HP: Christmas (Dean/Seamus)
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wook77Title: Christmas
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wook77
Pairing: Dean/Seamus
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~730
Warnings: Schmoop (yes, you read that right)
Summary: First Christmas.
A/N: Not my normal as this is pure unadulterated schmoop. Other than the sporking I've given myself for writing schmoop, concrit welcomed with open arms. Unbeta'd and Day 17 of the Advent Calendar. Also - posted a day late as the wook family Christmas interfered.
The quiet of the room was peaceful in its own way. Seamus wasn't used to silence like this but the occasional noise from the tree gave just enough sound that it was soothing to sit there and watch the lights twinkle. They'd decorated the tree earlier that day, he and Dean. They'd enchanted some of the ornaments to move – the ice skating couple spun arm-in-arm in lazy circles, the dove flitted from branch to branch, the bells would chime in a song only they recognised and a father lifted his son to place the star on the top of the tree.
As Seamus stretched out on the couch, he allowed his eyes to blur until the tree was a burst of colour, shifting in his gaze. He smiled as he remembered Christmases with his family, all of the assorted Finnigans and Nearys assembled in the house, the raucousness of all those people trying to speak over one another and conversations that built into other conversations while a tree twinkled in the corner and gifts were opened, no one knowing who bought for whom. They were all attributed to Father Christmas, especially when they were younger.
He'd insisted that as this was their first year together, that they mix their traditions. They'd placed a charmed candle in the window, ready to welcome Mary and Joseph on their journey. They'd placed their stockings in the bedroom, at the foot of the bed and it'd been especially hard for Seamus to slip anything into it this year as Dean was and always had been a light sleeper. In the end, he'd just placed the small chocolate coins and fruit into it, hiding Dean's gift in the tree.
His natural curiosity was getting the better of him as the hours wound down to when they'd agreed to exchange gifts. Seamus wanted to know, quite desperately, what had had Dean singing and smiling secretively for so long. The second bedroom had remained closed to him for the past two weeks and it would have been easy to break the simple locking charms on the door, go in and sneak a peek as Dean wouldn't be the wiser once the charms were replaced.
Instead, Seamus waited, not wanting to disappoint but it was very hard as the paper on the gifts was so very shiny and one of the boxes had an intriguing rattle to it. Thinking that he'd just give that box one more shake, he stood and quickly walked over to the tree. Gift in hand, he lifted it to chest height before arms encircled him, keeping him from rattling the box.
"What are you up to, Finnigan?" The voice was sleepy, curious and amused as lips touched his ear.
"Just making sure the paper's still on, o'course." Seamus leaned back into Dean's chest, the warmth radiating from his skin made Seamus realise how chilly it was in their flat.
"Come back to bed?" Dean said the question so matter of factly that Seamus had to catch his breath. This – this relationship and Dean and that everything was right in his world – was more than he would ever have asked for from Father Christmas or God or anyone.
With that question, Seamus set the box down and turned to embrace Dean, pressing his nose into Dean's skin, inhaling deeply. "I love you," he murmured.
"What brought this on?" Dean sounded confused and Seamus pulled back to press his lips to Dean's.
"Just thankful, I guess." As Seamus spoke, Dean's hand came up to cup his cheek, fingertips resting against Seamus's ear.
"Yeah? Me too," Dean said before pressing in closer, lips touching against skin, gentle and sweet before pulling back once more. "Gifts now, then?"
"Ye're gift enough," Seamus replied with a sappy grin.
"Sod off, I know you want your gift." Dean made to approach the tree but Seamus held on.
"Just this, not taking the piss, this is enough." Dean's hand threaded into Seamus's hair once more at Seamus's words.
"Want to stay out here and watch the tree?" They both looked to the couch before looking back at the tree. It was easy work for them to lay back and pull a blanket over themselves as they watched the tree, hands occasionally touching skin. Waiting for the gifts wrapped in pretty paper when he was laying with his greatest one playing with his hair suddenly didn't seem to hard.
~~End~~
Found my Place - Augustana - the song that was on repeat as I wrote this.
Author:
wook77Pairing: Dean/Seamus
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~730
Warnings: Schmoop (yes, you read that right)
Summary: First Christmas.
A/N: Not my normal as this is pure unadulterated schmoop. Other than the sporking I've given myself for writing schmoop, concrit welcomed with open arms. Unbeta'd and Day 17 of the Advent Calendar. Also - posted a day late as the wook family Christmas interfered.
