A/N: This is my take on a certain scene in Court Duel, my favorite in fact. I borrowed the idea from Coppercurls and Dreamer - the whole changing the scene to my liking with some Vidanric and Meliara fluff. Hope you don't mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Cause I'm just that pathetic. And Sherwood Smith isn't. She's awesome. Power to Sherwood Smith! HOOYAH!
-:-Fish Kiss!-:-
Meliara turned to the double doors, which were of foreign plainwood, and paused to admire the carving round the latch, and the painted pattern of leaves and blossoms worked into it. Then she opened one, and there in the middle of a lovely parlor was Shevraeth. He knelt at a writing table with his back to a fire, his pen scratching rapidly across a paper.
He glanced up inquiringly. His hair seemed damp, but it wasn't muddy, and his clothing looked miraculously dry.
Meliara gritted her teeth, crossed her arms, and advanced on him, her cold-numbed lips poonched out below a ferocious glare.
Obviously on the verge of laughter, he raised his quill to stop her. "As the winner," he murmured, "I choose the time and place."
"You cheated," She said, glad enough to have the embarassment postponed.
"If you had waited, I would have shown you that shortcut," he retorted humorusly.
"It was a trick," Mel snarled. "And as for your wager, I might as well get it over now."
He sat back, eyeing her, "Wet as you are - and you have to be cold - it'd feel like kissing a fish. We will address this another time."
(Alright, everyone. This is where things take a bit of a twist..)
Meliara's face reddened considerably with anger. "Like I said, might as well get it over now." 'If it's going to be torture for me, it might as well be for him, too.' Meliara thought bitterly.
"You're sure you wouldn't prefer to wait?" he asked, eyes narrowing in amusement.
"Life, Shevraeth! Just kiss me already!" Her anger getting the best of her.
"Alright then, but only because you insisted." A smile was tugging at his lips as he stood and brushed his lips against hers. Meliara stiffened as he pulled away. The moment their lips had made contact, a pleasent shiver was sent down her toes. It had been..pure bliss.
Meliara flopped down on the cushions, eyes wide, looking completely shocked. Vidanric (Because I'm tired of calling him Shevraeth..) knelt back down at the table, trying to hide his smile. He glanced over at Meliara, she was still in shock, for the moment at least.
Without realizing it, he had begun to stare at the little Countess. He was startled out of his reverie when the expression on Meliara's face finally changed..to one of great embarassment and anger. Where the anger was coming from, Vidanric didn't know - she'd told him to kiss her after all - but it was most certainly there.
The present anger emitting from Mel that Vidanric had so expertly spotted was not directed at Vidanric, but at herself. She was angry at herself because she had liked that kiss. And she couldn't stop thinking about it and how it made her feel.
Vidanric had liked that kiss too. Of course he was smitten with her, and that might have had something to do with it, but still, even though their lips had but barely touched, fireworks had gone off in his head. If he played his cards right, he just might be able to get her to kiss him.
Meliara, by this time, had taken to drinking the hot cider and looking anywhere where Vidanric wasn't. It was all quite amusing, she'd take a sip of her cider, her eyes would slowly move in Vidanric's direction and then they'd dart towards some random object on the other side of the room. While all this was happening, her blush was ever deepening.
"I've never actually kissed a fish before, but I'm almost certain that they kiss better." Vidanric drawled in that drawly drawl of his, though it was all he could do not to burst into fits of giggles like some lovesick girl. Which he was..well not the girl part..he was more a lovesick boy..well actually a lovesick man. But that was all completely besides the point. The point was, it was hilarious - to him at least - and he hadn't had a good laugh in a while, so what he really wanted to do what start cracking up right there. But of course he couldn't, being the aristocratic soon-to-be-king-but-not-quite person he was.
Meliara turned her dreaded glare on him and her face darkened with anger. "Well you can't exactly blame me, now can you!? That was my first kiss, so I don't think I've recieved any points in the area of experience!"
Her first kiss!? He'd given her her first kiss!? Well, that was unexpected, to say the least. Vidanric was trying very very very hard not to laugh at that particular moment. He had an odd sort of sense of humor.
"And you know what else!? You kiss like a - like a - well, something that's a really really bad kisser!" (Now we all know that that was a VERY weak insult on Mel's part, but the author can't think of anything at the moment so NYAA! XP)
"Really, now?" Vidanric would of course call her bluff.
"Y-yes.." Meliara stammered out uncertainly.
"You're a terrible liar when you're upset, Lady Meliara." Vidanric stated.
"Well, I wouldn't be upset if you hadn't said a - a fish could kiss better than me!" Meliara stared into her cider, her eyes were brimmed with tears.
"Truth be known, that was the best kiss I've ever experienced," Vidanric said, dropping his Court drawl.
"Now you're just trying to cheer me up.." She said as she wiped away her tears.
"Well, yes, but I'm being quite truthful," This wasn't going quite the way he'd planned. (Or the way I planned for that matter..)
"A courtier such as yourself doesn't even know the meaning of the word truth." She sniffed out.
"Don't cry, I didn't mean to offend you." Vidanric said, desperation in his voice.
