your teeth chatter. Luckily for you, though you knew the Queen didn’t approve of your relationship with her youngest son, she had never gone out of her way to personally notice you or make your life miserable, though you got the sense it was because she was trying to wish you into non-existence. That, maybe, if she spent enough time pretending you weren’t there, eventually you wouldn’t be.
Sighing, you sat back in your chair, scrubbing your hands over your face, feeling your eyes growing tired. You’d been staring at the same line of text in your notes for a solid five minutes, but you still had no real idea what it said or what it meant. You really needed to focus. Your exam was in a couple of days and you needed time to get everything straightened out so you could remember it, but this wasn’t proving to be easy. Probably because you’d spent most of the day poring over page after page of notes and your brain was finally crashing from the exertion.
Deciding you might as well give yourself a ten minute break and get something to eat—since you hadn’t so much as moved from the table since at least noon and it was now six at night—you shoved your notes and books away from you and got to your feet, wincing as you felt the joints in your back pop as you straightened from your slouch.
You shuffled into the kitchen, stifling a yawn, and yanked open the fridge door, beginning to comb through the available foodstuffs for a promising dinner. You didn’t need anything huge. Frankly, you were too stressed to eat much, but you needed brain food, and something that would keep you going for a few more hours before an early bed time.
Sighing, you sifted through containers of left overs, searching for anything that didn’t make your stomach churn at the very sight of it, and eventually settled on a small box tucked away in the back. You dumped the contents onto a plate, stuck it in the microwave, and stood watching the tray revolve slowly in the machine as you waited for the timer to finish counting down.
You heard the front door open as you watched the timer hit five seconds, and craned your neck to peer through the entryway to see Ash slouching into view, looking exhausted.
“Hey,” you greeted him as the timer finally beeped loudly and your food finished cooking. “You look beat.”
He nodded mutely, managing to give you a small smile as he meandered over to where you stood in the kitchen removing your food from the microwave.
“Smells good,” he mumbled, pausing behind you and dropping his chin on top of your head, looking a little longingly at your plate of food.
“Hungry?” you asked, smirking up at him.
He nodded pitifully, and you walked over to the counter to pull out another plate, splitting your portion in half and setting the larger half on his plate.
“You don’t need to do that, love,” he told you softly, seeing what you were doing and giving you an appreciative, though somewhat exasperated, smile. “You have studies.”
“I also have other food,” you pointed out, digging out a plastic fork for him and handing him the plate and the utensil. “Besides, between studying or dealing with your family, I think your family probably takes a lot more energy.”
He smirked, scooping up a forkful of food and inserting it into his mouth. The look of blissful contentment that took over his face made you laugh.
“Must’ve been a hellish day for a mouthful of food to make you look that happy,” you told him with a grin as you picked up your own plate and fork and led the way back to the table, moving your books out of the way so you could both eat.
“I’ve had better days, for certain,” he agreed with a little grimace, scooping up another mouthful. “Luckily, this means I won’t have to go back for a couple of days.”
“Define ‘a couple of days’,” you said shrewdly as you took a bite of your meal.
“A couple of days by your standards,” he said, smirking slightly.
“Good,” you said, grinning and leaning over to kiss his cheek.
He smiled at you, and you saw a flicker of something a little more intense than happiness appear in his eyes and wagged a finger.
“No,” you told him firmly, and he pouted, though his eyes brimmed with laughter. “I have exams, sir. I have to study. You can keep that look and those thoughts to yourself.”
“Yes, dear,” he chortled, and went back to eating his food, though you noticed the gleam in his eyes hadn’t quite gone away, and you also felt a little stirring in the pit of your stomach that actually had nothing to do with the food or your exam worries.
You two finished your small meal in silence, and Ash graciously cleared away the plates while you got back to studying.
As you threw yourself back into your notes, he rinsed and stowed away the dishes, then, after coming back to kiss the top of your head, excused himself to take a shower. You only nodded silently when he said it, and he went on his way, leaving you to study in peace.
