29 Days of Smut 2016
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aftanithA self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.
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Are You Ready? [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-09 11:00 am (UTC)Galen had certainly picked up on one thing before Loretta had, and that was the issue of Sparrow. Perhaps the difference was merely that they were married now, or perhaps it was that Loretta had given her young friend some more accurate advice in the past few weeks; Frost had certainly seen the two of them together often enough to entertain the idea of it. Perhaps Loretta, having surely noticed long ago that Sparrow's own preferences skewed more toward Galen than herself, thought the Freed boy might have better luck than she did.
Galen was certainly more persistent than Loretta had been, in any case. Loretta had only gained enough confidence to pursue what she wanted once she had her father's scheming on her side, and she'd given up with surprising ease after the revelation of her part in Octavian's scheming had brought Frost's temporary wrath down upon her. Galen, on the other hand, had at least no such advantage as either Donahue or his own parents' scheming. By all appearances, in fact, the Freeds seemed to have no inkling of their youngest son's obvious ambitions, and for the meanwhile, Frost was content to keep it that way; he still hadn't ruled out the possibility of going through with this. After all, there remained the chance, however slim, that Sparrow might eventually change her mind; the young man might seduce her yet.
On the other hand, Frost rather doubted Galen, as he was now, would have much luck in that department. For all Loretta may or may not have tried to help clue the young man in to status of Frost and Sparrow's relationship, he still didn't seem to quite understand what it meant for his attempted seductions--nor how to go about achieving them. Galen was still rather missing the point, by all appearances still failing to see that Sparrow was more than simply the spouse with whom he would have to make peace if he wanted access to the actual object of his affections. Sparrow, instead, was the key; the moment Sparrow consented to Galen, he could have whatever he wanted of Frost--and not a moment before.
But in the meantime, Galen was still focusing on Frost, his pursuit of Sparrow secondary and unfocused--better than Loretta's initial efforts, of course, but still a long way from anything that would bring him actual success--and yet his antics toward Frost were getting more daring by the day. Lately Galen somehow seemed to be in the Theatre whenever Frost and Sparrow were themselves, and if that meant Galen was spending all his time there on the off chance that the two of them might decide to visit, it only made things more amusing; tonight, Frost had spotted him the moment they'd walked into the dimly-lit room, and the sight that greeted him had brought a faint smirk of amusement to his lips in an instant.
Frost steered Sparrow away from him, determined not to make things too easy for the man, and the two of them settled into a little table in a dark corner at the back of the room, Frost's chair pulled up right beside Sparrow's to keep him within her range. And then he sat back and waited.
It didn't take the man long to spot them, and Frost's smirk widened at the way the young man's posture transformed as his gaze fell upon the two of them. In an instant, all pretense of nonchalance fell away, and Frost watched him work up the courage to head in their direction, slipping into that confident swagger and seductive smile just before he started toward them. Beside Frost, Sparrow followed his gaze, glancing in Galen's direction for just a moment, and Frost was almost sure he saw the faintest flicker of amusement on her face, too.
Are You Ready? [2/?]
Date: 2016-03-04 04:53 am (UTC)At least she didn't seem to mind the young man's antics; that, he supposed, was unexpected enough. Whether it would go any further than that, though, he wasn't willing to guess. Not yet.
In the meantime, Galen approached them with unwavering confidence; while it had seemed to take him a moment to psych himself up for whatever it was he intended to do when he reached them, there was nothing about him now that spoke of any further uncertainty. If nothing else, the young man clearly believed in his ability to seduce them--or perhaps he merely thought that acting like he did would be the first step toward making it true.
To Frost's immense surprise, it was not Galen but Sparrow who spoke first. "Galen," she said, nodding slightly. "This is getting to be a pattern, isn't it? How often are you here these days?"
If he was thrown by her sudden interaction, Galen pretended otherwise. He offered her a smile that he couldn't quite keep from dipping into territory more appropriate of a smirk, and Frost watched her mirror the expression back at the younger man as he wondered what exactly was going on between them tonight. For all Galen was pretending there wasn't anything unusual in Sparrow's willingness to play along tonight, Frost himself was growing only more surprised.
"As often as I can be," the redhead admitted, and his gaze flickered to the chair on the other side of her--not, as Frost would have guessed, the one beside him. Perhaps the kid was learning something after all. "Mind if I sit?"
Rejection would have been the least unexpected thing, but Sparrow seemed in an odd mood tonight--one Frost was beginning to hope he might be able to take advantage of as soon as he could disentangle them both from whatever Galen was scheming tonight. "Be my guest," she answered, and now even Galen looked like he'd been caught off-guard. But he hid it well as he sat down, and Frost inched just a bit closer to his wife, hoping to give the young man a subtle reminder that he had best not go too far. Just because Sparrow seemed willing to indulge him right now didn't mean he should push his luck.
"I'm surprised I keep running into the two of you here, as a matter of fact," the young man continued once he'd taken his seat beside her, and Frost was acutely aware of just how close the other man had pulled his chair to hers. "I'd been told the Chancellor rarely attended the Theatre."
Sparrow was looking away from him, her eyes on Galen with the back of her head facing Frost, but he could see her posture change nonetheless, just the subtlest stiffening in the muscles of her back and shoulders--and then the faintest sag. "A lot's changed in the past year."
To his credit, Galen at least had the sense to look sympathetic. "Of course," he said, a certain gentleness to his voice that didn't quite ring true. "Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up?"
"You didn't."
Her tone was dismissive, but it seemed neither Frost nor Galen could tell what exactly that attitude was directed toward; whether she was trying to pardon or condemn him, they couldn't tell, and Frost watched Galen glance over her shoulder, his eyes meeting Frost's for a fleeting moment before flickering back to Sparrow. "I apologize anyway," he said. "I'm sure everyone's thrilled to have you here, whatever the reason for the change."
"Some more than others," Sparrow replied, and the growing undercurrent of uncertainty on Galen's face was beginning to amuse. "Why have you been coming here so often, then, if you don't mind my asking?"