Moon-Spinners Fic - Family and Lovers
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seren_ccdFandom: The Moon-Spinners
Claim: Nikki Ferris
A/N: Here are two more. Please let me know what you think of them!
Title: Family – 024
Rating: PG
Word count: 434
Summary: Post-movie, wrapping things up in Athens.
Nikki stood at what she was beginning to consider was ‘her spot’ on the balcony. ‘Her spot’ because the steward had remarked to her earlier that on a clear day she could possibly see Crete in the distance. Ironically enough, they’d had continuous rain since they’d arrived on the mainland.
The British consulate (the real British Consulate) had set up her, Mark and Aunt Frances in a lovely hotel in Athens. Mark whispered to her earlier that he suspected the reason for the opulence had more to do with them keeping the press away and less with them being heroes. Nikki believed him. She’d told her side of the story more times than she cared to and poor Mark had been questioned longer than she had.
But all of that was over. The Countess had been elated about having her jewels returned and Mark had been re-offered his position with the family. Nikki wasn’t sure if he was going to take it however. Too much trust lost on all sides was how he put it.
She breathed in the Athens air deeply. Far more exhaust and rubbish here than Aigios Georgios. The late afternoon sun was warm and she was feeling wonderfully lazy. Her hands rested on the railing and every now and then, she’d wrap her hands and let the metal warm her palms.
Nikki closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the crowds below and Frances in the next room packing up her recordings. She breathed in again.
“Well,” Frances said as she joined Nikki on the balcony. “When I promised you a Grecian adventure, this was hardly what I had in mind.”
“Nor I, to be honest,” Nikki said laughing.
“Stolen jewels, gun play,” Frances said wonderingly.
“Windmills,” Nikki supplied wryly.
“Cheetahs!” Frances replied. “My word Nicola, your parents will never let me visit you again!”
“They’ll do no such thing,” Nikki reassured her. “They’re far more likely to lock me up in my bedroom for fifty years. Or more.”
“Oh, I know my brother, I suspect you’ll be released eventually,” Frances paused. “Twenty years at the most.”
Nikki smiled at her aunt and they looked out towards Crete.
“Your Mark seems to have things in hand,” Frances remarked with a glance at her niece.
“Well, I don’t think the Countess ever really believed Mark stole the jewels in the first place. I think they’re more relieved to have them back. If slightly more worse for wear,” Nikki said. She looked sideways at her aunt. “And he’s not my Mark.”
“Oh?” Frances said lightly. “My mistake.”
Nikki rolled her eyes and tucked her arm through her aunt’s. The two women watched the sun begin to set.
Title: Lovers – 023
Rating: PG
Word Count: 280
Summary: Seven years post-movie. Nicknames are funny things.
“You know,” Nikki said to her husband as the entered the kitchen to fetch tea. “I don’t think anyone in my family understands your nickname for me.”
“Oh?” Mark said as he filled the kettle.
“Mmm, they always look so scandalised,” she told him getting the milk from the fridge.
He turned and rested against the counter with his arms folded over his chest and watched her approach with the jug.
“Would you like me to stop calling you by it?” he asked her.
“Oh no,” she said set the milk down on the tea tray. “It hardly bothers me. In fact, I find it rather appropriate.”
She moved to grab the sugar bowl off the kitchen table and paused, her back to him. She turned slightly and leaning against the table with a little grin on her face.
“To be wickedly honest, I enjoy the looks on their faces when you use it,” she told him.
Mark uncrossed his arms and moved towards her. He plucked the sugar bowl out of her hands and reaching around her put it on the table. He then rested his hands on either side of her body, effectively trapping her against the table.
“To be wickedly honest, I rather enjoy the looks myself,” he murmured. Mark leaned in and began to press kisses against her neck and up behind her ear. Nikki’s hands came up to curl around his neck. He pressed against her and continued to kiss her everywhere except her mouth.
“Mark,” she admonished pulling lightly on his hair.
“Mmm,” he said pulling back with an innocent look.
“Terrible boy,” Nikki scolded him.