You lost yourself trying to figure out your notes, and almost half an hour later and much erasing and rewriting and groaning, you still hadn’t gotten anywhere.
“This sucks,” you muttered, slouching back in your chair, glaring at the mass of notes and eraser shavings in front of you.
You heard a quiet chuckle behind you, and startled a bit as Ash’s cold, bare arms slid suddenly around your shoulders, hugging you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Having problems?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you tilted your head to look at him.
“None of it makes sense,” you complained, gesturing towards the pile of work in front of you.
“Talk me through it and maybe it will,” he suggested, rubbing his chin across your shoulder slowly.
Sighing, still frowning, you reached out to pick up one of the sheets of notes, and began to talk Ash through the steps of the equation you had been spending the past hour and a half trying to figure out. He listened attentively, nodding and giving quiet hums of assent when you asked if it made sense, and you slowly started to realize what you had been missing.
Ten minutes later, you had it.
“I got it,” you said, slightly amazed, beaming from ear to ear at Ash.
“Good,” he said, smiling warmly at you. “Do you need to talk me through anything else?”
“Um…” you frowned, thinking. “I don’t think so…That was all I really needed to study. I just hadn’t been able to figure out the steps to the equation until just now, so the rest of it was really difficult to try and figure out.”
“Hmm…”
“Hmm?” you echoed, glancing sideways at Ash, not quite trusting the low hum in his voice. It sounded a little too devious.
But he merely shook his head, even as he smirked, and gave you a brief squeeze before stepping back and straightening up.
“You should get a shower,” he suggested as you pushed your chair back and got up, stretching immensely.
“I should,” you agreed tiredly.
And you did. You stood under the spray for a solid twenty minutes, just enjoying the warmth and the fact you didn’t have to think about anything while the water washed over you. You got out, dried off, brushed your teeth, and walked out of the bathroom into the hallway, stifling a yawn.
Ash had already turned off most of the lights in the main part of the house, so you went ahead to the bedroom, figuring he would be there already.
You were surprised, however, when you arrived there to find the bed empty and untouched, and Ash nowhere in sight. You frowned, looking around, but you didn’t see him.
“Maybe still in the kitchen…” you guessed, shrugging and taking a step forward towards the bed.
Before you could get further than a couple of feet, however, you sensed more than heard something move behind you, and the next second you gave a squeak of alarm as something cold and firm locked around your waist and drew you backwards against something even colder and firmer. You looked around in alarm, and spotted Ash, who was shirtless as he stood behind you, his arms loosely draped around your waist.
“Jeez, you scared me,” you muttered, frowning at him and giving him a thump on the arm.
He smirked, and leaned down to nuzzle the side of your neck, his cool breath making the lingering drops of water from your shower turn icy cold against your skin so you shivered and squirmed. He tightened his arms around you, and you felt his lips graze across the curve of your throat.
You were starting to get goosebumps on your arms, and your still damp hair suddenly made everything seem much colder as his cold breath and lips sent chills down your spine.
“I’m cold…” he murmured then, his lips still pressed against the side of your throat, his breath coming out in a cool puff of air that raised the hair on the back of your neck. “Warm me up…”
“How are you cold?” you demanded, managing to turn your head to scowl at him, even as you felt a stir of warmth in your lower gut as the firmness of his arms and chest pressed into you, making you very aware of how close he was.
Ash’s eyes flickered up at you from where he had his head resting against your shoulder, and you felt a jolt of anticipation streak through you to see the way his silvery eyes were smoldering with heat and want as he looked up at you.
“Ash,” you said, a little warningly, but your voice shook, ruining the effect.
He lifted his head slightly, just enough to bring his eyes on a level with yours, but it wasn’t until he’d leaned in that you realized what he was really after. His mouth descended over yours swiftly enough to startle a gasp out of you, and then your knees went slightly weak and your stomach curled itself up in knots as his cool, soft lips settled on yours, his chilled breath escaping enough to breeze across your face as his eyes drifted shut.
