Subject: Archive: Seventh Dimension Date: Sat, 18 May 2002 05:35:48 +0000 From: Author: Firedrake Title: Beautiful Day Feedback address: Flyboys_Spacemonkey@hotmail.com Rating: Adult/Slash Keywords/Comments: M/K, Romance Summary: Christmas with the boys. Some snuggling, some kissing and presents. Disclaimer: Methos and Kronos belong to each other, but the people at R:P/D think they own them. I'll let the boys set 'em straight. Not mine, not making any money. Archive: If you want it, let me know where it's going. :) Warnings: My Kronosmuse is *scary*. He can get incredibly sappy when he's around my Methosmuse, so sap levels are a lot higher than one would expect from Kronos, but hey, this is *Methos* we're talking about here -- anything's possible ;-) This is slash. If the idea of two gorgeous men being in love squicks you, leave now. You've been warned, so don't come crying to me if you read this and get upset. Notes, Sr.: The boys kissed and made up in Seacouver -- Bordeaux never happened. Notes, Jr.: I let my mind wander about a week before Christmas and the boys ambushed me with a story idea. Then they hijacked the story when I was writing it. *chuckle* You gotta love 'em. //*grin* What's not to love?// ((*purring* Nothing.)) This is their first Christmas together. Special Thanks: A big thanks to my wonderful friend and beta, Ninkasa. Without her support and encouragement I never would have had the courage to write, let alone post. Love ya. :) And of course, all remaining mistakes are mine, mine, mine. Personally, I'd rather Methos was mine, mine, mine, but Kronos would kill me. ;-) ________________________________________________________ Beautiful Day A Christmas Story by Firedrake ________________________________________________________ Kronos awoke to find himself, once again, serving as Methos' pillow. Methos was lying half atop him, one long, smooth leg thrown over his, head resting on Kronos' chest, a strong arm wrapped about his waist. Kronos smiled to himself as his sleeping lover snuggled closer. Kronos brought his hand up to rub Methos' silky back as he let his mind wander. Methos arched into his soothing touch with a sigh of contentment and nuzzled Kronos' chest, still very much asleep. //So beautiful. I'm the luckiest bastard there is.// Reverently, Kronos leaned down to kiss the top of Methos' head. He buried his nose in the soft hair to breathe deeply of the faint scent of sex clinging to the silken strands and the underlying spicy scent that was Methos. As much as Kronos wanted to stay in bed all day with Methos wrapped around him, he had to get up. Kronos knew no matter how hard he tried not to wake Methos he'd fail, so he didn't even bother trying. He kissed the top of Methos' head again and rolled over so that Methos was on his back, pinned beneath him. Methos jolted awake at the change in position and stared up at his lover with confused, sleep filled eyes. As Kronos gazed down into those dazed gold-green eyes, he couldn't help himself -- he laughed. Methos' expression immediately turned into a sulky pout. Smiling, Kronos leaned down to kiss away the sexy pout. "Go back to sleep. I'll make you breakfast when I get back." "Belgian waffles?" Methos asked hopefully. "I'll get fresh strawberries and some more whipped cream while I'm out," Kronos promised smiling. "Mmmm," Methos hummed with delight. Remembering the rest of what Kronos had said, "Where are you going?" "To get something out of storage." Methos glanced at the clock. "It's seven in the morning." "I know, but you know what a bitch traffic is on Christmas Eve. Gods, I hate the Christmas shopping season." "So of course you wait until Christmas Eve to do what ever it is you're doing, just in time for the last minute shopping rush," Methos pointed out, amused. Kronos growled and kissed him fiercely. "Go back to sleep. I'll be back before you get up." With that he climbed off Methos and headed for the shower. Methos rolled back over and stole Kronos' pillow. His lover's scent clung to the fabric and Methos breathed deep. He drifted back to sleep, hugging the pillow, to the sound of water running in the shower. Kronos emerged from the shower to find Methos fast asleep, his face buried in a pillow. //My pillow,// he thought with pleasure. He went to stand next to the bed, gazing down at his lover, a gentle smile on his lips. //You look so young, so sweet...so innocent.