And I am all a-squee with joy and aprehension because you've offered WORDS!!! and right now I have a special kink. A love from childhood that's managed to re-assert itself courtesy of tvland. (Damn you, cable tv! Damn you, I say!)
Sooooo ....
Laura Ingalls and Almanzo Wilder on their wedding night.
OMIGAWD I asked for it. I did it. If it's too way out and obscure I'll think of something else. But, right now, that's the one. Laura and Almanzo. My OTP from kiddiehood!!!
you're getting a smidge over 500. You are lucky that I read Farmer Boy like 400 times as a kid. But you are unlucky in that I didn't read any of her other books. I'm not sure why. Anyway...
Eliza Jane had been almost pretty once, and back before she became resigned to spinsterhood, Almanzo had often heard her giggling nervously about one boy or another to Alice. She would warn Alice about haylofts and about boys being cheeky and about stolen kisses, with her big, bossy voice gone all a skinny wobble like a new lamb. Oh Alice, she'd said, To think I might even let a man kiss me before we were wed!
Almanzo had kissed Laura plenty, and that was way before he'd ever even thought about being married to anyone, let alone a slip of a thing like her. He was 25 before he ever saw her, and he'd kissed six girls before her and done maybe more than that with one or two of them, but Laura had been quite the little lady, all of fifteen that first icy day, and she'd had hardly a thing to say to him the entire sleigh ride to the Bouchie School that first week.
After three years of weekly sleigh rides, she warmed to him some, and it came to be that they would hold hands under the lap robe and soon she was very near to cuddled up on him if it was darkish out or there were no neighbors to see them. And maybe he was a grown man and she was hardly even to his shoulder, but she knew her own mind and her lips were sweet as maple candy.
So the pastor had read their vows and they'd repeated them, and now Laura lay still as a mouse under the coverlet of their new marriage bed. He hardly knew how she could stand it; the sun was barely down as yet, and still it was fearfully hot. Come summer, he himself slept in hardly a stitch when it had been just him, but for Eliza Jane, in her own little room across the house. He wondered if it would scare her; he'd gotten some of his shirt undone once by Molly Gavin from the next town over, and she'd been all eyes and shivering. Laura now seemed just a mite today, hardly older than she'd been when he met her, hardly a woman at all.
Shifting under the blankets, Laura leaned up on her elbows and kicked the coverlet down, dressed only in her white nightdress, with scarlet embroidery at the collar, with her dainty little feet almost as white as the new sheets her mother had given them.
"Oh, it's just too hot! I'm like to stifle, 'Manzo, truly." Her little face was flushed and her pointed chin was tense and frowning. Oh Lord, she looked half angry at him, but it was better than afraid.
"I could go to the ice house for you. Or we could go together," he grinned. He was kind of partial to that idea… all the ice blocked into low walls packed with wet braids of sweet hay. It would be a cool little gully, and dark and lonesome and quiet too, and there he could press his hot face against his new wife's cheek and throat and bosom…
Her face was still flushed, but her angry look was gone. It could be that she was fair piqued by the lure of the ice house herself.
"It's a scandal, that's what you want this day to be," she chirruped, but she looked secretly pleased.
"It's only a scandal if someone finds out," he said reasonably. "Come now, Mrs. Wilder, won't you please accompany your husband on a promenade?"
Oh! It's exactly what I always wanted!! The most perfect, precious, sweet and sexy moment!! I LOVE IT! I can't even stop smiling and that has got to be the most embarrassing thing cause there I was sitting in Subway eating my little sandwich and trying not to choke because I can't stop smiling long enough to chew properly and I'm really sure that guy coming out of the bathroom thought I was smiling at him and if he follows me home it will be all YOUR FAULT!
I'm not sure what the etiquette is for commenting on comment fic, but I was pointed here by glossing because I had mentioned my love for all things Little House. I even have a Laura icon. *g*
*waves to seraphcelene and wishes her a happy birthday, belatedly*
This is a wonderful moment, so true to the books and so true to period. Although this is a specific gift, I'm smiling too and say thank you.
if there is an etiquette for commenting on comments, I'm pretty sure it's Go ahead on! (g) Thank you so much for saying you enjoyed this-- we all know the best presents are the kind you can share. And your Laura icon is lovely!
Nina!! No worries. I've postponed my RL birthday because of major life moments, so although I felt the love from LJ on the actual day of my birth, which was yesterday, I won't be actually celebrating until Friday the 3rd.
Anyway, you sent best wishes and YAY I love birthday acknowledgements. My knuckleheaded brothers didn't even remember.
Wordage!!! OMG!!! I am in love with this birthday right now.
So, requests? eeeeeeee! I wanna make it good, but then I have a special kink and that would be for Faith/Riley post-Who Are You? where Faith is Faith and Riley is a little less boy scout than he was. Something sexy and full of kink.
But then again, I am totally in LOVE with Oz/Riley at Carnivale.
I'll leave the rest up to you and your genius mind. :)
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Date: 2006-01-25 05:33 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 05:48 pm (UTC)From:oh, you're getting so grown up!