You stood rigid, but your insides were melting, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes too as his mouth moved languidly over yours, his lips smooth, cold, and hungry. His teeth nipped here and there, tugging on your lower lip, only to be smoothed away as his tongue flicked out to taste where his teeth had been. His tongue was even colder than his mouth, and you felt a shiver run from the crown of your head, down the length of your spine, raising goosebumps all over you, until it reached your toes, which curled in the carpet under your feet.
Your mind was a little hazy, and you could feel yourself shaking a bit as Ash finished the kiss with a final soft tug on your lower lip before moving away, and lowering his head until his lips were at your neck again.
“Do you know what today is?” he asked softly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, even if his head was lowered too far for you to see it.
“No,” you mumbled, averting your eyes, feeling your face turning pink as he continued to gaze intently at you.
“It’s Friday,” he told you coolly, “It’s the end of the week, and I have been very, very well behaved, don’t you think?”
You bit your lower lip, shivering with something other than cold now. “That’s cheating.”
“Hardly,” he chuckled. “You don’t have an exam until Monday, so that gives me at least tonight and tomorrow night to enjoy a little private time.”
“I still have to study,” you pointed out, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to dissuade him or just making a statement at this point.
“I’ll help,” he offered, and you glanced sideways at him, clearly hearing the wicked note in his voice.
“If you even think of saying you’re going to help me study anatomy, you’re sleeping on the couch, alone,” you told him sternly.
He laughed, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile as well.
“Alright,” he chuckled, loosening his hold on your waist, trading his hold to your hand instead, and guiding you over to the bed, “I won’t, but I still think I should get a little extra credit for being so well behaved.”
“Stop making lame puns about my education and you can have all the credit you want for behaving,” you bargain as you both slide into bed.
He smirks, waving a hand towards the lights, sending the room into total darkness. “Deal.”
Well this is my first time doing one of these, and i will admit I'm pretty new to tumblr, but I'm gonna give this a shot!! lol ok
Nickname: I don't have one :P
Sign: Cancer---> July 22 (I'm 18 years old)
Gender: Female
Height: 5′3″
Time and Date: 6/10/2015 - 7:28 pm
Average amount of sleep: Blah, i hardly sleep during the night because well i’m up reading voltage inc games ^_^ but on average i’ll sleep from 3:30am to 2:00pm if i don't have school that is. if i do have school then i’ll sleep from 1:30 am to 9:00am. {i know its bad}
Lucky Number: 22
Last thing I googled: gluten free cookie recipe ( i have celiac disease :p)
First word that comes to mind: turnip ( i...don’t...know...why)
How many blankets to you sleep with: i sleep with one fluffy one!
Favorite Fictional Characters: Oh god well a vast majority of my favorite fictional characters are Otome-Voltageinc so imma pick my top 5. (in no particular order)
* Leon (scm)
*Huedhaut (scm)
*Joshua (bmp)
*Riki (llftx)
*Kyohei Rikudoh (sits)
* ohhh i guess this is unofficial since he doesn't have a route but i have been recently obsessed with kohaku from Enchanted in the Moonlight season 2!
Favorite Celebrities: Ian Somerhalder and Dylan O’Brien
Favourite Books: Stolen by Lucy Christopher
Last movie I saw in the cinema: TomorrowLand ( i was disappointed )
Dream holiday: New York, Paris, England, Australia, Japan ^_^
Dream Job: well I'm going to nursing school right now, sooo yeah my dream job is to be a nurse ever since i was little! When i was 6 i was diagnosed with juvenile type 1 diabetes, so ever since then i’ve wanted to help kids who are like me!
Wearing Right Now: um khakis..LOL JK I'm wearing a baggy black Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt and black short-shorts (they're my pjs)
My Favourite Victims: hmmm i don't know yet!