// Kronos reached out and brushed back a lock of Methos' hair. A look of tenderness on his face, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lover's brow. Standing, and with a barely-there caress to Methos' cheek, Kronos went to dress. ~*~ Methos awoke to a pair of soft lips pressed against his own and a hand massaging his back. He parted his lips and let his lover dip his tongue inside with a faint hum. Methos reached up and draped his arm around Kronos' neck as the kiss deepened. Before the kiss could become heated, Kronos pulled away. "Go take your shower. The waffles will be ready when you get out," he whispered by Methos' ear. Kronos gave him one more quick kiss and left to fix their breakfast. Methos yawned and stretched languidly before finally getting out of bed. After taking a sinfully long, hot shower, Methos put on his robe and strolled into the kitchen. True to his word, Kronos was just setting the waffles on the table when Methos came up behind him and wrapped his arms about his waist, kissing Kronos' neck. "Morning," he said with lazy contentment. Kronos turned his head to capture Methos' mouth for a long, slow kiss. "Good morning," he replied, a smile in his voice. Kronos stroked the backs of Methos' hands, his signal for Methos to release him. Kronos was in a fine mood, despite the hellish traffic, and with a courtly bow and flourish of his hand announced, "Breakfast, is served." Methos laughed, a joyous sound, and sat at the table. He was highly amused as Kronos served him like a proper butler before sitting down, a broad grin plastered across his face. "What's got you in such a good mood?" Methos inquired, unable to completely suppress a laugh. "You'll see tonight." ~*~ Kronos sat in a comfortable, overstuffed armchair in front of the fire, legs on either side of Methos, who was on the floor resting his back against the chair. Methos took a sip of wine and laid his cheek on Kronos' knee. "It's midnight," he observed quietly. //Christmas morning.// "Hmm," Kronos hummed his acknowledgement. "I have something for you." Setting his own glass of wine on the floor, Kronos carefully got up so as not to disturb Methos and went to fetch his present. Methos quickly got up to get Kronos' gift and settled back on the floor, cross-legged, just as he heard Kronos coming back down the hall. Kronos set Methos' present, a finely carved wooden chest, on the floor in front of him. Methos looked at him curiously as he settled back into the chair, his legs once again on either side of Methos. "Open it," he said softly. Methos carefully lifted the lid of the old chest. He gasped when he saw what was inside, for packed carefully into the chest were several dozen ancient scrolls. Methos delicately lifted the top scroll and carefully examined it. "This is from the Library in Alexandria," he breathed in awe. "They all are," Kronos said quietly. Methos carefully set the scroll back in the chest and turned to look at Kronos in astonishment. He scrambled up into the chair and straddled Kronos' lap. "Thank you." Methos kissed him passionately. "How did you get them?" "I was there when it burned. I saw the flames licking at its walls and heard your voice in my mind bitching about what a tragedy it was...all that knowledge lost. I grabbed a sack and ran in. The fire spread quickly. I stuffed as many scrolls as I could into the sack before the fire forced me out, just to shut you up." Methos heard the real sentiment hidden in Kronos' words. Kronos had missed him, and had saved the scrolls because they reminded him of Methos. "I love you," Methos breathed, tears filling his eyes. As Kronos said, "And I you," just as softly, Methos wrapped his arms around Kronos' neck and kissed him tenderly, lovingly. He sighed as Kronos' tongue stroked across his own, the kiss deepening. After what seemed an eternity, Methos pulled back. "I have something for you," he whispered into Kronos' ear. Twisting, his supple muscles rippling enticingly, Methos reached down and picked his present up off the floor. He handed the small package to Kronos and leaned back a bit, settling on his lap again. Kronos smiled at Methos and tore the wrapping off to reveal a plain box. He looked briefly into Methos' beautiful, shining eyes before opening it. He smiled as he drew out his present. "Mistletoe." Methos captured his lips once again, this time in a searing kiss. Keeping his mouth fused with Kronos', Methos climbed off his lap. Sucking on Kronos' bottom lip, he drew back and straightened up. Taking his lover's hand and pulling him out of the chair and toward their bedroom, he purred, "Come on. Time for you to unwrap your real present." "And what would that be?" Methos stopped and smiled a sultry smile. Pressing lips and body against Kronos, voice husky, he breathed in Kronos' ear, "Me." With a growl, Kronos swung Methos into his arms and carried his laughing lover to bed. ________________________________________________________ Happy Holidays everyone! :-)