The quiet of the room was peaceful in its own way. Seamus wasn't used to silence like this but the occasional noise from the tree gave just enough sound that it was soothing to sit there and watch the lights twinkle. They'd decorated the tree earlier that day, he and Dean. They'd enchanted some of the ornaments to move – the ice skating couple spun arm-in-arm in lazy circles, the dove flitted from branch to branch, the bells would chime in a song only they recognised and a father lifted his son to place the star on the top of the tree.
As Seamus stretched out on the couch, he allowed his eyes to blur until the tree was a burst of colour, shifting in his gaze. He smiled as he remembered Christmases with his family, all of the assorted Finnigans and Nearys assembled in the house, the raucousness of all those people trying to speak over one another and conversations that built into other conversations while a tree twinkled in the corner and gifts were opened, no one knowing who bought for whom. They were all attributed to Father Christmas, especially when they were younger.
He'd insisted that as this was their first year together, that they mix their traditions. They'd placed a charmed candle in the window, ready to welcome Mary and Joseph on their journey. They'd placed their stockings in the bedroom, at the foot of the bed and it'd been especially hard for Seamus to slip anything into it this year as Dean was and always had been a light sleeper. In the end, he'd just placed the small chocolate coins and fruit into it, hiding Dean's gift in the tree.
His natural curiosity was getting the better of him as the hours wound down to when they'd agreed to exchange gifts. Seamus wanted to know, quite desperately, what had had Dean singing and smiling secretively for so long. The second bedroom had remained closed to him for the past two weeks and it would have been easy to break the simple locking charms on the door, go in and sneak a peek as Dean wouldn't be the wiser once the charms were replaced.
Instead, Seamus waited, not wanting to disappoint but it was very hard as the paper on the gifts was so very shiny and one of the boxes had an intriguing rattle to it. Thinking that he'd just give that box one more shake, he stood and quickly walked over to the tree. Gift in hand, he lifted it to chest height before arms encircled him, keeping him from rattling the box.
"What are you up to, Finnigan?" The voice was sleepy, curious and amused as lips touched his ear.
"Just making sure the paper's still on, o'course." Seamus leaned back into Dean's chest, the warmth radiating from his skin made Seamus realise how chilly it was in their flat.
"Come back to bed?" Dean said the question so matter of factly that Seamus had to catch his breath. This – this relationship and Dean and that everything was right in his world – was more than he would ever have asked for from Father Christmas or God or anyone.
With that question, Seamus set the box down and turned to embrace Dean, pressing his nose into Dean's skin, inhaling deeply. "I love you," he murmured.
"What brought this on?" Dean sounded confused and Seamus pulled back to press his lips to Dean's.
"Just thankful, I guess." As Seamus spoke, Dean's hand came up to cup his cheek, fingertips resting against Seamus's ear.
"Yeah? Me too," Dean said before pressing in closer, lips touching against skin, gentle and sweet before pulling back once more. "Gifts now, then?"
"Ye're gift enough," Seamus replied with a sappy grin.
"Sod off, I know you want your gift." Dean made to approach the tree but Seamus held on.
"Just this, not taking the piss, this is enough." Dean's hand threaded into Seamus's hair once more at Seamus's words.
"Want to stay out here and watch the tree?" They both looked to the couch before looking back at the tree. It was easy work for them to lay back and pull a blanket over themselves as they watched the tree, hands occasionally touching skin. Waiting for the gifts wrapped in pretty paper when he was laying with his greatest one playing with his hair suddenly didn't seem to hard.
Found my Place - Augustana - the song that was on repeat as I wrote this.
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Date: 2006-12-26 07:51 pm (UTC)No but seriously, this is what Christmas should have been like! Although you're killing me with wanting to know what the gifts are, the two of them cuddling gives me all sorts of fuzzy feelings.
Nicely done!
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Date: 2006-12-26 10:52 pm (UTC)I love the Xmas tree, it's just something you can so see in their world. I agree wtih Seamus, there could be no better gift.
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Date: 2006-12-26 11:38 pm (UTC)A lovely thing to read tonight. And so true. ♥
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Date: 2006-12-27 12:38 am (UTC)*unable to resist the power of the icon*
Yes, well, Christmas will be like that someday, maybe.
I could never quite decide what gifts were there.
Thanks muchly... I just hope the fuzzy feelings aren't really mold.
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Date: 2006-12-27 12:39 am (UTC)There really isn't, is there? Just someone absolutely special and loving in your life and getting to spend the holidays with them. *wants*
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Date: 2006-12-27 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 04:55 am (UTC)