"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to catch at least a wink of sleep before the others arrive, it was a long ride."
Meliara stood and headed for the door with every intention of finding a nice soft bed where she could rest. Vidanric clambered to his feet and went after her.
"Mel, please, wait!" Vidanric exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a stop. The two were now in the hallway outside the double doors.
Meliara whirled around, eyes flashing, "I never said you could call me tha -" her ranting was cut off as Vidanric kissed her again, more passionately this time. He dropped her wrist and his arms encircled her waist, pulling her to him.
Caught up in the bliss, Meliara kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed her. Her arms lifted to close around his neck.
The fireworks just kept going off in Vidanric's mind's eye. He was very much enjoying himself. At this point, he didn't much care if she hated him for the rest of his life after this. The happiness he was currently experiencing he was certain was enough to last him for the rest of his life.
Meliara was having to coup with those pesky shivers again, although she didn't really mind. She'd didn't seem to mind, either, that it was Shevraeth she was kissing. Had she known kissing was like this, she would have started flirting a long time ago.
The two 'love-birds' were interupted by Branaric's booming voice, "It's about time!" The two quickly broke apart, trying to catch their breath. They looked down the hall and there stood Bran and Nimiar. Nee was hiding a delighted smile behind her hand. Bran was just grinning like some sort of mad man. "Just how'd you get her to kiss you, Danric? Make a wager with her that she just couldn't refuse?"
Mel was embarassed. Very embarassed. Her blush had gone down to her neck. Glancing over at Vidanric, she could his cheeks were tinted rose.
"One might say that, though that isn't the story in it's entirety."
"Well, go on then! Tell us how all this transpired!" Nee said quite eagerly and un-Nimiar like.
Vidanric looked over at Meliara, who responded for the both of them, "I think not."
"Oh, come on, Mel! Why won't you just tell us?" Bran pouted.
"It's for us to know and you to never find out!" Meliara snapped at her brother. She then stormed off into one of the rooms aligning the hallway. Nee and Bran turned to Vidanric hoping he'd let them in on the secret.
"I'm not about to make Meliara any more angry with me than she already is." He stated simply as he went back into the parlor.
Bran and Nee were left in the hall, identical expressions of irritation on their faces because neither of their friends would tell them what had happened.
"Oh well, at least they seem to be on kis - speaking terms." Bran said. The two then collapsed in fits of laughter for no particular reason.
A/N: YAY! I personally liked that. Of course it doesn't matter what the author thinks, it matters what the reviewers think. So review and tell what you think! ^__________________^
~Phaerie~ (Who is having a current spell of uber-hyperness and can't stop bouncing around..)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Cause I'm just that pathetic. And Sherwood Smith isn't. She's awesome. Power to Sherwood Smith! HOOYAH!
-:-Fish Kiss!-:-
Meliara turned to the double doors, which were of foreign plainwood, and paused to admire the carving round the latch, and the painted pattern of leaves and blossoms worked into it. Then she opened one, and there in the middle of a lovely parlor was Shevraeth. He knelt at a writing table with his back to a fire, his pen scratching rapidly across a paper.
He glanced up inquiringly. His hair seemed damp, but it wasn't muddy, and his clothing looked miraculously dry.
Meliara gritted her teeth, crossed her arms, and advanced on him, her cold-numbed lips poonched out below a ferocious glare.
Obviously on the verge of laughter, he raised his quill to stop her. "As the winner," he murmured, "I choose the time and place."
"You cheated," She said, glad enough to have the embarassment postponed.
"If you had waited, I would have shown you that shortcut," he retorted humorusly.
"It was a trick," Mel snarled. "And as for your wager, I might as well get it over now."
He sat back, eyeing her, "Wet as you are - and you have to be cold - it'd feel like kissing a fish. We will address this another time."
(Alright, everyone. This is where things take a bit of a twist..)
Meliara's face reddened considerably with anger. "Like I said, might as well get it over now." 'If it's going to be torture for me, it might as well be for him, too.' Meliara thought bitterly.
"You're sure you wouldn't prefer to wait?" he asked, eyes narrowing in amusement.
"Life, Shevraeth! Just kiss me already!" Her anger getting the best of her.
"Alright then, but only because you insisted." A smile was tugging at his lips as he stood and brushed his lips against hers. Meliara stiffened as he pulled away. The moment their lips had made contact, a pleasent shiver was sent down her toes. It had been..pure bliss.
Meliara flopped down on the cushions, eyes wide, looking completely shocked. Vidanric (Because I'm tired of calling him Shevraeth..) knelt back down at the table, trying to hide his smile. He glanced over at Meliara, she was still in shock, for the moment at least.
Without realizing it, he had begun to stare at the little Countess. He was startled out of his reverie when the expression on Meliara's face finally changed..to one of great embarassment and anger. Where the anger was coming from, Vidanric didn't know - she'd told him to kiss her after all - but it was most certainly there.
The present anger emitting from Mel that Vidanric had so expertly spotted was not directed at Vidanric, but at herself. She was angry at herself because she had liked that kiss. And she couldn't stop thinking about it and how it made her feel.
