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[Oct. 7] [Suikoden III] The Hidden Bower
Title: The Hidden Bower
Day/Theme: Oct. 7, 2009 "Morning glories make a roof"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Chris/Nash
Rating: PG
Almost as soon as she had waved good-bye to Sana, Chris was taking off through the rows of grapevines, running at a steady clip to the place where Nash would be awaiting her- assuming he was not late. It was a flowery spot two valleys over, hidden by the thick growth of morning glories. Nash had been the one to discover it during his advance scouting for Sasarai at the start of the last invasion and he had mentally noted both its secretive and picturesque qualities for later use. He had had no idea at the time that he would be sharing this green bower with Chris. It made him glad that he had not rushed to reveal it to his wife.
As she skidded down the grassy slope, Chris returned the smile that greeted her with an even better, brighter one. There was the man she'd been longing to see- to laugh with, to whisper to, to caress. "Nash!"
He marveled at the way she had opened up to him over the months. They still enjoyed plenty of sharp-witted banter, but where he had once skated across thin ice by speaking to her that way, they had now reached a (mutually pleasurable) understanding. When they used their words they never aimed to wound, but merely to engage or arouse feeling in their opponent. He stood up to meet her, lifting the bottle of wine he had brought along over his head.
She paused a polite distance from him, sharing the level ground. "I hope you don't expect me to drink straight from the bottle along with you," she said. Her eyes were too wide and bright and her brow unfurrowed for him to take this seriously.
"Oh, well, there are glasses back in our love nest, m'lady."
"Oh, please," she colored slightly, "Don't call it that. You sound like Percival."
"So I've found a chink in the armor?" he smirked as she approached and laid a gloved hand on his arm. Wrapped in a hopeful silence, they moved down into the cave-like space created by the hollow middle of the morning glory bush. He dropped the bottle gently aside and she fell into his arms, pressing Nash between the dry, dead branches of the vine that formed the skeleton of their hideout and her warm, curvaceous figure. What could he ask for that was not within arm's reach?
Day/Theme: Oct. 7, 2009 "Morning glories make a roof"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Chris/Nash
Rating: PG
Almost as soon as she had waved good-bye to Sana, Chris was taking off through the rows of grapevines, running at a steady clip to the place where Nash would be awaiting her- assuming he was not late. It was a flowery spot two valleys over, hidden by the thick growth of morning glories. Nash had been the one to discover it during his advance scouting for Sasarai at the start of the last invasion and he had mentally noted both its secretive and picturesque qualities for later use. He had had no idea at the time that he would be sharing this green bower with Chris. It made him glad that he had not rushed to reveal it to his wife.
As she skidded down the grassy slope, Chris returned the smile that greeted her with an even better, brighter one. There was the man she'd been longing to see- to laugh with, to whisper to, to caress. "Nash!"
He marveled at the way she had opened up to him over the months. They still enjoyed plenty of sharp-witted banter, but where he had once skated across thin ice by speaking to her that way, they had now reached a (mutually pleasurable) understanding. When they used their words they never aimed to wound, but merely to engage or arouse feeling in their opponent. He stood up to meet her, lifting the bottle of wine he had brought along over his head.
She paused a polite distance from him, sharing the level ground. "I hope you don't expect me to drink straight from the bottle along with you," she said. Her eyes were too wide and bright and her brow unfurrowed for him to take this seriously.
"Oh, well, there are glasses back in our love nest, m'lady."
"Oh, please," she colored slightly, "Don't call it that. You sound like Percival."
"So I've found a chink in the armor?" he smirked as she approached and laid a gloved hand on his arm. Wrapped in a hopeful silence, they moved down into the cave-like space created by the hollow middle of the morning glory bush. He dropped the bottle gently aside and she fell into his arms, pressing Nash between the dry, dead branches of the vine that formed the skeleton of their hideout and her warm, curvaceous figure. What could he ask for that was not within arm's reach?