Gahhh i don’t know if any of you have been tagged yet or not but I'm still going to tag you because i want to get to know you a little bit better!!!
Also, i love making friends (hint hint) lol okayyyyy
Original Imagine: Imagine walking out of the shower into your bedroom and freezing when you find Ash standing there. He raises an eyebrow, and smirks as he notices you only have a towel wrapped around you. “I like the new pajamas,” he says, silver eyes glinting as he steps towards you.
Stifling a yawn as you stepped into your bedroom, you slumped against the door and dumped your book bag onto the floor where it landed with a dull thud. It had been a hell of a day, and you were more than ready to call it a night. All you needed now was a good soak in the shower, maybe a mini-marathon of your favorite show, and perhaps a cup of tea before bed.
You covered your mouth as another yawn managed to pop your jaw, and shuffled towards the attached bathroom. The door stood open, the way you'd left it when you'd rushed out this morning to catch the bus, and, thankfully, the light was still on. You didn't bother turning on your bedroom light. It'd be off again in about an hour anyway.
As you trudged to the bathroom, you shed your work clothes. Your trousers and work shirt found their way onto the floor; you stumbled a bit as you yanked off your socks, one at a time, and finally discarded your bra and underwear before stepping into the bathroom. The cold tile sent a jolt straight up from your toes to the crown of your head, making you shiver, and you put one arm around yourself in a lame effort to stay warm as you fumbled for the nozzle on the tub. The water pouring into the tub was a little louder than you'd anticipated, and you jumped a little, but sighed in relief as the water quickly heated and began to fill the bathroom with steam.
Your reflection in the mirror became murkier and harder to see, until finally it was completely steamed over. You wanted to take a shower, but you had the feeling your legs wouldn't support you after having stood on them for 12 hours today. So, resigning yourself to a bath, you scrounged under the sink in the cabinets until you found a scarcely used bottle of bubble bath, and dumped a cap full into the gushing water. The familiar smell of it quickly overtook the entire room, and you inhaled deeply.
You dipped your toes gingerly into the steaming tub, and exhaled in pleasure as the warmth immediately seeped into your tired body. You wasted no time immersing yourself up to your neck in the heat, nearly spilling the water over the edges as it continued to fill the tub up.
As your hair became damp from the water, you considered grabbing the shampoo and giving it a good wash, but your arms felt like lead, and you weren't really in a mindset to move at the moment. You just wanted to relax, soak, and forget the day had happened. It had been a nightmare of a day, and bed had never looked so good, second only to this.
Closing your eyes briefly, you leaned your head back against the edge of the tub, knees drawn up so you could sink even lower into the foamy water. Bubbles tickled your nose, and you sneezed, parting the white foam like Moses and the Red Sea. Playing idly with a larger bubble by your thigh, you lazily thought back on the day. It was almost like a hallucination now. You were so content you could almost completely forget that nightmare of a woman who had come raging into the store today. Complaining about this that and the other that was wrong with her precious son's new phone. Her precious, 18-year-old son, who had trailed behind her into the store, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his too-low jeans, his cap twisted backwards, his Justin Bieber swoop hanging completely in his eyes so all you could see was acne speckled cheeks, nose, and chin.
He had leered at you, showing gunked up braces, clearly trying to flirt. You'd ignored him. A poor choice, since that had only seemed to set off the Mama Bear even more, until she'd called not just your manager, but your manager, his manager, and then tried to get through to the shift manager who was off work today. It had been a total and utter disaster. At least your manager had understood it wasn't your fault, but the poor guy had had to give up $100 worth of discounts and a brand new iPhone just to sate the woman before she'd go away.
You had made sure she was completely out of the store before tossing out the scribbled phone number her son had clumsily slipped you on his way out.
"Send me your Kik," he'd muttered to you, and you had gotten the feeling he'd winked, but you couldn't tell with his hair in the way.
