Ficlet: Universal Constant
Okay, I apparently can has cuddlefic! Sweet!
No, I did not rip off primsong 's "Snowbound"... not intentionally, anyway. (Though I doubt I'll ever write a cuddlefluff that doesn't show your influence, Prim, nor do I want to. *g*) The original source of this bunny was a discussion question on mfu_canteen awhile back, "what would you do if you were snowed up with one of the guys?" This is my honest answer.
Title: Universal Constant
Summary: What would you do if you were snowed up in a cabin with Illya Kuryakin?
Notes: Gen and G-rated, as usual... hey, it's me. ;-) 200+ words.
“... and so the things they call black holes might really be the visual imprint of starships travelling at lightspeed!”
Illya couldn't help chuckling. “I don't think it would work that way, Sally,” he said mildly, dusting the sawdust off his hands and regarding the roaring fire with a certain amount of pride.
Illya had been snowed up in vacation cabins before. He had even been snowed up in a well-stocked vacation cabin with a pretty young lady before. (Napoleon had been quite jealous.) But he had never in all his life been snowed up with, or indeed encountered, anyone who so thoroughly enjoyed discussing a subject she obviously did not understand at all.
“Why not?” Sally demanded. “Please, Illya... I want to know.”
At least she was curious. That was the most important trait for a good scientist to have. Illya sat down next to her on the sofa, put his feet up on the hassock with hers, and began an explanation of quantum mechanics.
The fire burned low as he warmed to his topic; he told her about general and specific relativity, about subatomic particle physics, about Brownian motion and Schroedinger's cat...
At some point, his arm found its way around her shoulders, and hers around his waist; at some later point, her head came to rest on his shoulder; and when the fire had burned down to embers and Sally was long asleep, Illya laid his cheek against her hair and settled down happily to dream of multidimensional equations.
No, I did not rip off primsong 's "Snowbound"... not intentionally, anyway. (Though I doubt I'll ever write a cuddlefluff that doesn't show your influence, Prim, nor do I want to. *g*) The original source of this bunny was a discussion question on mfu_canteen awhile back, "what would you do if you were snowed up with one of the guys?" This is my honest answer.
Title: Universal Constant
Summary: What would you do if you were snowed up in a cabin with Illya Kuryakin?
Notes: Gen and G-rated, as usual... hey, it's me. ;-) 200+ words.
“... and so the things they call black holes might really be the visual imprint of starships travelling at lightspeed!”
Illya couldn't help chuckling. “I don't think it would work that way, Sally,” he said mildly, dusting the sawdust off his hands and regarding the roaring fire with a certain amount of pride.
Illya had been snowed up in vacation cabins before. He had even been snowed up in a well-stocked vacation cabin with a pretty young lady before. (Napoleon had been quite jealous.) But he had never in all his life been snowed up with, or indeed encountered, anyone who so thoroughly enjoyed discussing a subject she obviously did not understand at all.
“Why not?” Sally demanded. “Please, Illya... I want to know.”
At least she was curious. That was the most important trait for a good scientist to have. Illya sat down next to her on the sofa, put his feet up on the hassock with hers, and began an explanation of quantum mechanics.
The fire burned low as he warmed to his topic; he told her about general and specific relativity, about subatomic particle physics, about Brownian motion and Schroedinger's cat...
At some point, his arm found its way around her shoulders, and hers around his waist; at some later point, her head came to rest on his shoulder; and when the fire had burned down to embers and Sally was long asleep, Illya laid his cheek against her hair and settled down happily to dream of multidimensional equations.