Title: "Beautiful"
Author: Marianne aka Medie
Keywords: M/D relationship. Definite romance.
Spoilers: Series in general per Miranda's relationship
with her parents.
Disclaimers: Well, since Santa didn't answer my wish,
I don't own these guys...
Author's: Thanks Julie for the title and to both you
and Debbie for telling me abut the show. (And Debbie
for sending me the tapes that got me addicted *G*)
Oh, and this was meant to be a comfort fic but Declan
got a bit frisky. Those pesky Anthropologists, can't
turn your back on 'em for a second.
"Beautiful"
by Medie
----------
The room was silent save for the crackle of the fire
and the occasional relaxed sigh from Mole who was
flaked out before it. The room's other occupants were
cuddled together on the floor, relaxing against the
couch, watching the flames dance, leap, and throw
sparks onto the hearth.
A deep, pleasured sigh escaped the dark-haired man but
his slender companion didn't move or look back. All
she did to acknowledge it was tighten her grip on his
hands.
"Happy?" she prompted, a loving warmth underlying the
ordinarily formal tones of her voice.
"Extremely," he affirmed, kissing the back of her
head. "It's great here, isn't it? Quiet, peaceful . .
. "
"Private," Miranda interjected, amused.
His hands left hers, wandering to places that sent
delicious shivers down her spine. "Yeah, private . . .
very private."
"You're insatiable, Declan," she accused
affectionately, snuggling back against his bare chest.
"Can you blame me?" he teased, lips ghosting along the
shell of her ear. "You're beautiful."
A rosy hue tinged her ivory complexion and she shifted
to fit her head beneath his chin, her slim arms
wrapping loosely around his torso. The movement
causing the quilt covering their lower bodies to
twist. Both ignored it in favor of each other,
Declan's hands skimming up and down her bare back
while she cuddled even closer.
"You are, y'know," he insisted quietly.
"I'm what?"
"Beautiful." When she didn't respond, he rolled them
over, pinning her beneath him. "You *are* beautiful.
You, Miranda Figelstein, are the most beautiful,
intense, *incredibly* sexy woman I've ever met. A
woman who - I might add - I am completely, head over
heels, madly passionately in love with." His mouth
descended onto hers. "Passionately . . . " he repeated
against her lips, his body settling onto hers enough
that she couldn't slip free from the kiss. Not that
she was trying to.
When they came up for air, Declan grinned lopsidedly.
"So *now* do you believe me?"
She looked at him blankly. "We were talking?" Slipping
a hand into his hair, she drew him down to her once
more.
----
It was some time later before he brought up the
subject again. In fact, he chose to wait until he had
her in the one place she was guaranteed to be
completely relaxed and therefore . . . talkative.
Well, more than usual.
They were in the bathtub, soaking in the luxuriously
warm water, surrounded by bubbles, the room lit by
softly scented candles.
"Miranda . . . " Sliding the large sponge along one of
her arms, he broached the subject *very* carefully.
"Yes?" Leaning back against his shoulder, she closed
her eyes in relaxation.
"Why is it that every time I try and tell you you're
beautiful, you shut me out?"
His words were tentative but they had an effect
nonetheless. Her eyes flew open and she stared in
shock at the wall. "I...I don't shut you out," she
protested weakly.
"Yeah you do," Declan insisted, the sponge migrating
across her mid-section. "You never want to hear it.
Always find some way to change the subject or distract
me." His fingers found her rib cage, tickling. "So,
c'mon, out with it. Why?"
Miranda fidgeted, taking the sponge from him and
tugging at it. "I don't know . . . " she confessed
quietly, feeling his hands move to slide up and down
her arms reassuringly. "I...My . . . "
"Parents?" he encouraged gently.
She nodded quickly. "Never said things like that . . .
" She inhaled quickly. "I'm just . . . no good at . .
. " Miranda shook her head. "I've never . . . "
"Been able to accept compliments?"
"Yeah."
Declan's heart pained for her and he held her close,
bubbles around them moving and popping with the
movements. "You'll learn," he promised quietly.
"Because by the time we're old and grey, you'll be
tired of hearing it." A kiss went to her temple.