It had been a damn shame Ash hadn't been there. You would have just loved to see the look on the Bieber-wannabe's face if the Winter Prince had come up behind him while he was trying to make a pass. Heck, you would have loved to see the look on the mother's face... That would have been something. You had noticed that your boyfriend/love/whatever he was happened to have an incredible affect on any human he happened to be near, whether male, female, adult, child, or otherwise. They always sucked right up to him, or ran scared. Mostly the second one, which worked fine for you.
You didn't like to consider yourself the jealous type, but you had noticed you could get a bit testy when other people got too close or too comfortable with the Prince. Fortunately, he didn't seem even remotely interested in anyone's advances but yours.
Now that you thought about it, you wondered where he was. Usually he was waiting for you once you got home, but you hadn't seen him when you'd come in, and you hadn't heard him, either. Though that part wasn't anywhere near as unusual. He was as quiet as he was sexy, and that was quiet a considerable amount. More than once he'd managed to come up behind you while you weren't paying attention and scared the living daylights out of you.
Suddenly a little paranoid, you peeked around the edge of the door into your bedroom, just to see if he was there, but the room beyond was dark and empty, just as it had been. You frowned.
Normally Ash told you or left you a note if he was leaving to go somewhere. You knew occasionally he had to leave to go back to Tir Na Nog on official business, but even then he generally made an effort to let you know he'd be absent at least for a few hours, if not days. So, if he wasn't here, and he hadn't left a note, where was he?
Frowning, you leaned back in the tub, the water sloshing across your legs at the movement, and stared up at the ceiling. It was hard to see the swirling patterns in the paint with all the steam in the room, but you could make a few shadows here and there from the light.
You knew better than to really worry about Ash. He was one of the more dangerous inhabitants of Faery, not to mention the third son of a Queen, and that put him high on a list of powerful people. You’d even seen him in action before, when he’d been “holding back” against a gang of satyrs he’d intervened with when they’d been chasing a young girl in the downtown park near your home. There had been at least ten of them, but it hadn’t mattered to the Prince. You had learned from then on to be more worried for the people who got in Ash’s way than the people Ash was getting in the way off.
The only real cause for concern with Ash was if his mother demanded his presence. She knew very well about the relationship between the pair of you, and had been far from accepting the last time she’d seen you, but according to Ash the Queen knew better than to try and interfere with her son’s relationship, and generally left you alone. The last time there had been any kind of discord between Ash and his mother, it had been during Mab’s singular attempt to forbid him from seeing you, and that had backfired spectacularly on her when Ash had merely shrugged and come back home to you, saying that, if necessary, he’d move in permanently and see how Mab liked it.
She hadn’t liked it at all, of course, and had relented. She hadn’t tried to keep you two apart since then. But every now and then you got a little nagging in the back of your head that just had to wonder if she was up to something, and tonight was one of the nights that nagging was back in your head. Almost like a gnat buzzing right around your head, annoyingly close, but just out of swatting distance. You had the feeling if Ash didn’t come home tonight, that nagging voice would accompany you to bed, too. Joy...
Just when you’d gotten rid of one nag at work, another showed up to ruin your bath.
Heaving a sigh, figuring your relaxing bath time as over, especially considering that the bubbles had all but vanished by this point, you let the water out and sat while it all drained out. The quiet gurgle of the drain filled the previous quiet of the room, and you let it distract you for a while as you watched the mini tornado forming in the bottom of the tub as the water was sucked away.
When it had all trickled out, and the only sound left was the steady drip from the remaining bits of water, you hauled yourself out of the tub, snatched a towel from the nearby rack, and wrapped it around yourself. You paused to wipe a spot clean on the mirror, just enough to be able to see what your hair looked like. It was a little frizzy from the steam, but otherwise tameable. You’d worry about it when you came back to bed. Right now, you just wanted to change into your pajamas, get some tea, and zone out in front of the TV. Hair could wait.
