"A Day At The Fair"
Author: Medie
E-mail: medison@thezone.net
Rating: G
Keywords: D/M, romance, humor
Pairing: Miranda/Declan
Series: part of the "A Day Off" Trilogy
Spoilers: none
Disclaimers: Not mine. Not even close.
Summary: The next part of Declan's little day of diversion.
"A Day At The Fair"
by M
"Declan..." Miranda opened the door of the truck and stared skeptically at
what lay before her.
"Yes, Miranda?" The anthropologist countered in an entirely too cheerful of
a tone. With a grin, he stood before her, waiting for a response.
"It's a fair."
"I know what it is."
"It's a fair."
Declan's head bobbed in a nod. "Yes, we've established that."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're having entirely too much fun with
this."
"Yes I am." He admitted honestly.
He was bluntly honest and Miranda briefly entertained thoughts of creative
and unusual ways to kill him but decided she liked him better breathing.
"Why are we here?" She asked finally, sliding out of the truck and closing
the door.
"Because you agreed to spend the day with me." Declan took her hand and
tugged her close to him, running his free hand over her hair. "And this is
where I want to start." His eyes looked down into hers, earnest. "Have you
ever really been to a fair?" At the shake of her head, he continued. "I
thought so. See, one of the great rituals of youth is going to a fair with a
date: eating too much cotton candy, popcorn and candied apples, not to
mention playing ridiculous games, winning humongous stuffed toys and getting
sick on rides." As he spoke, he began herding her toward the fairgrounds.
"You never did that so you and me are going to go in there, act like a
coupla teenagers on a date and have *loads* of fun."
"Loads of fun?" She echoed skeptically.
"Loads." He affirmed.
Miranda heaved a sigh, which for her wasn't very noticeable, and nodded.
"Ok..."
"Try not to sound so enthusiastic." Declan teased, slipping an arm around
her waist. "Someone might hear you." Pressing a kiss to her temple, he
chuckled. "C'mon, let's go have some fun."
-----
"So?"
"So what?"
He gave her an exasperated look. "So are you having fun?"
Miranda delicately licked some cotton candy off her fingertip, an action
Declan found himself inordinately fascinated with, and considered it. "Yes."
She looked around. "I want to play that." One slender finger pointed at a
group of nearby kids who were all firing water guns into the mouths of
clowns. "Can we?"
Following her gesture, he stole a bite of cotton candy as he nodded. "Yeah,
sure, let's try." He grinned. "Me against you or do you want to play
spectator?"
One dark eyebrow rose briefly at that and she handed him the cotton candy,
wordlessly.
Recognizing the brief flash of fire in her eyes, Declan fell into step
behind her, chuckling softly.
-----
"How did you do that?!" As Miranda was handed the huge plush jaguar, the
anthropologist at her side stared in surprise."You didn't miss once!"
The raven-haired woman hefted the toy in her arms, an amused look in her
eyes. "Skeet shooting."
"What?" As they walked away from the booth, Declan hurried to keep up with
the unconcerned Miranda. "Skeet shooting?"
"Mmhmm..When I was younger, my Dad took me all the time." She shrugged. "Got
pretty good."
"Pretty good?!" he shook his head emphatically. "Uh uh..that was
*phenomenal*...you're like Annie Oakley or something!"
Her lips twitched in a small smile. "Declan," She looked back at the booth
then at him. "It was a water pistol."
"Yeah, but your aim!" He exclaimed with a grin. "Bullet..water..same thing."
Miranda couldn't help it. A wide, well for her, smile dawned across her face
and she held out the stuffed toy. "You keep it."
"Isn't the guy supposed to be the one who does that?" Declan questioned,
accepting it.
"Conventionally? Yes." She lifted one shoulder. "We're unconventional."
"No kidding." He noted wryly."Thanks." Heedless of who was around, he leaned
over to kiss her soundly.
Miranda's cheeks flamed and she pushed him back slightly. "Declan....we're
in *public*."
"So?" Declan replied merrily. "I love you and I don't care who knows it."
She shook her head. "Maniac."
"Guilty as charged."
-----
"Uh uh." Miranda shook her head.
"Oh, come on." Declan tugged her hand and did his best to look plaintive.
"Just one ride."
"No." She tried to pull her hand free but he wouldn't relent. "I don't want
to."
"Miranda," Moving close, he tried the technique that had convinced her to
spend the day with him. "It's another one of those great rituals of teen
dating."
