Title: Coasts of Dalriada / Somewhere in Scotland
Author: Laura Fones
Pairing: Mary/Bash
Rating: All ages.
Summary: One-shot window into a world where Mash happens, deliciously, in Scotland.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, obviously.
Author's Note: First "Reign" fic, despite being an avid Mary/Bash shipper. Please enjoy.
"You'll never catch me that way!" Mary squealed as she scrambled over the rocks.
Bash was close behind, more woodsman than merman upon the rocks of the Scottish sea. His stride was longer but lacked her grace; he found himself slipping against the crags where moss met stone. She outpaced him quickly.
"Who knew 'Your Grace' was more than an honorific," he moaned, Frenchly, at her hurried ascent.
She smiled down at him, magnanimous in triumph. "These lands are in my blood, sir. You hike them better than any Frenchman I've seen."
"You do me too much honor," he muttered.
She pursed her lips in mock-sweetness and lowered a hand to meet his. It felt warm in the chill sea air.
"Tell me, Bash, do you like Scotland?"
"Mary, you are Scotland," he kissed her hand. "And, as such, I like it very much."
"Too charming for your own good. At least that never changes."
"A comforting constant in an ever-changing world," he replied, escaping the compliment and folding her into his arms. "You are cold, Your Grace."
"Even if I weren't, you'd…"
"But you are," his arms tightened, the way she preferred to be held. "So here I am."
Looking out at the green fields of Scotland, she nodded. "Yes. Here you are."
- Fin -