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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2019-01-01 04:02 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2019-01-01 04:02 pm
Entry tags:
- canon: from dusk til dawn,
- canon: leverage,
- canon: marvel cinematic universe,
- canon: supernatural,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: the amazing spider-man,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- canon: wynonna earp,
- fdtd: kisa,
- fdtd: seth gecko,
- leverage: eliot spencer,
- leverage: sophie devereaux,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: yelena belova,
- prompts: plurk meme,
- ship: ben/elena,
- ship: bonnie/matt,
- ship: cora/peter,
- ship: dean/wynonna,
- ship: derek/elena,
- ship: eliot/sophie,
- ship: kisa/seth,
- supernatural: ben braedan,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- tasm: peter parker,
- teen wolf: allison argent,
- teen wolf: cora hale,
- teen wolf: derek hale,
- teen wolf: eli hale,
- teen wolf: scott mccall,
- tvdverse: bonnie bennett,
- tvdverse: damon salvatore,
- tvdverse: elena gilbert,
- tvdverse: matt donovan,
- tvdverse: stefan salvatore,
- wynonna earp: nicole haught,
- wynonna earp: wynonna earp
plurk meme { 2019 } flash fic iii: the word count strikes back
derek & elena | regency | 1,732
She can’t help the relief she feels in knowing that she can simply follow her feet and eventually she will find her way to her husband’s side, and most of the time he wants her there. Just like most of the time, he wants her with him, particularly in his bed. She doesn’t mind that so much either, with the exception of this morning, when she’s up and partially dressed, while her husband is still stretched out in the bed she left behind. His arm is still draped over the spot where she had been sleeping, and it’s incredibly tempting to forget the whole endeavor and return to him rather than have an early morning meal with the Fells, but she doesn’t have much of a choice.
She watches in the mirror of the vanity as his eyes open, blinking at the empty spot she left behind in confusion, before glancing over at her. “You are far too clothed for a woman on her honeymoon.”
She smiles at that, before getting up from her seat. “I don’t think the Fells would appreciate it if I showed up to breakfast in that particular form of attire.” She moves to sit on the edge of the bed next to him, with her back to him. “Lace me up?”
“I can’t. My skills with the stays of dresses only work one way,” he teases as he pushes himself up into more of a sitting position. He presses a kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder that makes her shiver, before she can feel the tightening material around her waist.
“After today is over, I promise I’ll allow you to put those skills to use as well.” Once her dress is secure, he sneaks an arm around her waist and pulls him back into her, allowing her to rest her weight against his chest. The one new step that she does love in their relationship is that now that he can touch her however he likes, he never stops, so long as she’s in arms’ reach.
“What do the Fells want anyway?”
“Now that I’m married, I need to claim my share in my parent’s estate.” The words have a weight to them that she isn’t fond of, a finality that she’s been avoiding. “Some money, and a house that needs to be sold.”
He watches her. “You don’t want to sell it.”
She glances up, frowning as he puts a name to the feelings she doesn’t want to articulate. “It’s not that. It’s that it makes no sense to keep it.” Derek’s still watching her face, trying to determine the truth in her words, and it’s not as though they’re lies – it’s true, honestly – but she doesn’t want to invite the debate that might get her hopes up.
“What house, Elena?”
She sighs. “My parents had a summer home, on a lake not too far from here. My father left it to me, to be claimed when I was married. I always thought I would marry someone from Mystic Falls, so I didn’t think of it at the time –”
“But you married me, and the Hale lands are in Norway.” Derek nods, pulling her in to him and brushing his thumb against her side. “You know, we do have some homes ourselves.”
“In France?” she asks curiously.
“Maybe not in France, but your family is still here in Mystic Falls, Elena. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean we’ll never be visiting again.”
“But does that mean it’s worth the cost of the upkeep when we’re not here? It’s a summer home, but it still needs to be maintained.”
Derek considers. “How long until breakfast?”
She frowns. “Within the hour. Why?”
“I better get dressed.” He slips away from her, and she frowns even more.
“Why?”
“If we’re going to sell a piece of our property, I’ll need to see it first.”
