Christmas time.
Title: Christmas time.
Author:
littlepluto
Pairing: Pierre/David.
Rating: PG.
POV: 3rd.
Summary:Pierre pulled back and gazed at David lazily studied him, “You’re beautiful,” He admitted, unable to keep the words at bay. David just smiled.
Disclaimer: Product of my imagination and love of anything French.
Author Notes: A spark ignited when helping mom put up the Christmas tree. **Public for 7 days only.
Beta:littlepluto - Proof read about 4 times. My Beta was unavailable.
Warnings: Too much fluff.
"It's slanted,"
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"You have wonky vision, what do you know," Pierre retorted childishly as he stared proudly at his newly decorated tree.
David glared and pushed his glasses back up his nose with his finger before defending himself, "there’s nothing wrong with my vision; the glasses bring out the different flecks of colours in my eyes.”
Pierre snorted and adjusted a bauble on the tree, “even if it’s wonky, it doesn’t matter. Nothing’s perfect on Christmas, if it was there’d be no grumpy boyfriend who belittles my tree skills and there would be no eggnog, that stuff is just gross,” he replied softly with a shrug.
David looked at Pierre and instantly felt guilty; he knew how much Pierre wanted to believe in the Christmas spirit. The constant touring left little time to have a ‘normal life’ and enjoy the little things that happened around the holidays. Christmas was Pierre’s favourite time of year, and who was David to deny him that.
David didn’t understand why Pierre felt the need to have a tree from the same lot every year or why the same star had to sit on top of the tree but what he really didn’t understand was Pierre’s determination to make Christmas outweigh the others, it was… strange.
He pressed a kiss to Pierre’s cheek and went to check on the food preparation in the kitchen, what he didn’t see as he walked away was Pierre’s cheeky grin.
“This Christmas will be the best,” he whispered to himself before rearranging a few baubles on the tree idly.
Christmas day soon arrived and Pierre was up at the crack of dawn running down the stairs while dragging an irritated, sleepy David behind him, who whined, “Pierre, it is 6am, let me sleep.”
“No, it’s Christmas,” Pierre retorted and impulsively picked up David once he reached the bottom of the stairs and carried him into the lounge where all the presents awaited.
“I want you to have the best Christmas ever, and you can’t do that when you’re sleeping.”
David sighed but couldn’t keep the grin from his face at Pierre’s excitement, when Pierre finally set him down on the sofa he reached over to the coffee table and put on the stereo, smiling when Christmas music filled the room, “okay, which present first?”
Pierre laughed and rummaged under the tree pulling out a present for David, “here you go, open this one first,” he said handing him a large badly, wrapped box.
David accepted it selfishly and ripped off the wrapping paper sparing no thought to the precious minutes it took Pierre to wrap it, he stopped his frantic hand movements and stared at the box unable to form words, “Pierre… this is, too much,” he whispered in awe.
Pierre leaned forward placing his hands on David’s knees for support and pressed a kiss to his lips and murmured, “nothing is too much for you.”
David placed the keyboard to the side and got down on the floor beside Pierre and picked up a box wrapped in sparkly purple paper and handed it to Pierre with a smile, “Merry Christmas, Pie,”
He snatched the present from David and carefully unwrapped the small box, Pierre gasped and pulled out a stunning watch, “it’s beautiful, David, thank you.”
“Turn it over,” David instructed.
On the back was an inscription in cursive letters;
‘Pie,
Fate and time led me to you,
Love always,
David.’
Pierre bit his lip and put the watch on his left wrist before crushing his lover into a hug.
“I love it, baby,” he thanked softly, and pressed a feather, light kiss to the skin just below his ear, “okay, now let’s finish unwrapping the rest together.”
A lounge full of paper later, both men were sat with their backs against the sofa admiring their presents, knowing later they’d have to do it all over again when they went to their families for dinner.
Suddenly, Pierre remembered the present that lay hid in the snowman’s hat by the fire, he crawled across, David watching suspiciously, grabbed the present and sat back in his original position, this time facing David.
“I wanted to keep this until tonight, but I feel now is the right time,” he said softly, and spared a glance to his watch.
David eyed the box; his heart going a mile a minute hoping he knew what he wished was in the box, he licked his dry lips and with shaky hands ripped off the paper and quickly opened the box.
Pierre summoned the courage and took the box from David and pulled out the ring, he sat the box down, reaching for David’s left hand with his free hand.
“David, can you remember our first kiss? We were choosing a Christmas tree for my house at the small lot by the bridge overlooking the river. I knew then that if I could manage to keep you and survive four Christmases without messing things up completely, I would marry you…”
David tightened his grip on Pierre’s hand as everything fell into place; the lot, the first star they bought and that each year Pierre, much to David’s protesting, always bought him a surprise present. Yes, it all made sense to him now.
Pierre cleared his throat, let out a nervous breath and continued, “David, I love you more than any words could describe and more than any love song lyrics, without you I wouldn’t be the man or front man I am today… Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” David blurted out and laughed softly, “yes Pie, I will marry you.”
He watched with blurry eyes as Pierre slipped the cold, white gold band onto his finger and kissed his knuckles.
“I love you, Pierre,” he sniffled and shifted himself into Pierre’s arm.
David couldn’t believe it; Pierre was going to be officially his.
Pierre pulled back and gazed at David lazily, he studied him with nothing but love and affection in his eyes, “you’re beautiful,” he admitted, unable to keep the words at bay.
