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crossover_chick-VM: Trumps all, huh?-
Well, today IS the day I picked to be their wedding date. Naturally they ought to claim it as their own. So, let's have some fic and finish up a certain mini-verse while we're at it. I'm sure you all remember the Anna Lived-verse, right? If you don't, here's a refresher course:
Lesson One: Falling For You
Lesson Two: Dress You Up
Lesson Three: Ballroom Blitz
Lesson Four: It's A Love Story
Lesson Five: Crazy For You
Lesson Six: Pyromania
And now, finally, Lesson Seven:
13. Heels – It Starts At My Toes. . .
“Ugh. This is why I hate dancing in high-heeled shoes. My feet feel like huge knots.”
Alice plopped down on the bed, wincing as she pulled her heels off. “They let you men wear comfortable shoes,” she continued, looking up at Victor. “Why not us women?”
“I wouldn’t know, Alice,” Victor said, shrugging and fiddling a little with his tie. “Women’s fashion is beyond me.” He sat down beside her, glancing down at her feet, then back up at her with an encouraging smile. “Would you like a foot rub?”
“That would be fantastic, thank you,” Alice said gratefully, swinging a foot into his lap. Victor began gently kneading it. “Mmm, that feels better already.”
“Good.” Victor looked down at the discarded heels. “The only reason I can think of for forcing you to wear such things is because they’re pretty,” he added, massaging her toes.
“Hmmm. They may be pretty, but I’ll take my plain yet practical boots over them any day. I felt like I was about to trip half the night.”
“Really?”
“Really! Didn’t you notice me stumble during the first quadrille?”
“Was that before or after I stepped on His Lordship’s toes?”
Alice snorted. “All right, perhaps you didn’t notice.” She sighed happily as Victor ran his thumb in circles over her sole. “Oh, that’s wonderful. You’ve convinced me that all young men should learn piano. You end up with such talented fingers.”
“This doesn’t really take any talent,” Victor said modestly, bending down to retrieve her other foot. Then he grinned and impulsively laid a kiss on it. “What I might do later, however. . . .”
“Oh?” Alice leaned forward, smirking. “I’ve been a bad influence on you, haven’t I?”
“The worst,” Victor agreed cheerfully. Then he leaned in and kissed her. “And the best.”
-TTV: . . . I'm trying not to think about how sweaty her foot must have been.-
Blah, me too. Anyway, this actually didn't start out as a Anna-Lived fic. I wrote it as a general Victor/Alice piece. I think I was going to originally make it Solicitor's Ward-verse, but then decided to branch out. The most I knew about this piece was that it was one of those verses where Victor and Alice divide their time between Wonderland and Outerland. It hit me later, as I was gathering together the other AL-verse stories, that that's pretty much the situation that Victor and Alice end up in. So I threw it in there.
-MF: Hooray for finding orphaned stories a home?-
Heh, precisely. This would be set a couple of years after they defuse the situation with the King and get married. I've got this idea that Victor's got some sort of entomology job, and they live in a little house not too far from Alice's aunt and uncle. Since they're still part of regular society, they still attend ordinary balls, and thus situations like this occur.
More trivia: Alice's complaint about her feet feeling like huge knots is based on something I found out about high heels when I wore them with a Halloween costume -- they really start to HURT after a while. My feet didn't uncramp for the rest of the day. I have no idea which Lordship got his toes stepped on by Victor -- but you're welcome to imagine Finis Everglot there, for irony. And the mention of Victor having talented fingers is -- well, let's just say I mentioned his piano-playing skills on TV Tropes's Fetish Fuel page. . . .
-TTV: *glares*-
Come on, it's an asset!
Anyway, not much to say except, you know, they flirt constantly. Sue them, they're in love. As for the title, it's from another Colbie Caillat song, Bubbly. I just think it's rather sweet, and it DOES remind me of Victor and Alice, so why not?
Almost done with this set of prompts. I'm gonna have to find another table.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
25_foods looks promising. . . .
-VD2: Write some more Drabbles88 first! We don't mind if they're from the "80s Victor" reality.-
*snork* I'll see what I can do.