"We're not teenagers." She pointed out logically. "In fact you..."
"Shhh!" A hand went over her mouth and he grinned impishly. "I'm doing my
best to forget that. Besides, aren't you the one who says I never grew up?"
Behind his hand she nodded.
A flash of something appeared in her eyes and too late he realized it was
devilment.
Lightening-fast, her tongue slipped out and ran over the skin of his
fingers. With a yelp, he dropped his hand and her lips curved up into a
small very smug smile.
"Imp." He accused, tugging her close again. "Just one ride Miranda. Just one
ride."
She looked up at the ferris wheel and sighed.
-----
"Declan."
He looked over at her sheepishly. "Sorry."
"We're stuck up here Declan." Miranda frowned at him. "We're stuck at the
top of a ferris wheel."
"We are." He agreed, his hand sneaking across the seat to touch hers. "Your
hands are cold."
"A little." She confessed.
Taking them in his, he lifted them to his mouth, blowing gently. "Why didn't
you say so?"
"We're stuck up here," She smiled briefly. "It seemed like a bigger concern
than cold fingers."
He chuckled. "Always logical." Sliding her closer, he wrapped her in his
arms, holding her against him; the heat of his body warming her smaller one.
"Too logical sometimes."
"Too logical?" She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him. "How's
that?"
His grin was back. "We're stuck at the top of a ferris wheel, with no sign
of getting down soon, and you haven't once tried to make out." His dark eyes
twinkled down at her and her body warmed, a warmth that had nothing to do
with the proximity of two bodies.
"Make out?" She smiled, reaching up with her fingertips to brush the stubble
that lined his jaw. "Up here?"
"Up here." He agreed.
She shook her head. "Maniac."
"You keep calling me that ." Declan reminded with a grin.
"That's because it's true." She countered softly, laughter lurking in her
gaze.
"It is huh?" He placed a finger beneath her jaw, tilting her head back
slightly, his eyes going to her mouth.
"Yes."
"Ok." Leaning forward, he brought his lips to hers. "Just checking."
"Ok." She echoed against his mouth before closing her eyes and giving in to
the kiss. He might be a maniac but he was her maniac and she loved him for
it. Just as he loved her.
TBC Part 3
Author: Medie
E-mail: medison@thezone.net
Rating: G
Keywords: D/M, romance, humor
Pairing: Miranda/Declan
Series: part of the "A Day Off" Trilogy
Spoilers: none
Disclaimers: Not mine. Not even close.
Summary: The next part of Declan's little day of diversion.
"A Day At The Fair"
by M
"Declan..." Miranda opened the door of the truck and stared skeptically at
what lay before her.
"Yes, Miranda?" The anthropologist countered in an entirely too cheerful of
a tone. With a grin, he stood before her, waiting for a response.
"It's a fair."
"I know what it is."
"It's a fair."
Declan's head bobbed in a nod. "Yes, we've established that."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're having entirely too much fun with
this."
"Yes I am." He admitted honestly.
He was bluntly honest and Miranda briefly entertained thoughts of creative
and unusual ways to kill him but decided she liked him better breathing.
"Why are we here?" She asked finally, sliding out of the truck and closing
the door.
"Because you agreed to spend the day with me." Declan took her hand and
tugged her close to him, running his free hand over her hair. "And this is
where I want to start." His eyes looked down into hers, earnest. "Have you
ever really been to a fair?" At the shake of her head, he continued. "I
thought so. See, one of the great rituals of youth is going to a fair with a
date: eating too much cotton candy, popcorn and candied apples, not to
mention playing ridiculous games, winning humongous stuffed toys and getting
sick on rides." As he spoke, he began herding her toward the fairgrounds.
"You never did that so you and me are going to go in there, act like a
coupla teenagers on a date and have *loads* of fun."
"Loads of fun?" She echoed skeptically.
"Loads." He affirmed.
Miranda heaved a sigh, which for her wasn't very noticeable, and nodded.
"Ok..."
"Try not to sound so enthusiastic." Declan teased, slipping an arm around
her waist. "Someone might hear you." Pressing a kiss to her temple, he
chuckled. "C'mon, let's go have some fun."
-----
"So?"
"So what?"
He gave her an exasperated look. "So are you having fun?"
Miranda delicately licked some cotton candy off her fingertip, an action
Declan found himself inordinately fascinated with, and considered it. "Yes."