Slouching out of the bathroom, you had to stifle another abrupt yawn, one so large your eyes cinched shut briefly, so you weren’t really looking into your bedroom as you came out of the shower. When you opened your eyes again, and they landed on your bed, you froze, stock still, as Ash looked up from where he lay stretched out on the covers, a book in hand. His silver eyes flickered briefly with surprise, and then he smiled and sat up to greet you.
He paused, his eyes quickly scanning the length of you, as he realized you were all but naked except for the towel you were now clutching about you. One dark eyebrow raises on his ivory forehead, and the corners of his mouth curve into a smirk.
“Uh...” you say blankly, staring at him, suddenly very aware of how not clothed you are.
You have never been this close to naked in front of him; not even after six months of living together. Aside from the short shorts and tank top you wear to bed, this is the most naked you’ve been while he was in the room. And it’s doing nothing to improve your confidence. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, around your ears, and finally into your cheeks, and as you stand there, flushed with embarrassment, Ash’s eyes take on an almost mischievous glint.
“I like the new pajamas,” he comments idly, gesturing towards the towel.
You find the moxy to glare at him. “Very funny,” you mutter. “Get out so I can change.”
His smirk broadens, “But you’re already dressed,” he teases, even as he gets to his feet, gently placing his book back on the bed.
He takes a step towards you, which startles you, but he only bends to kiss your forehead. His cool lips are a bit of a shock against your warm forehead, and you shiver, briefly reminded of the bathroom tiles.
“Where were you?” you ask, a little distractedly as he gently tucks a strand of dampened hair behind your ear.
Both of his eyebrows shoot up, and he seems to be trying not to smile. “Why does the lady ask?” he inquires.
You frown, suspicious of his too-innocent tone.
“Because I ask,” you respond stubbornly, and he smirks. “Ash.”
He chuckles and kisses your forehead again. “Funnily enough, I brought you some new pajamas. Your other ones are a bit, um...what is the word? Simple?”
Now it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “Simple, huh?” you ask, and he shrugs. “So, what exactly are my new pajamas, then? Complicated?”
His responding smirk and glinting eyes make you a little apprehensive as he steps back and motions towards a few items of silky clothing laid out on the bed.
“Something along those lines,” he admits as you step nearer, and feel your face flood with color again as you look at the lacy, nearly non-existent scraps of clothing on your bed.
“You’re joking,” you say, dumbstruck.
“Only if you think it’s funny,” he responds, resting his chin on your shoulder from behind. “I think they’re sexy.”
“Where the hell did you even get these?” you demand, giving him a mutinous look.
“That’s for me to know,” he says with a wicked smile.
You eye him for a long moment. “You worry me sometimes, you know that?” you ask, and he chortles. You take a moment to inspect one of the tiny articles of lace on your bed. It’s midnight blue in color, with little silver stars all over it. “Do you really want me to wear this?”
His arms are cold enough to pierce through the towel you’re wearing as he links them around your waist.
“Only if you’re willing,” he murmurs, and you shudder at the hopeful, sultry note in his voice.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was more than one implication in his words.
“I’ll...put one on,” you agree slowly, and can feel him smiling against your shoulder, “But if it’s horrible, I’m taking it off and never wearing it again.”
“Deal,” he agrees, and kisses your neck before stepping back.
You glance over your shoulder to make sure he’s leaving, and only after he’s out of the room do you heave a sigh and start to seriously consider the clothes in front of you; if they can even be called “clothes”.
“Well,” you sigh to yourself, finally dropping the towel from your waist, “It could be worse. It could have been neon yellow or something...”
It’s a lame attempt to make light of the situation, but you’re extremely apprehensive as you carefully work your way into the strappy, lacy confines of the lingerie. You half expect it to be itchy, or otherwise tight and uncomfortable in some places, but the seams meld to you like the clothes were made to fit you perfectly. You’re actually amazed at how comfortable everything is for being nearly naked in them, and take a few moments to examine yourself in the large mirror hanging on your wall.