Well, today IS the day I picked to be their wedding date. Naturally they ought to claim it as their own. So, let's have some fic and finish up a certain mini-verse while we're at it. I'm sure you all remember the Anna Lived-verse, right? If you don't, here's a refresher course:
Lesson One: Falling For You
Lesson Two: Dress You Up
Lesson Three: Ballroom Blitz
Lesson Four: It's A Love Story
Lesson Five: Crazy For You
Lesson Six: Pyromania
And now, finally, Lesson Seven:
13. Heels – It Starts At My Toes. . .
“Ugh. This is why I hate dancing in high-heeled shoes. My feet feel like huge knots.”
Alice plopped down on the bed, wincing as she pulled her heels off. “They let you men wear comfortable shoes,” she continued, looking up at Victor. “Why not us women?”
“I wouldn’t know, Alice,” Victor said, shrugging and fiddling a little with his tie. “Women’s fashion is beyond me.” He sat down beside her, glancing down at her feet, then back up at her with an encouraging smile. “Would you like a foot rub?”
“That would be fantastic, thank you,” Alice said gratefully, swinging a foot into his lap. Victor began gently kneading it. “Mmm, that feels better already.”
“Good.” Victor looked down at the discarded heels. “The only reason I can think of for forcing you to wear such things is because they’re pretty,” he added, massaging her toes.
“Hmmm. They may be pretty, but I’ll take my plain yet practical boots over them any day. I felt like I was about to trip half the night.”
“Really?”
“Really! Didn’t you notice me stumble during the first quadrille?”
“Was that before or after I stepped on His Lordship’s toes?”
Alice snorted. “All right, perhaps you didn’t notice.” She sighed happily as Victor ran his thumb in circles over her sole. “Oh, that’s wonderful. You’ve convinced me that all young men should learn piano. You end up with such talented fingers.”
“This doesn’t really take any talent,” Victor said modestly, bending down to retrieve her other foot. Then he grinned and impulsively laid a kiss on it. “What I might do later, however. . . .”
“Oh?” Alice leaned forward, smirking. “I’ve been a bad influence on you, haven’t I?”
“The worst,” Victor agreed cheerfully. Then he leaned in and kissed her. “And the best.”
-TTV: . . . I'm trying not to think about how sweaty her foot must have been.-
Blah, me too. Anyway, this actually didn't start out as a Anna-Lived fic. I wrote it as a general Victor/Alice piece. I think I was going to originally make it Solicitor's Ward-verse, but then decided to branch out. The most I knew about this piece was that it was one of those verses where Victor and Alice divide their time between Wonderland and Outerland. It hit me later, as I was gathering together the other AL-verse stories, that that's pretty much the situation that Victor and Alice end up in. So I threw it in there.
-MF: Hooray for finding orphaned stories a home?-
Heh, precisely. This would be set a couple of years after they defuse the situation with the King and get married. I've got this idea that Victor's got some sort of entomology job, and they live in a little house not too far from Alice's aunt and uncle. Since they're still part of regular society, they still attend ordinary balls, and thus situations like this occur.
More trivia: Alice's complaint about her feet feeling like huge knots is based on something I found out about high heels when I wore them with a Halloween costume -- they really start to HURT after a while. My feet didn't uncramp for the rest of the day. I have no idea which Lordship got his toes stepped on by Victor -- but you're welcome to imagine Finis Everglot there, for irony. And the mention of Victor having talented fingers is -- well, let's just say I mentioned his piano-playing skills on TV Tropes's Fetish Fuel page. . . .
-TTV: *glares*-
Come on, it's an asset!
Anyway, not much to say except, you know, they flirt constantly. Sue them, they're in love. As for the title, it's from another Colbie Caillat song, Bubbly. I just think it's rather sweet, and it DOES remind me of Victor and Alice, so why not?
Almost done with this set of prompts. I'm gonna have to find another table.
25_foods looks promising. . . .-VD2: Write some more Drabbles88 first! We don't mind if they're from the "80s Victor" reality.-
*snork* I'll see what I can do.
