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FIC: Kiss and Make Up (SotL)
TITLE: Kiss and Make Up
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
PAIRING: Gary/Raoul
RATING: PG
WORDS: 249
Written for: First line meme
Kiss and Make Up
You’ve got to be cruel to be kind, she’s heard, and if you love someone you let them go. However, as she is only at the beginning of her glittering career of seduction and intrigue, Delia feels that she can safely ignore the second half of the advice.
It doesn’t even really apply here, anyway.
“You want us to do what?” Gary yelped. Raoul was just staring at her in the blank way of the deeply shocked.
“Kiss and make out. I mean up.” She amended quickly. “Fighting over my glove was very sweet, but I heard that you two were such good friends, and I’d hate to split you up.” Gary was still looking at her sharply, so Delia just concentrated on looking bright and innocent and harmless.
For a moment, anyway. When the two knights failed to do her bidding, she began to tap her foot against the tiles of the balcony. When that also failed to provoke any outburst of reconciliation and passion, she brought her hands together sharply.
“Quickly, gentlemen, time is of the essence and I’m getting cold.” They had jumped at her clap, and now Raoul was looking suspiciously red. He looked at Gary, and Gary looked back.
“Ah, gods help me.” Gary muttered and, stepping up to his tall friend, pulled him down into a kiss.
Delia waited until both of them were thoroughly distracted before slinking back into the ballroom. After all, there wasn’t much more that she needed to do.
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
PAIRING: Gary/Raoul
RATING: PG
WORDS: 249
Written for: First line meme
You’ve got to be cruel to be kind, she’s heard, and if you love someone you let them go. However, as she is only at the beginning of her glittering career of seduction and intrigue, Delia feels that she can safely ignore the second half of the advice.
It doesn’t even really apply here, anyway.
“You want us to do what?” Gary yelped. Raoul was just staring at her in the blank way of the deeply shocked.
“Kiss and make out. I mean up.” She amended quickly. “Fighting over my glove was very sweet, but I heard that you two were such good friends, and I’d hate to split you up.” Gary was still looking at her sharply, so Delia just concentrated on looking bright and innocent and harmless.
For a moment, anyway. When the two knights failed to do her bidding, she began to tap her foot against the tiles of the balcony. When that also failed to provoke any outburst of reconciliation and passion, she brought her hands together sharply.
“Quickly, gentlemen, time is of the essence and I’m getting cold.” They had jumped at her clap, and now Raoul was looking suspiciously red. He looked at Gary, and Gary looked back.
“Ah, gods help me.” Gary muttered and, stepping up to his tall friend, pulled him down into a kiss.
Delia waited until both of them were thoroughly distracted before slinking back into the ballroom. After all, there wasn’t much more that she needed to do.
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