David just smiled.
Author:
littleplutoPairing: Pierre/David.
Rating: PG.
POV: 3rd.
Summary:Pierre pulled back and gazed at David lazily studied him, “You’re beautiful,” He admitted, unable to keep the words at bay. David just smiled.
Disclaimer: Product of my imagination and love of anything French.
Author Notes: A spark ignited when helping mom put up the Christmas tree. **Public for 7 days only.
Beta:
littlepluto - Proof read about 4 times. My Beta was unavailable.Warnings: Too much fluff.
"It's slanted,"
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"You have wonky vision, what do you know," Pierre retorted childishly as he stared proudly at his newly decorated tree.
David glared and pushed his glasses back up his nose with his finger before defending himself, "there’s nothing wrong with my vision; the glasses bring out the different flecks of colours in my eyes.”
Pierre snorted and adjusted a bauble on the tree, “even if it’s wonky, it doesn’t matter. Nothing’s perfect on Christmas, if it was there’d be no grumpy boyfriend who belittles my tree skills and there would be no eggnog, that stuff is just gross,” he replied softly with a shrug.
David looked at Pierre and instantly felt guilty; he knew how much Pierre wanted to believe in the Christmas spirit. The constant touring left little time to have a ‘normal life’ and enjoy the little things that happened around the holidays. Christmas was Pierre’s favourite time of year, and who was David to deny him that.
David didn’t understand why Pierre felt the need to have a tree from the same lot every year or why the same star had to sit on top of the tree but what he really didn’t understand was Pierre’s determination to make Christmas outweigh the others, it was… strange.
He pressed a kiss to Pierre’s cheek and went to check on the food preparation in the kitchen, what he didn’t see as he walked away was Pierre’s cheeky grin.
“This Christmas will be the best,” he whispered to himself before rearranging a few baubles on the tree idly.
Christmas day soon arrived and Pierre was up at the crack of dawn running down the stairs while dragging an irritated, sleepy David behind him, who whined, “Pierre, it is 6am, let me sleep.”
“No, it’s Christmas,” Pierre retorted and impulsively picked up David once he reached the bottom of the stairs and carried him into the lounge where all the presents awaited.
“I want you to have the best Christmas ever, and you can’t do that when you’re sleeping.”
David sighed but couldn’t keep the grin from his face at Pierre’s excitement, when Pierre finally set him down on the sofa he reached over to the coffee table and put on the stereo, smiling when Christmas music filled the room, “okay, which present first?”
Pierre laughed and rummaged under the tree pulling out a present for David, “here you go, open this one first,” he said handing him a large badly, wrapped box.
David accepted it selfishly and ripped off the wrapping paper sparing no thought to the precious minutes it took Pierre to wrap it, he stopped his frantic hand movements and stared at the box unable to form words, “Pierre… this is, too much,” he whispered in awe.
Pierre leaned forward placing his hands on David’s knees for support and pressed a kiss to his lips and murmured, “nothing is too much for you.”
David placed the keyboard to the side and got down on the floor beside Pierre and picked up a box wrapped in sparkly purple paper and handed it to Pierre with a smile, “Merry Christmas, Pie,”
He snatched the present from David and carefully unwrapped the small box, Pierre gasped and pulled out a stunning watch, “it’s beautiful, David, thank you.”
“Turn it over,” David instructed.
On the back was an inscription in cursive letters;
‘Pie,
Fate and time led me to you,
Love always,
David.’
Pierre bit his lip and put the watch on his left wrist before crushing his lover into a hug.
“I love it, baby,” he thanked softly, and pressed a feather, light kiss to the skin just below his ear, “okay, now let’s finish unwrapping the rest together.”
A lounge full of paper later, both men were sat with their backs against the sofa admiring their presents, knowing later they’d have to do it all over again when they went to their families for dinner.
Suddenly, Pierre remembered the present that lay hid in the snowman’s hat by the fire, he crawled across, David watching suspiciously, grabbed the present and sat back in his original position, this time facing David.
“I wanted to keep this until tonight, but I feel now is the right time,” he said softly, and spared a glance to his watch.
David eyed the box; his heart going a mile a minute hoping he knew what he wished was in the box, he licked his dry lips and with shaky hands ripped off the paper and quickly opened the box.
Pierre summoned the courage and took the box from David and pulled out the ring, he sat the box down, reaching for David’s left hand with his free hand.
“David, can you remember our first kiss? We were choosing a Christmas tree for my house at the small lot by the bridge overlooking the river. I knew then that if I could manage to keep you and survive four Christmases without messing things up completely, I would marry you…”
David tightened his grip on Pierre’s hand as everything fell into place; the lot, the first star they bought and that each year Pierre, much to David’s protesting, always bought him a surprise present. Yes, it all made sense to him now.
Pierre cleared his throat, let out a nervous breath and continued, “David, I love you more than any words could describe and more than any love song lyrics, without you I wouldn’t be the man or front man I am today… Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” David blurted out and laughed softly, “yes Pie, I will marry you.”
He watched with blurry eyes as Pierre slipped the cold, white gold band onto his finger and kissed his knuckles.
“I love you, Pierre,” he sniffled and shifted himself into Pierre’s arm.
David couldn’t believe it; Pierre was going to be officially his.
Pierre pulled back and gazed at David lazily, he studied him with nothing but love and affection in his eyes, “you’re beautiful,” he admitted, unable to keep the words at bay.
David just smiled.