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Jingle Bells

It occurred to me that I can’t really make the Fall Guys flashes (At His Side) part of the 25 days of Christmas since those flashes will be posted all at once on AO3 at the end of the month to conclude their story. This means three flashes would be missing from the 25 Days of Christmas for posting on AO3 purposes. I can’t have that. So you get three extra flashes, one today, one the 13th, and one the 20th.

“Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh.”

Vanik stopped in the middle of the store at the sound of the singing. He glanced around for the source of the singing.

“O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way.”

“Vanik? What are you doing?”

For the moment, Vanik ignored his uncle calling for him.

Of course his uncle, Spock, hadn’t even wanted to take him to the department store on Van Ness. He’d agreed, rather impatiently Vanik thought. But since they’d arrived, Spock had been rushing him through the store. At this rate, he would be unable to find gifts for his parents.

“Bells on bob tail ring, making spirits bright.”

Spock reached his side and took his arm. “Come, Vanik, I told you I do not have a lot of time. I have a meeting scheduled and…”

“What does it mean bells on bob tail ring?”

His uncle, tall and regal, gazed down at him. He arched a brow. “To what are you referring?”

“The song. Someone is singing. Can you not hear him? He has a very nice voice.”

Spock shook his head. “I do not have time for this. You told me that you wished to acquire gifts for your parents, though I am at a loss as to why, and…”

“For the holiday.” Vanik sighed. “I know that you and grandfather find the celebration of Terran holidays illogical and a waste, however, just as your mother is, my mother is human, and she does celebrate Hanukkah.”

“And Sybok indulges her.” Spock paused. “And you. Yes, I know.”

“I need eight gifts for each,” Vanik told him.

Eight?”

Vanik nodded.

“What fun it is to laugh and sing, a sleighing song tonight.”

“There.” Vanik headed to the right.

“Vanik…”

There, standing next to a rack of sweaters, was the man who had, apparently, been singing the Terran tune. He was tall with golden hair and bright blue eyes, his fair skin flushed red, probably from coming inside from the cold.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh.” He stopped and looked down at Vanik. That was when Vanik noticed that the man wore a name tag, Jim, and looked like he was possibly an employee of the store. “Oh. Hello.”

Vanik tilted his head. “Hello. Jim.”

Jim looked up and past Vanik to Spock who had come up behind Vanik. He smiled brightly at both of them. “Can I help you?”

Vanik nodded. “Do you work here?”

“I do.”

“That is fortunate,” Vanik said. “My name is Vanik and this is my uncle, Spock.”

Jim’s smile grew brighter. “Spock, Vanik.”

“First, I have a question.”

“Go on.”

“What does bells on bob tail ring mean?”

At this Jim laughed. It was a good laugh and Vanik noticed that his uncle seemed to appreciate it too for he flushed a light green. Spock blushed when he liked someone, Vanik knew.

“It’s something they do to the horse. They tie up his tail when he’s leading the sleigh and they hang a bell so it rings when the horse and sleigh move.”

“Oh. That is logical. Then is it really fun to ride in a one horse sleigh?”

Jim laughed again and it had the same effect on Spock and Vanik as before. “I don’t know. I haven’t actually done it.” His blue eyes shined as he glanced at Spock. “I’d be willing to try it someday though.”

Very interesting, Vanik thought. Jim liked Spock, too.

“And finally, as you work here, can you assist me in determining eight appropriate gifts each for my parents for the celebration of Hanukah?”

Jim looked back at Vanik from gazing long at Spock. “I’d be delighted.”

Flash Fic, July 26, 2019

When I mentioned doing a Christmas flash for the Pinto Regency boys, JJ mentioned Christmas in July as a hint that she would love a Flash for this month as well. Enjoy.

I wasn’t surprised to see him riding out toward my spot on the grass. I expected he would join me at some point. But I was surprised at how quickly he appeared.

Zachary was an elegant rider, beautiful and masculine, and today he was dressed all in chestnut brown which seemed to match the color of his big stallion. He jumped off as soon as he stopped next to me, tying his horse to the nearest tree, next to the horse I’d left there.

He grinned down at me. “You’ve taken your boots off, young Lord Christopher. How scandalous.”

I chuckled. “There’s no one around for miles and this is your own estate. I think going barefoot should be permitted.”

He dropped down next to me on the blanket, on his knees, and to my delighted surprise, his mouth covered mine in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.

“Zach,” I breathed out when he broke away. “I thought you said we dare not.”

He flopped down on his back then, to gaze up at the afternoon sun. “As you said, there’s no one here. No one but us. I’ve even sent the staff away.”

“Did you finish your estate work?”

“Yes. All finished. Well, until day after tomorrow anyway. The rest of the day is ours.”

“And night.”

“Mm. Mrs. Hatchett has left us a roasted chicken for supper. And I am sure I can throw together some things to accompany it.”

“Sounds like heaven,” I admitted. I turned over on my stomach and rested my hand on his, over his coat. “I wish we never had to leave. This place is glorious.”

“What makes it glorious is being here with you. I’ve been here dozens of times, over years of my life, and believe me, it wasn’t near as glorious.”

I smiled and glanced around, but saw nothing and no one. Except a bird or two flying overhead. I leaned over and placed my mouth on his, feeling the rough stubble on his face. He tasted vaguely of whiskey and tobacco, but somehow it was not at all unpleasant.

His hand came up to hold my jaw in place as he increased the pressure of our lips. His tongue darted out to swipe against mine and I moaned low.

Zach released my jaw then and sighed. “Let’s go back to the house and continue this more privately.”

“All right,” I agreed, readily.

“Unless you’ve been enjoying the sun out here. It can wait if you wish.”

I shook my head and straightened up to my knees. “What I wish is to go back to the house, to our room, where you can spent the rest of what’s left of daylight ravishing me, before we have supper.”

Zach arched a brow. “Consider yourself ravished, Lord Christopher. It will definitely be my pleasure.”

We rose and folded up the blanket, returning to the horses, to ride back to the manor house to enjoy what remained of the day.   

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