A taste (Revenge: Victoria/Conrad)
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lackadaisicalnereidA taste | Revenge | Conrad/Victoria | PG | 383 words.
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portions_forfox. Prompted by streussal, the prompt was So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer which is also a kick-ass Cardigans song which you should all listen to.
They're sitting in his study, drinking. The lights are dimmed and she's wearing a beautiful red dress and he loosens his tie, which is his standardized way of saying I'm done with the world today.
He took a bottle of Jack Daniels from his liquor cabinet about two minutes ago and he was considerate enough to pour her some white wine.
He's a man of whiskey, really, won't drink any other alcohol in the world nowadays.
(His teen years, that was for beer, she remembers, beer and awful parties with loud music and staring at her future husband from across the room, back when she was shy and young and couldn't picture this kind life for anyone, least of all herself. But that was then, and this is now.)
Now he's a man of whiskey, expensive whiskey always, and always after dinner, never before, and sometimes with a cigar, but more often not.
The twenties, those were wine years. Red wine, white wine, champagne, not always expensive, and sometimes just to get drunk, and the first time they had sex she had a lot of wine, she was tipsy and he carried her into his bedroom and he waited for five minutes with a disaproving look on his face before she stopped.
Do you remember our first time? he asks her tonight, after dinner, nursing his glass of Jack Daniels.
(Sometimes, in rare and quiet moments, they're thinking exactly the same thing at the same time and she thinks then that she might still be in love with him.)
Of course i do, she takes a sip of her wine. Maybe it will make her brave. (Braver.)
It does.
He's up to something, she supposes. (He's being very nice, almost tender.)
Then again, isn't he always up to something?
But maybe that doesn't have to matter tonight.
He turns his back to her, to pour some more whiskey into his glass, and when he turns around she's standing next to him and kissing him and she feels like she's twenty one again.
Her fingers are in his hair and his hands are on her back and the combination of whiskey and wine doesn't seem bad tonight.
Just tonight, she whispers into his ear.
He probably knew that already.
He still kisses her back.
Written for the kick-ass Holiday Wish Fulfillment Ficathon @
portions_forfox. Prompted by streussal, the prompt was So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer which is also a kick-ass Cardigans song which you should all listen to.They're sitting in his study, drinking. The lights are dimmed and she's wearing a beautiful red dress and he loosens his tie, which is his standardized way of saying I'm done with the world today.
He took a bottle of Jack Daniels from his liquor cabinet about two minutes ago and he was considerate enough to pour her some white wine.
He's a man of whiskey, really, won't drink any other alcohol in the world nowadays.
(His teen years, that was for beer, she remembers, beer and awful parties with loud music and staring at her future husband from across the room, back when she was shy and young and couldn't picture this kind life for anyone, least of all herself. But that was then, and this is now.)
Now he's a man of whiskey, expensive whiskey always, and always after dinner, never before, and sometimes with a cigar, but more often not.
The twenties, those were wine years. Red wine, white wine, champagne, not always expensive, and sometimes just to get drunk, and the first time they had sex she had a lot of wine, she was tipsy and he carried her into his bedroom and he waited for five minutes with a disaproving look on his face before she stopped.
Do you remember our first time? he asks her tonight, after dinner, nursing his glass of Jack Daniels.
(Sometimes, in rare and quiet moments, they're thinking exactly the same thing at the same time and she thinks then that she might still be in love with him.)
Of course i do, she takes a sip of her wine. Maybe it will make her brave. (Braver.)
It does.
He's up to something, she supposes. (He's being very nice, almost tender.)
Then again, isn't he always up to something?
But maybe that doesn't have to matter tonight.
He turns his back to her, to pour some more whiskey into his glass, and when he turns around she's standing next to him and kissing him and she feels like she's twenty one again.
Her fingers are in his hair and his hands are on her back and the combination of whiskey and wine doesn't seem bad tonight.
Just tonight, she whispers into his ear.
He probably knew that already.
He still kisses her back.
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