“Persistant pest,” he countered before kissing her soundly.
Claim: Nikki Ferris
A/N: Here are two more. Please let me know what you think of them!
Title: Family – 024
Rating: PG
Word count: 434
Summary: Post-movie, wrapping things up in Athens.
Nikki stood at what she was beginning to consider was ‘her spot’ on the balcony. ‘Her spot’ because the steward had remarked to her earlier that on a clear day she could possibly see Crete in the distance. Ironically enough, they’d had continuous rain since they’d arrived on the mainland.
The British consulate (the real British Consulate) had set up her, Mark and Aunt Frances in a lovely hotel in Athens. Mark whispered to her earlier that he suspected the reason for the opulence had more to do with them keeping the press away and less with them being heroes. Nikki believed him. She’d told her side of the story more times than she cared to and poor Mark had been questioned longer than she had.
But all of that was over. The Countess had been elated about having her jewels returned and Mark had been re-offered his position with the family. Nikki wasn’t sure if he was going to take it however. Too much trust lost on all sides was how he put it.
She breathed in the Athens air deeply. Far more exhaust and rubbish here than Aigios Georgios. The late afternoon sun was warm and she was feeling wonderfully lazy. Her hands rested on the railing and every now and then, she’d wrap her hands and let the metal warm her palms.
Nikki closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the crowds below and Frances in the next room packing up her recordings. She breathed in again.
“Well,” Frances said as she joined Nikki on the balcony. “When I promised you a Grecian adventure, this was hardly what I had in mind.”
“Nor I, to be honest,” Nikki said laughing.
“Stolen jewels, gun play,” Frances said wonderingly.
“Windmills,” Nikki supplied wryly.
“Cheetahs!” Frances replied. “My word Nicola, your parents will never let me visit you again!”
“They’ll do no such thing,” Nikki reassured her. “They’re far more likely to lock me up in my bedroom for fifty years. Or more.”
“Oh, I know my brother, I suspect you’ll be released eventually,” Frances paused. “Twenty years at the most.”
Nikki smiled at her aunt and they looked out towards Crete.
“Your Mark seems to have things in hand,” Frances remarked with a glance at her niece.
“Well, I don’t think the Countess ever really believed Mark stole the jewels in the first place. I think they’re more relieved to have them back. If slightly more worse for wear,” Nikki said. She looked sideways at her aunt. “And he’s not my Mark.”
“Oh?” Frances said lightly. “My mistake.”
Nikki rolled her eyes and tucked her arm through her aunt’s. The two women watched the sun begin to set.
Title: Lovers – 023
Rating: PG
Word Count: 280
Summary: Seven years post-movie. Nicknames are funny things.
“You know,” Nikki said to her husband as the entered the kitchen to fetch tea. “I don’t think anyone in my family understands your nickname for me.”
“Oh?” Mark said as he filled the kettle.
“Mmm, they always look so scandalised,” she told him getting the milk from the fridge.
He turned and rested against the counter with his arms folded over his chest and watched her approach with the jug.
“Would you like me to stop calling you by it?” he asked her.
“Oh no,” she said set the milk down on the tea tray. “It hardly bothers me. In fact, I find it rather appropriate.”
She moved to grab the sugar bowl off the kitchen table and paused, her back to him. She turned slightly and leaning against the table with a little grin on her face.
“To be wickedly honest, I enjoy the looks on their faces when you use it,” she told him.
Mark uncrossed his arms and moved towards her. He plucked the sugar bowl out of her hands and reaching around her put it on the table. He then rested his hands on either side of her body, effectively trapping her against the table.
“To be wickedly honest, I rather enjoy the looks myself,” he murmured. Mark leaned in and began to press kisses against her neck and up behind her ear. Nikki’s hands came up to curl around his neck. He pressed against her and continued to kiss her everywhere except her mouth.
“Mark,” she admonished pulling lightly on his hair.
“Mmm,” he said pulling back with an innocent look.
“Terrible boy,” Nikki scolded him.
“Persistant pest,” he countered before kissing her soundly.
