On these Boards awhile ago, there was a request for Birthday fic from someone named Vickie who was using an avatar of a rose. Roses reminded me of a fic I'd written back when it seemed Lois and Clark would never get together. After lo, these many years, and a rewriting, tweaked to mention Vickie, here it is-happy belated birthday, Vickie, from another FoLC.
Visitors for Vickie
TOC "Oh, Bill," his mate trilled, "what beautiful roses!"
Bill preened happily. "All for you, lovely."
"Oh, Bill!" She perched beside him on the low wall that protected the villa's small garden from the steep drop to the valley. Before them on the patio's red tiles, several tall bright blue vases held quantities of deep yellow roses. Suddenly, a low happy laugh drifted from the open door of the kitchen.
Bill glanced into the shadowy room. The central island counter was littered with lunch ingredients, all fresh from the market. In a light coat of olive oil, the half-dressed salad glistened under an erect bottle of exotic vinegar. A long hot loaf pushed against a round ripe cheese.
From beyond the counter, interesting little cries and gasps peaked, gradually calmed and were followed by amused chuckle.
"What was that all that about, Lois?"
"There's food and roses!" The female voice was sultry, soft with satisfaction, edged with exploration. "Fabulously scented roses, what did you think would happen?"
"I did hope," came a nuzzling voice, "for something like this."
"Clark?"
"Mmm?"
"How do you do this hovering so that we're hidden behind the tablecounter? Would I hit the floor if you were on top?"
"Like this?" The deep voice laughed as a soft whooshing sough rose from the little space between the island and the huge range. "So? Are you on the floor?"
"No," a cunning spoke within the gigglenote of cunning colored the laughing voice, "and now you can check on that lady with the spy glass across the valley. Is she still watching our place?"
A dark tousled head rose above the level of the counter until a pair of bright brown eyes appeared. They checked the windows of the village on the opposite hill, then swept to end of the valley to scan boats barely visible on the Mediterranean Sea. Finally, the eyes came to rest on the couple perched outside the kitchen.
"We still have watchers," he reported with a sly wink at the pair frozen in surprise.
"We'll just have to keep ourselves busy down here for awhile longer." A feminine hand reached up and dragged down the head. "Mmm! "
Beside Bill, his mate stumbled. Poor little sweet, she was so easily embarrassed! Floundering, she tumbled backwards off the wall. Fortunately, another villa was not too far down the cliff. She came to rest in some bushes by a slate patio.
With great concern, Bill followed his love down the sheer crag. Before he could pour out his panic, a woman stepped out of this villa to greet the pair.
"Good morning!" she smiled, approvingly. "How kind of you to visit Vickie's villa!"
The couple bobbed a startled morning wish to their gracious hostess, but cuddled close together comforting each other. To calm his darling, Bill pointed out a tall white bud vase with a single rose, its pale petals each edged in deep pink.
"How sweet!" Vickie smiled. "You bill and coo just like Lois and Clark back in Metropolis, or wherever they've gone for their honeymoon!"
"She knows our names, Coo," Bill murmured to his love, rubbing her neck seductively.
"But Bill," Coo cooed back, bobbing her head in delight, "if we're like Lois and Clark, should we mate behind her counter?"
Bill considered this for a moment, but his own preferences won. "No, no, in the sky above the cliff-like Lois and Clark did in the darkness before the dawn, don't you think?"
"Oh, Bill," Coo tittered, taking to the air, "you are such a romantic."
"Come see these beautiful white doves with the wonderful fan tails!" Vickie called into the villa. "You just
have to see them fly together!"
claire