"You're beautiful, Miranda . . . and that's all there
is to it."
finis
Author: Marianne aka Medie
Keywords: M/D relationship. Definite romance.
Spoilers: Series in general per Miranda's relationship
with her parents.
Disclaimers: Well, since Santa didn't answer my wish,
I don't own these guys...
Author's: Thanks Julie for the title and to both you
and Debbie for telling me abut the show. (And Debbie
for sending me the tapes that got me addicted *G*)
Oh, and this was meant to be a comfort fic but Declan
got a bit frisky. Those pesky Anthropologists, can't
turn your back on 'em for a second.
"Beautiful"
by Medie
----------
The room was silent save for the crackle of the fire
and the occasional relaxed sigh from Mole who was
flaked out before it. The room's other occupants were
cuddled together on the floor, relaxing against the
couch, watching the flames dance, leap, and throw
sparks onto the hearth.
A deep, pleasured sigh escaped the dark-haired man but
his slender companion didn't move or look back. All
she did to acknowledge it was tighten her grip on his
hands.
"Happy?" she prompted, a loving warmth underlying the
ordinarily formal tones of her voice.
"Extremely," he affirmed, kissing the back of her
head. "It's great here, isn't it? Quiet, peaceful . .
. "
"Private," Miranda interjected, amused.
His hands left hers, wandering to places that sent
delicious shivers down her spine. "Yeah, private . . .
very private."
"You're insatiable, Declan," she accused
affectionately, snuggling back against his bare chest.
"Can you blame me?" he teased, lips ghosting along the
shell of her ear. "You're beautiful."
A rosy hue tinged her ivory complexion and she shifted
to fit her head beneath his chin, her slim arms
wrapping loosely around his torso. The movement
causing the quilt covering their lower bodies to
twist. Both ignored it in favor of each other,
Declan's hands skimming up and down her bare back
while she cuddled even closer.
"You are, y'know," he insisted quietly.
"I'm what?"
"Beautiful." When she didn't respond, he rolled them
over, pinning her beneath him. "You *are* beautiful.
You, Miranda Figelstein, are the most beautiful,
intense, *incredibly* sexy woman I've ever met. A
woman who - I might add - I am completely, head over
heels, madly passionately in love with." His mouth
descended onto hers. "Passionately . . . " he repeated
against her lips, his body settling onto hers enough
that she couldn't slip free from the kiss. Not that
she was trying to.
When they came up for air, Declan grinned lopsidedly.
"So *now* do you believe me?"
She looked at him blankly. "We were talking?" Slipping
a hand into his hair, she drew him down to her once
more.
----
It was some time later before he brought up the
subject again. In fact, he chose to wait until he had
her in the one place she was guaranteed to be
completely relaxed and therefore . . . talkative.
Well, more than usual.
They were in the bathtub, soaking in the luxuriously
warm water, surrounded by bubbles, the room lit by
softly scented candles.
"Miranda . . . " Sliding the large sponge along one of
her arms, he broached the subject *very* carefully.
"Yes?" Leaning back against his shoulder, she closed
her eyes in relaxation.
"Why is it that every time I try and tell you you're
beautiful, you shut me out?"
His words were tentative but they had an effect
nonetheless. Her eyes flew open and she stared in
shock at the wall. "I...I don't shut you out," she
protested weakly.
"Yeah you do," Declan insisted, the sponge migrating
across her mid-section. "You never want to hear it.
Always find some way to change the subject or distract
me." His fingers found her rib cage, tickling. "So,
c'mon, out with it. Why?"
Miranda fidgeted, taking the sponge from him and
tugging at it. "I don't know . . . " she confessed
quietly, feeling his hands move to slide up and down
her arms reassuringly. "I...My . . . "
"Parents?" he encouraged gently.
She nodded quickly. "Never said things like that . . .
" She inhaled quickly. "I'm just . . . no good at . .
. " Miranda shook her head. "I've never . . . "
"Been able to accept compliments?"
"Yeah."
Declan's heart pained for her and he held her close,
bubbles around them moving and popping with the
movements. "You'll learn," he promised quietly.
"Because by the time we're old and grey, you'll be
tired of hearing it." A kiss went to her temple.
"You're beautiful, Miranda . . . and that's all there
is to it."
finis