She looked around. "I want to play that." One slender finger pointed at a
group of nearby kids who were all firing water guns into the mouths of
clowns. "Can we?"
Following her gesture, he stole a bite of cotton candy as he nodded. "Yeah,
sure, let's try." He grinned. "Me against you or do you want to play
spectator?"
One dark eyebrow rose briefly at that and she handed him the cotton candy,
wordlessly.
Recognizing the brief flash of fire in her eyes, Declan fell into step
behind her, chuckling softly.
-----
"How did you do that?!" As Miranda was handed the huge plush jaguar, the
anthropologist at her side stared in surprise."You didn't miss once!"
The raven-haired woman hefted the toy in her arms, an amused look in her
eyes. "Skeet shooting."
"What?" As they walked away from the booth, Declan hurried to keep up with
the unconcerned Miranda. "Skeet shooting?"
"Mmhmm..When I was younger, my Dad took me all the time." She shrugged. "Got
pretty good."
"Pretty good?!" he shook his head emphatically. "Uh uh..that was
*phenomenal*...you're like Annie Oakley or something!"
Her lips twitched in a small smile. "Declan," She looked back at the booth
then at him. "It was a water pistol."
"Yeah, but your aim!" He exclaimed with a grin. "Bullet..water..same thing."
Miranda couldn't help it. A wide, well for her, smile dawned across her face
and she held out the stuffed toy. "You keep it."
"Isn't the guy supposed to be the one who does that?" Declan questioned,
accepting it.
"Conventionally? Yes." She lifted one shoulder. "We're unconventional."
"No kidding." He noted wryly."Thanks." Heedless of who was around, he leaned
over to kiss her soundly.
Miranda's cheeks flamed and she pushed him back slightly. "Declan....we're
in *public*."
"So?" Declan replied merrily. "I love you and I don't care who knows it."
She shook her head. "Maniac."
"Guilty as charged."
-----
"Uh uh." Miranda shook her head.
"Oh, come on." Declan tugged her hand and did his best to look plaintive.
"Just one ride."
"No." She tried to pull her hand free but he wouldn't relent. "I don't want
to."
"Miranda," Moving close, he tried the technique that had convinced her to
spend the day with him. "It's another one of those great rituals of teen
dating."
"We're not teenagers." She pointed out logically. "In fact you..."
"Shhh!" A hand went over her mouth and he grinned impishly. "I'm doing my
best to forget that. Besides, aren't you the one who says I never grew up?"
Behind his hand she nodded.
A flash of something appeared in her eyes and too late he realized it was
devilment.
Lightening-fast, her tongue slipped out and ran over the skin of his
fingers. With a yelp, he dropped his hand and her lips curved up into a
small very smug smile.
"Imp." He accused, tugging her close again. "Just one ride Miranda. Just one
ride."
She looked up at the ferris wheel and sighed.
-----
"Declan."
He looked over at her sheepishly. "Sorry."
"We're stuck up here Declan." Miranda frowned at him. "We're stuck at the
top of a ferris wheel."
"We are." He agreed, his hand sneaking across the seat to touch hers. "Your
hands are cold."
"A little." She confessed.
Taking them in his, he lifted them to his mouth, blowing gently. "Why didn't
you say so?"
"We're stuck up here," She smiled briefly. "It seemed like a bigger concern
than cold fingers."
He chuckled. "Always logical." Sliding her closer, he wrapped her in his
arms, holding her against him; the heat of his body warming her smaller one.
"Too logical sometimes."
"Too logical?" She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him. "How's
that?"
His grin was back. "We're stuck at the top of a ferris wheel, with no sign
of getting down soon, and you haven't once tried to make out." His dark eyes
twinkled down at her and her body warmed, a warmth that had nothing to do
with the proximity of two bodies.
"Make out?" She smiled, reaching up with her fingertips to brush the stubble
that lined his jaw. "Up here?"
"Up here." He agreed.
She shook her head. "Maniac."
"You keep calling me that ." Declan reminded with a grin.
"That's because it's true." She countered softly, laughter lurking in her
gaze.
"It is huh?" He placed a finger beneath her jaw, tilting her head back
slightly, his eyes going to her mouth.
"Yes."
"Ok." Leaning forward, he brought his lips to hers. "Just checking."
"Ok." She echoed against his mouth before closing her eyes and giving in to
the kiss. He might be a maniac but he was her maniac and she loved him for
it. Just as he loved her.
TBC Part 3