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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 19 - prompt "Ice skating"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Bruised Pride
19. Prompt – Ice skating
Fandom – Knives Out
Ship – Cablanca, Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera
Title – Bruised Pride
Marta desperately tried not to giggle when Benoit slipped again and barely managed to right himself. She took pity on him and held out her mitten-covered hand. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the bench.”
He cautiously followed her lead, allowing her to tow him toward the edge of the outdoor ice rink while he concentrated on keeping upright on his skates.
Marta was a nurse and stronger than she looked; but Benoit was a large, solid man who had defied gravity one too many times.
They went down hard. Somehow, Benoit managed to cradle Marta to his chest to keep her from hitting the ice directly. Once they had their breath back, she started laughing.
“I rarely do this,” he tried to defend himself.
“Ice skate?”
“That,” Benoit agreed. “Or this.” He grasped her face between his gloved hands and slowly leaned in to press his lips to hers.
“Get a room!”
They broke apart with a start. Somehow, they had forgotten that they were still on the ice, surrounded by strangers who were just trying to enjoy their afternoon.
“We should probably head back to the house,” Marta suggested.
“Let me take you to dinner,” Benoit countered.
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Bruised Pride
19. Prompt – Ice skating
Fandom – Knives Out
Ship – Cablanca, Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera
Title – Bruised Pride
Marta desperately tried not to giggle when Benoit slipped again and barely managed to right himself. She took pity on him and held out her mitten-covered hand. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the bench.”
He cautiously followed her lead, allowing her to tow him toward the edge of the outdoor ice rink while he concentrated on keeping upright on his skates.
Marta was a nurse and stronger than she looked; but Benoit was a large, solid man who had defied gravity one too many times.
They went down hard. Somehow, Benoit managed to cradle Marta to his chest to keep her from hitting the ice directly. Once they had their breath back, she started laughing.
“I rarely do this,” he tried to defend himself.
“Ice skate?”
“That,” Benoit agreed. “Or this.” He grasped her face between his gloved hands and slowly leaned in to press his lips to hers.
“Get a room!”
They broke apart with a start. Somehow, they had forgotten that they were still on the ice, surrounded by strangers who were just trying to enjoy their afternoon.
“We should probably head back to the house,” Marta suggested.
“Let me take you to dinner,” Benoit countered.