Spring Cleaning (MickBeth, One-shot, G)
Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:56 am
Tried my hand at the Challenge. Thanks go out to my bouncer, Lorig!
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters.
Pairing: Mick and Beth
Rated: G
Spring Cleaning
With her damp hair clinging to her face, Beth wiped the last glass and set it on the shelf. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork – every single piece of glassware sparkling in place on their spotless shelves. What a chore that was! Beats me why he would want a décor that gathers dust so easily.
Beth turned when she heard the door open and saw Mick step inside. He stopped mid-stride and surveyed the loft. Every available surface seemed to have a damp dish towel spread out on it. He turned to Beth who was standing in the middle of the kitchen, beaming at him.
“Well?” She waved her arm towards the shelves. “What do you think?” She was practically bouncing.
Mick walked towards her slowly taking in the sparkling glasses. “It’s beautiful, Beth. Did you do all this by yourself?”
“Of course I did, silly! It was quite a job, too.” She spread out the last towel and let the water out of the sink. “They were pretty dusty, too. I don’t quite understand why a bachelor would want a display like this that needs to be cleaned all the time.”
He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck. “Because said bachelor isn’t the one who has to wash them.”
She turned in his arms. “What?”
Mick kept his arms around her, pinning hers to her side, just to be safe. “I have someone come once every six months to wash all these glasses for me.” He smiled his best smile as he felt her tense up.
“But they were filthy! When was the last time this person came?” Beth demanded.
“Um, about six months ago. They’re scheduled to come… well…” Mick lowered his voice and his eyes. “Tomorrow.” He peeked up through his long lashes to try and gauge her reaction.
Beth pursed her lips. “I see,” she said coolly. She turned back to the sink and started wiping off the edges. “You could have mentioned it before I did all this work.”
Mick spread his hands open pleading for mercy. “How was I to know you were suddenly going to start spring cleaning today?”
Beth huffed and her shoulders drooped, defeated. “I guess you didn’t. I just wanted to surprise you.”
“And you certainly did! Just ask next time before you start a major project like this, okay?”
Beth smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Okay, I will. Next time.”
Mick looked relieved. “Why don’t you go get a shower and I’ll take you out to Arbor Bistro for dinner. How’s that sound?”
“Wonderful!” Beth turned and headed up the stairs.
Mick moved through the loft trying to find a place to relax that wasn’t covered by dish towels. He had a nagging feeling that something else was amiss in the loft; he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He shrugged it off and went to his library alcove, chuckling as he thought of Beth washing all those glasses by hand. Well, if she was doing that all day, at least she wasn’t messing with any of my other stuff.
He reached for a book and froze. Staring open mouthed at his bookshelf, he suddenly realized what that nagging feeling was all about. All of his books, whose haphazard appearance belied his own precise organizational system, had been moved. Not only were all the spines now tilted in the same direction, they were arranged by size and… by color.
“BETH!!!”
The End
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters.
Pairing: Mick and Beth
Rated: G
Spring Cleaning
With her damp hair clinging to her face, Beth wiped the last glass and set it on the shelf. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork – every single piece of glassware sparkling in place on their spotless shelves. What a chore that was! Beats me why he would want a décor that gathers dust so easily.
Beth turned when she heard the door open and saw Mick step inside. He stopped mid-stride and surveyed the loft. Every available surface seemed to have a damp dish towel spread out on it. He turned to Beth who was standing in the middle of the kitchen, beaming at him.
“Well?” She waved her arm towards the shelves. “What do you think?” She was practically bouncing.
Mick walked towards her slowly taking in the sparkling glasses. “It’s beautiful, Beth. Did you do all this by yourself?”
“Of course I did, silly! It was quite a job, too.” She spread out the last towel and let the water out of the sink. “They were pretty dusty, too. I don’t quite understand why a bachelor would want a display like this that needs to be cleaned all the time.”
He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck. “Because said bachelor isn’t the one who has to wash them.”
She turned in his arms. “What?”
Mick kept his arms around her, pinning hers to her side, just to be safe. “I have someone come once every six months to wash all these glasses for me.” He smiled his best smile as he felt her tense up.
“But they were filthy! When was the last time this person came?” Beth demanded.
“Um, about six months ago. They’re scheduled to come… well…” Mick lowered his voice and his eyes. “Tomorrow.” He peeked up through his long lashes to try and gauge her reaction.
Beth pursed her lips. “I see,” she said coolly. She turned back to the sink and started wiping off the edges. “You could have mentioned it before I did all this work.”
Mick spread his hands open pleading for mercy. “How was I to know you were suddenly going to start spring cleaning today?”
Beth huffed and her shoulders drooped, defeated. “I guess you didn’t. I just wanted to surprise you.”
“And you certainly did! Just ask next time before you start a major project like this, okay?”
Beth smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Okay, I will. Next time.”
Mick looked relieved. “Why don’t you go get a shower and I’ll take you out to Arbor Bistro for dinner. How’s that sound?”
“Wonderful!” Beth turned and headed up the stairs.
Mick moved through the loft trying to find a place to relax that wasn’t covered by dish towels. He had a nagging feeling that something else was amiss in the loft; he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He shrugged it off and went to his library alcove, chuckling as he thought of Beth washing all those glasses by hand. Well, if she was doing that all day, at least she wasn’t messing with any of my other stuff.
He reached for a book and froze. Staring open mouthed at his bookshelf, he suddenly realized what that nagging feeling was all about. All of his books, whose haphazard appearance belied his own precise organizational system, had been moved. Not only were all the spines now tilted in the same direction, they were arranged by size and… by color.
“BETH!!!”
The End
Adorable.