“Damn, I look good,” you mutter, eyeballing yourself in the mirror, doing a little pirouette just to examine yourself from all sides.
You think about it for a moment, then have an idea that surprises you. Quickly, you go over to the bed and shift the other lingerie over until you can scoop it into the drawer of your nightstand for later use. You perch lightly on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, then reconsider and cross your ankles instead, sitting neatly on the comforter.
“Ash?” you call.
“Yes?”
“Would you come here please?”
The door opens, and the Prince steps inside, looking attentive. The moment he sees you, his breath seems to catch, and you can see his pupils dilate just the slightest bit as he rakes a hungry gaze over you.
You bounce your foot against the carpet, feeling that familiar embarrassed warmth sneaking into your cheeks.
“Well?” you ask, and spread your arms a little.
He leans a hip on the doorjamb and eyes you very intently. “I can’t decide if this was a great or horrible investment of money,” he muses thoughtfully.
“Oh?” you ask, frowning slightly.
“I bought it so you could wear it, but now I have this excruciating urge to rip it all off of you,” he admits, and his smile is nothing short of devious.
You can’t help but smile. “Well, I can see your problem,” you admit, scooting back further onto the bed and drawing your knees up to your chest, “But I fully intend to wear this tonight, because it’s actually really comfortable, and I look hot in it, so contain yourself.”
He smirks. “No promises,” he says as he comes over to the bed.
You stick your tongue out at him as he slides onto the covers next to you. “Get a grip, my man. I have a show to marathon before bed. I’m totally beat.”
“Oh?” he asks, leaning forward to kiss you lightly on the corner of the mouth.
The contact is enough to send a tingling sensation from your lips to the tips of your fingers and toes, and you sit there, a little jittery, as he leans back to watch you through hungry eyes.
“Long day,” you say in a mumble, blushing. “Crazy bitch lady.”
“Ah,” he says with a knowing smirk. “You definitely deserve to marathon a show and go to bed then.”
“I deserve it every day,” you say, a little indignantly.
“Oh, yes, of course.” He looks highly amused at this. “How silly of me to forget.”
You roll your eyes and snuggle down under the covers as he slides into bed beside you. You hadn’t realized until then he was already in his usual pajama bottoms and black t-shirt. Clearly ready for bed.
“By the way,” he says as you flick on the TV and tune to your favorite channel, “I still the towel was your best pajama set yet.”
You lightly flick his arm, and he chuckles as he tucks you against his chest, settling down to watch the marathon with you. Of course, by the end of the second episode, you’re out cold, snoring lightly into the Prince’s chest.
He watches you with a small smile on his face, gently stroking your hair.
“Goodnight, angel,” he sighs, nuzzling the top of your head and closing his eyes.
Um.. Are you gonna do it? Or was it too much for you :<
I’m sorry, I just woke up and my brain isn’t fully functional yet. Do what? o.o
Note: Are you referring to the second part of ‘Cinderelly’, because it’s on my to-do list. I’ve been trying to finish it, but I’m a bit slow sometimes, unfortunately. :(
Just a note to wishandluck, I am still working on your one-shot request. Things have been crazy busy but I will hopefully have it ready to put up within the next week. :)
Imagine secretly wanting to go to prom, but always acting like it doesn't matter to you, because you don't think anyone will bother asking you. You go dress shopping with friends to help them pick out their outfits, trying not to let on how jealous you are. The night of prom, you're sitting on your bed, trying to lose yourself in a book, when there's a knock at your window. Getting up, you walk over and lift the sill, peering out into the darkness, and gasp.
Puck is crouched on your roof, dressed in a sleek back suit with an emerald green tie that matches his eyes, and is holding a corsage of red and white roses in one hand, and a large white box in the other as he grins at you.
"Come on, Cinderella," he says as you continue to gape at him, "We're going to the ball."
