|Ice Cream and Sunshine 1/1
||[Mar. 11th, 2009|10:23 pm]
Title: Ice Cream and Sunshine
Word Count: 1,111
Summary: A lazy afternoon for a small family.
Author's Note: All previous stories can be found at lantean_manor. As always, huge thanks to my beta, joyfulfeather for being wonderful, and awesome, and translating astrum speak into English.
It was so quiet in the house when she and Teyla stepped inside that she wondered if John had fallen asleep. He'd been awake when they left, but that never meant anything on a Saturday when he didn't have to work. She and Teyla shared a smile and a shrug and moved to their respective bedrooms to put their purchases away. It had been their first shopping trip together in a long time, and she was more than grateful to have spent the afternoon with her best friend, even if her wallet was about seven hundred dollars lighter for it.
Once she'd put everything away, she made her way back downstairs. She noted with amusement that Teyla had already changed into her running clothes in preparation for Ronon's arrival and their daily run on the beach. Sometimes going to the mall left her feeling like spending three straight days exercising, too.
"Hmm?" she asked, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water.
"John. He's outside," Teyla replied with a smirk.
"Is he awake?" she quipped. Teyla's smirk widened and she raised an eyebrow. Setting her bottled water down, she moved into the living room and opened the glass door. Stepping outside, she took a moment to observe him. His back was to her, a thin white undershirt covering his strong shoulders. His head was bent and he was speaking in hushed conspiratorial tones.
Then she saw why.
"John Sheppard, don't you dare give her any of that."
Startled, John jumped and the heaping ice cream cone halted halfway to Victoria's open mouth. At the sound of her voice, the baby's eyes lit up and her eight month old daughter squealed. Bouncing in her seat, she clapped her hands and reached out to Elizabeth.
Recovering from his surprise, John didn't even look contrite. "Aww, come on, Elizabeth. It's really soft. And the cold'll make her gums feel better," he wheedled as she rounded his chair and stooped to smother her giggling child's cheeks in kisses. They were sticky and sweet smelling and she glared at John. They'd obviously been enjoying the treat for a while.
"It's still not good for her," she argued, wincing as Victoria's hand grabbed a fistful of her hair.
John rolled his eyes at her proclamation, slurping noisily at the melting scoop of ice cream in his hand. Rolling her eyes right back, she finally disentangled Victoria's greedy fingers and reached for a napkin so she could swipe ineffectively at the chocolate on the baby's cheeks.
"It's the low sugar kind, Elizabeth. It's not that bad."
Heaving a sigh, she lifted Victoria into her arms and nodded. "Fine, but no more."
Nodding in concession, John went back to attacking the dripping ice cream cone. A few seconds of studying him brought a smile to her face. He had ice cream on his nose.
She was still grinning when he looked up.
Holding Victoria securely in on arm, she tilted his head back with her free hand. She smirked, leaning forward and licking the ice cream off his nose.
Giggling, Victoria tried to do the same, missing John's nose, but pressing a sloppy kiss on John's forehead. Elizabeth noticed even John's smile got a little watery at that. Laughing she straightened up, covering the baby's face with noisy kisses as she settled in the chair beside John's.
"Is this what you and Daddy have done all day? Sat around the pool and eaten ice cream?" she asked around a laugh.
John nodded, shrugging and licking at one of the longer trails of melted ice cream running down his wrist. "Pretty much. Well, we had to go get the ice cream first. And we got her some shades, too." John reached across the table, presenting a ridiculous pair of bright pink star-shaped sunglasses to her.
Victoria immediately grabbed them from her hand, shoving the point of one of the stars into her mouth. Sharing a grin with her husband, Elizabeth took the glasses out of her mouth.
"She's not quite sure what to make of them yet."
"I gathered," Elizabeth teased, trying to slide the glasses onto her face, only to find out that they were about five sizes too small. Trying once more to convince Victoria to wear them, she settled for allowing her hold onto the plastic. "Did you put any sunscreen on her?"
"Yep. Right before you got home. Put some on myself, too, so don't worry," he added sarcastically, wrinkling his nose when another line of ice cream wiggled down his hand.
Grabbing a napkin, she scooted closer and wiped at the stickiness on his fingers. Grinning naughtily, she stole a bite of his ice cream cone, savoring the rich chocolate taste as the sun-warmed top layer melted immediately on her tongue and was followed by a cooler, firmer layer. Darting her tongue out, she licked up a little bit of the spill over on the side of the waffle cone. Pretending not to hear John's groan, she retreated back into her own seat, giving Victoria's nose a gentle tweak. Her daughter giggled again, rubbing a hand across her eyes and settling more firmly against her. A few minutes later, she was asleep in her lap.
She looked up from her study of her daughter, blinking in the warm late-afternoon sun. He was offering her a bottle of water – the one she'd left on the counter, she hoped – which she took gratefully. She took a long drag and exhaled in relief.
"Mmm. I can take her inside if you want."
Shaking her head, she smoothed the baby's hair. "We're okay."
She noticed he was still standing, swaying gently on the balls of his feet, and realized she hadn't even kissed him when she got home. Smiling easily, she tilted her head back and crooked a finger at him.
He bent. Her arm snaked out to draw him the rest of the way down to where her mouth could slide against his, and her tongue could dart out and lick the sticky corners of his lips. He tasted like chocolate – warm, velvety chocolate. She groaned.
When he pulled away just enough for them to catch their breath, she felt him grin into her cheek.
"Now what do you say about putting her down for a little while? I can bring the monitor back out."
Silently, she nodded, letting him gently lift Victoria off her lap.
Before he ducked inside, he turned back to face her, warming her down to her toes with the look in his eye.
Stretching, she smiled. It was a good afternoon.