“Derek …”
“Just let me see it,” he says softly, moving through the room as he pulled together something appropriate to wear. “Maybe there’s something you’re missing.”
Elena pauses, trying not to let the hope swell in her chest before she nods. “Fine. We’ll go see it.”
The moment she sets foot on the porch of the cabin, she knows she’s never going to be able to sell it to anyone. She feels the memories flooding back the second she sees the sun glistening on the water. There had been so much happiness in her life here, locked away in a capsule for a time when it wouldn’t hurt so much to remember it, and while some of it is still bittersweet, it reminds her of what it could be again.
“I always loved it here,” she says softly, knowing that it doesn’t have to be loud for her husband to hear her. “It was my favorite part of the year.”
“I can see why. It’s lovely,” he replies, one hand moving to the small of her back. “Why sell it, then?”
“Is it honestly worth it to keep it?” She turns to face him more, knowing that the Fells were standing down the beach, waiting for them to make a decision, but she tries not to let it pressure her into doing something rash. “The staff …”
“A groundskeeper and a maid,” he says with a small shrug. “We could always bring the cook with us when we travel, or simply hire them for the summer. Your inheritance from your parents is sizeable. We could always set it up to fund the summer house for now, and move on from that when they start to run out.”
That feels far too simple to her, too easy a solution, and he moves his free hand to her arm to keep her looking at him. “I don’t know …”
“They wanted you to have it, Elena. They knew you would take care of it. Don’t sell it out of practicality, if that’s not what you want.”
She nods slowly. “I need more time.”
“Then take all the time you need.” He leans in to kiss her softly. “Perhaps we can pay someone to quickly open it up and spend the rest of our honeymoon here. Just so you’re certain.”
“And we become much harder to find, therefore have few social obligations?”
He smirks. “Maybe a little of that too.”
She laughs before nodding. “Fine. It deserves to have one last stay.”
“Good,” Derek grins, before pulling her down to the Fells to make the arrangements. They’re less than pleased about it.
It takes a couple of days for them to open up the house and hire the staff they need, but once everything is said and done, she wakes up the first morning that they’re finally alone, tucked in to her husband’s side and watching as the sun rises on the water. It’s the most at peace she’s felt in a long time, and it shows in the way she stays where she is, enjoying that for the moment, she doesn’t feel the need to move or have somewhere else to be, or another façade to put on.
Another thing, she’s finding, that she and Derek have in common. They have a habit of putting on different faces for other people. She hopes that eventually it becomes enough that Derek doesn’t have to put those faces on with her.
She feels his arm flex around her waist, a grumble escaping him as he curls in to bury his face in her neck to escape the sunlight.
“If we keep the house, we need to get curtains for that window.”
Elena smirks in return, shifting to face him more. “I don’t know. I like waking up with the sunrise.”
“Too early,” he remarks, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. “I’d rather wake up when I’m ready, rather than having the blinding light of the sun in my eyes.”
She laughs before nodding. “I will consider the curtains.”
He peeks out from her shoulder, rolling them a bit so that the sun is blocked by his shoulders, but he can still see his wife’s face. “Does that mean we’re keeping it?”
She weighs the options, before nodding. “This is my favorite place in the world. I don’t want to give it up.”
“Good,” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss her. “We’ll let the Fells know when we get back to town.”
Elena hums her agreement, before snaking an arm around her neck to pull him closer. “I’m sure they’ll be so disappointed.” Her tone is dry enough to give it away as sarcasm and she feels Derek smile against her lips.
“I’m finding it very difficult to be bothered by that.” He kisses her again, this time a little deeper. “I’m also finding it very difficult to keep talking about them, when there are much better things that we could be doing.”
“Is that so?” she asks softly, tipping her head to the side.
“It is. We are still on our honeymoon after all.”
She laughs as his lips find her neck and she presses up into his hands. “You are very dedicated to us having this honeymoon.”
“I am,” he says, pulling back to look at her with a smile. “Because after we go home, the real work starts.”
Her smile widens, as she brushes a hand against the side of his face. “I don’t know. I think we’ll be able to handle it.”
Derek nods. “We will. But until then, I’d much rather have some fun.”
With an argument like that, it makes it very difficult to say no.