Date: 2006-01-25 05:49 pm (UTC)From:Re: oh, you're getting so grown up!
Date: 2006-01-25 06:55 pm (UTC)From:And I am all a-squee with joy and aprehension because you've offered WORDS!!! and right now I have a special kink. A love from childhood that's managed to re-assert itself courtesy of tvland. (Damn you, cable tv! Damn you, I say!)
Sooooo ....
Laura Ingalls and Almanzo Wilder on their wedding night.
OMIGAWD I asked for it. I did it. If it's too way out and obscure I'll think of something else. But, right now, that's the one. Laura and Almanzo. My OTP from kiddiehood!!!
Re: oh, you're getting so grown up!
Date: 2006-01-25 08:01 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 06:18 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-01-25 06:56 pm (UTC)From:ice house
Date: 2006-01-25 08:07 pm (UTC)From:Almanzo had kissed Laura plenty, and that was way before he'd ever even thought about being married to anyone, let alone a slip of a thing like her. He was 25 before he ever saw her, and he'd kissed six girls before her and done maybe more than that with one or two of them, but Laura had been quite the little lady, all of fifteen that first icy day, and she'd had hardly a thing to say to him the entire sleigh ride to the Bouchie School that first week.
After three years of weekly sleigh rides, she warmed to him some, and it came to be that they would hold hands under the lap robe and soon she was very near to cuddled up on him if it was darkish out or there were no neighbors to see them. And maybe he was a grown man and she was hardly even to his shoulder, but she knew her own mind and her lips were sweet as maple candy.
So the pastor had read their vows and they'd repeated them, and now Laura lay still as a mouse under the coverlet of their new marriage bed. He hardly knew how she could stand it; the sun was barely down as yet, and still it was fearfully hot. Come summer, he himself slept in hardly a stitch when it had been just him, but for Eliza Jane, in her own little room across the house. He wondered if it would scare her; he'd gotten some of his shirt undone once by Molly Gavin from the next town over, and she'd been all eyes and shivering. Laura now seemed just a mite today, hardly older than she'd been when he met her, hardly a woman at all.
Shifting under the blankets, Laura leaned up on her elbows and kicked the coverlet down, dressed only in her white nightdress, with scarlet embroidery at the collar, with her dainty little feet almost as white as the new sheets her mother had given them.
"Oh, it's just too hot! I'm like to stifle, 'Manzo, truly." Her little face was flushed and her pointed chin was tense and frowning. Oh Lord, she looked half angry at him, but it was better than afraid.
"I could go to the ice house for you. Or we could go together," he grinned. He was kind of partial to that idea… all the ice blocked into low walls packed with wet braids of sweet hay. It would be a cool little gully, and dark and lonesome and quiet too, and there he could press his hot face against his new wife's cheek and throat and bosom…
Her face was still flushed, but her angry look was gone. It could be that she was fair piqued by the lure of the ice house herself.
"It's a scandal, that's what you want this day to be," she chirruped, but she looked secretly pleased.
"It's only a scandal if someone finds out," he said reasonably. "Come now, Mrs. Wilder, won't you please accompany your husband on a promenade?"
He held out his hand to her.
She took it.
Re: ice house
Date: 2006-01-25 09:42 pm (UTC)From:Because, this is perfect.
Thank you.
*still smiling*
yep.
Re: ice house
Date: 2006-01-29 06:40 pm (UTC)From:*waves to
This is a wonderful moment, so true to the books and so true to period. Although this is a specific gift, I'm smiling too and say thank you.
Re: ice house
Date: 2006-01-29 08:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 06:57 am (UTC)From:I fail at having your present ready in time but I'll finish it! I swear!
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Date: 2006-01-26 03:20 pm (UTC)From:Anyway, you sent best wishes and YAY I love birthday acknowledgements. My knuckleheaded brothers didn't even remember.
*boo hiss*
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Date: 2006-01-26 06:51 pm (UTC)From:I want to give you fic, but I can't promise when it'll be finished. Requests?
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Date: 2006-01-26 11:53 pm (UTC)From:So, requests? eeeeeeee! I wanna make it good, but then I have a special kink and that would be for Faith/Riley post-Who Are You? where Faith is Faith and Riley is a little less boy scout than he was. Something sexy and full of kink.
But then again, I am totally in LOVE with Oz/Riley at Carnivale.
I'll leave the rest up to you and your genius mind. :)
*beaming*
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Date: 2006-02-01 09:00 pm (UTC)From:I won't forget Riley, though, I promise. *pinkyswear*
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Date: 2006-02-02 02:44 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)no subject
Date: 2006-02-02 02:45 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)moved all day yesterday. stop.
that was me. stop
seraC
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Date: 2006-02-02 02:47 pm (UTC)From:I figured. Unless you have lurkers who are secret Connorlovers?
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Date: 2006-02-02 02:46 pm (UTC)From:Mutiny: World Take Over
Date: 2006-02-03 04:46 pm (UTC)From:Woot!! Hotness!!
*does little dance*
hotness!!!