Fedyor x Ivan One shots (Shadow And Bone)

The Winter Fete

The desert table was piled high, filled with different types of cakes and sweets, there pretty colours standing out upon the white plates. The guests flitting past the table, grabbing what they wanted before moving back into the evermoving crowd. 

Fedyor stands stationed at its side, watching the various people passing by, and all the while scanning the crowd for that familiar heartbeat. He would know his husbands heartbeat anywhere, even if the crowd was a million rather than a few hundred like it is today, he could never miss it. 

Then he hears it, faint at first and slowly growing closer, the familiar thrum of his heartbeat, drawing closer and closer, until it sounds as if it is right by him. Fedyor scans the crowd around him, a hopeful look presenting itself across his features. 

"Trust the general to station you here" 

The familiar grumpy voice sounds from directly behind him. Spinning round, Fedyor comes face to face with his husband, almost too close. Ivan's face is mere inches from his as Fedyor grins at him "What do you mean by that Ivan?". Ivan raises his eyebrows a little almost laughing, "Fedyor Kaminsky, If I have learned anything from marrying you, its that you always are stationed by the food, saints forbid you haven't eaten it all by the time the guests arrive." 

This remark earns him a hard smack on the arm by Fedyor "Trust you to find me here" he states with a laugh. This causes Ivan to give a rare smile "I can always locate you by your heartbeat my love" he states stealing a quick kiss from Fedyor, before glancing round at the packed hallway.

"Couldn't last five minutes without me then" Fedyor remarks back as he locks his hand round Ivan's wrist, pulling him away from the window and closer to the table of deserts. "Come on you gotta try these!" he exclaims, stopping dead in front of a tray of brightly coloured pink sweets.

 "I'm not eating that" Ivan states, so beginning Ivan's "I will not eat that" game, which Fedyor somehow always ended up winning. He always made it crystal clear, how much he hated oddly coloured food, said it looked as though it had been tampered with, "Normal food shouldn't be that colour" he would remind Fedyor on a almost daily basis. 

"Come on Ivan" Fedyor pleads giving him the grin that almost always wins him over, picking up one of the brightly liquored sweets as he does so. A small almost smile twitches at the edge of Ivan's lips, but still he shakes his head in a defiant manner, "I will not eat that" he states yet again.

 Fedyor simply grins more at this, bringing the sweet up holding it to Ivan's lips, in an attempt to convince him to taste it. A proper smile curves onto Ivan's face now, now obviously fighting back the urge to laugh. But yet again, he shakes his head gently pushing fedyors hand away, with a small chuckle "no stop it Fedyor" before he turns away from his husband.

Fedyor watches Ivan for a moment, before moving round so he is facing him, hand darting out and taking hold of Ivan's jaw. Holding it open popping the sweet into his mouth, so It that he is forced to take a bite out of it, before Fedyor pops the rest into his own mouth. 

Ivan gives a small shiver, causing Fedyor to bite back a laugh. "ugh, too sweet" Ivan states shaking his head a little "No I don't like it". This makes Fedyor unable to hold back his laugh, letting out a sharp bark of it. He knows Ivan well enough to know when he is lying. 

Grinning he places a hand on Ivan's cheek, wiping a little of the sweet from the side of his mouth. "You like it don't you" he voices. Ivan shakes his head "No too sweet" but Fedyor just laughs "You do"

"No I don't". "Yes You do". "Fedyor I don't" . "you do you like it, admit it". "Its too sweet" "I disagree"

This goes back and forth, until both are laughing too hard to speak. Ivan rests his head against Fedyors laughing softly "Alright you win, I like it okay, happy now?" Fedyor grins happily back at him, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips in answer.

 Ivan smiles into the kiss, only pulling away when a grumpy voice sounds from beside them. "You know your blocking the table" Causing them both to turn round, spotting a grumpy looking Zoya standing there, hands on her hips, and a fierce scowl playing upon her features. 

"Move" she snarls, causing Ivan to take hold of fedyors hand, a smile playing on both there lips as he pulls Fedyor away from the table. Linking his arm with his husbands, as they move down the corridor, moving between the tables, sampling the different foods that have been Layed out.

 "You think anyone will miss us if we leave, go for a walk?" Ivan voices glancing to Fedyor, who smiles at this looking up too his husband, "I don't see why they would" he teases a little. Grabbing fedyors arm and starting to navigate him through the crowd, which seems to be surprisingly easy with a foreboding looking heartrender on his arm. 

No one seems to want to stop to chat with them both, making a easy way to the door. They both exchange a small smile, before glancing back to check no one is watching them, and slipping out of the door.