Vidanric had liked that kiss too. Of course he was smitten with her, and that might have had something to do with it, but still, even though their lips had but barely touched, fireworks had gone off in his head. If he played his cards right, he just might be able to get her to kiss him.
Meliara, by this time, had taken to drinking the hot cider and looking anywhere where Vidanric wasn't. It was all quite amusing, she'd take a sip of her cider, her eyes would slowly move in Vidanric's direction and then they'd dart towards some random object on the other side of the room. While all this was happening, her blush was ever deepening.
"I've never actually kissed a fish before, but I'm almost certain that they kiss better." Vidanric drawled in that drawly drawl of his, though it was all he could do not to burst into fits of giggles like some lovesick girl. Which he was..well not the girl part..he was more a lovesick boy..well actually a lovesick man. But that was all completely besides the point. The point was, it was hilarious - to him at least - and he hadn't had a good laugh in a while, so what he really wanted to do what start cracking up right there. But of course he couldn't, being the aristocratic soon-to-be-king-but-not-quite person he was.
Meliara turned her dreaded glare on him and her face darkened with anger. "Well you can't exactly blame me, now can you!? That was my first kiss, so I don't think I've recieved any points in the area of experience!"
Her first kiss!? He'd given her her first kiss!? Well, that was unexpected, to say the least. Vidanric was trying very very very hard not to laugh at that particular moment. He had an odd sort of sense of humor.
"And you know what else!? You kiss like a - like a - well, something that's a really really bad kisser!" (Now we all know that that was a VERY weak insult on Mel's part, but the author can't think of anything at the moment so NYAA! XP)
"Really, now?" Vidanric would of course call her bluff.
"Y-yes.." Meliara stammered out uncertainly.
"You're a terrible liar when you're upset, Lady Meliara." Vidanric stated.
"Well, I wouldn't be upset if you hadn't said a - a fish could kiss better than me!" Meliara stared into her cider, her eyes were brimmed with tears.
"Truth be known, that was the best kiss I've ever experienced," Vidanric said, dropping his Court drawl.
"Now you're just trying to cheer me up.." She said as she wiped away her tears.
"Well, yes, but I'm being quite truthful," This wasn't going quite the way he'd planned. (Or the way I planned for that matter..)
"A courtier such as yourself doesn't even know the meaning of the word truth." She sniffed out.
"Don't cry, I didn't mean to offend you." Vidanric said, desperation in his voice.
"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to catch at least a wink of sleep before the others arrive, it was a long ride."
Meliara stood and headed for the door with every intention of finding a nice soft bed where she could rest. Vidanric clambered to his feet and went after her.
"Mel, please, wait!" Vidanric exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a stop. The two were now in the hallway outside the double doors.
Meliara whirled around, eyes flashing, "I never said you could call me tha -" her ranting was cut off as Vidanric kissed her again, more passionately this time. He dropped her wrist and his arms encircled her waist, pulling her to him.
Caught up in the bliss, Meliara kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed her. Her arms lifted to close around his neck.
The fireworks just kept going off in Vidanric's mind's eye. He was very much enjoying himself. At this point, he didn't much care if she hated him for the rest of his life after this. The happiness he was currently experiencing he was certain was enough to last him for the rest of his life.
Meliara was having to coup with those pesky shivers again, although she didn't really mind. She'd didn't seem to mind, either, that it was Shevraeth she was kissing. Had she known kissing was like this, she would have started flirting a long time ago.
The two 'love-birds' were interupted by Branaric's booming voice, "It's about time!" The two quickly broke apart, trying to catch their breath. They looked down the hall and there stood Bran and Nimiar. Nee was hiding a delighted smile behind her hand. Bran was just grinning like some sort of mad man. "Just how'd you get her to kiss you, Danric? Make a wager with her that she just couldn't refuse?"
Mel was embarassed. Very embarassed. Her blush had gone down to her neck. Glancing over at Vidanric, she could his cheeks were tinted rose.
"One might say that, though that isn't the story in it's entirety."
"Well, go on then! Tell us how all this transpired!" Nee said quite eagerly and un-Nimiar like.
Vidanric looked over at Meliara, who responded for the both of them, "I think not."
"Oh, come on, Mel! Why won't you just tell us?" Bran pouted.
"It's for us to know and you to never find out!" Meliara snapped at her brother. She then stormed off into one of the rooms aligning the hallway. Nee and Bran turned to Vidanric hoping he'd let them in on the secret.
"I'm not about to make Meliara any more angry with me than she already is." He stated simply as he went back into the parlor.
Bran and Nee were left in the hall, identical expressions of irritation on their faces because neither of their friends would tell them what had happened.
"Oh well, at least they seem to be on kis - speaking terms." Bran said. The two then collapsed in fits of laughter for no particular reason.
A/N: YAY! I personally liked that. Of course it doesn't matter what the author thinks, it matters what the reviewers think. So review and tell what you think! ^__________________^
~Phaerie~ (Who is having a current spell of uber-hyperness and can't stop bouncing around..)