Red Queen One-Shots

Remember That You're Mine

More Fade smut

Warning 1: Smut

Warning 2: Imagine Shade is still alive AU. Don't be shocked when you realize this will never be canon.

Time: December 320 (fyi: Shade teleported 50 cm to the left during the prison break and Mare was never captured.)

Enjoy!~

It was a glorious feeling to wake up without feeling sick for the first time in weeks. Stranger it was to see the simple white walls of the Tuck barrack. It took Farley longer than she would've assumed to get used to it again after the two months she'd lived with Shade, Mare, Kilorn, Cal and their Newblood recruits at the Notch. Its caves were, compared to austere Tuck, dimly lit, rarely tidy and as crooked as the mountains around them. But it had been cozy there, a kind of home. For her, Shade was the reason for this, he and the love and the passion they'd found with each other. She tried to remember all of those trysts, most of all the earliest ones before the Notch - those which led to their current situation.

This morning, Shade had not slept beside her. He'd returned from a task late yesterday, hugged her and dashed off again. She had been too tired to wonder about it.

The explanation for his absence was written on his back, for everyone to see as he arrived to the debriefing Farley was holding with Ada, Kilorn and Mare. They had been on the same mission as him. Before the good mornings were out, before she could berate him for coming late, Shade walked up to her, took her pen and started to write on the whiteboard behind her.

No one looked at what he was writing on the board. All eyes were focused on what was written on the back of his T-shirt.

This ass belongs to Diana Farley.

Apparently, he had done this himself, painted the white shirt with red and black slashes, slanted but legible.

A white noise ringed in Farley's ears, muting the sounds around her, and the only thought she could make was, well, it's a very nice ass. And nice shoulders, and a pretty back in general, and - stop it!

She didn't want to know how much she was blushing. She glared at the others giggling at the sight, Ada sipping form her cup, Mare amused but even more surprised than Farley, and Kilorn looking like he won some bet. He was probably in on the joke.

Well, she would shut them up soon enough. At first, she'd ignore the stupid thing. She turned to Shade again. "Barrow, what is it you're writing?" she barked. "Can you explain ... ," she stopped as Shade winked at her while writing, "The confession of Shade Barrow - Captain Farley and I ...," on the board. "I hope you like it," he whispered. "Just for you."

"How about you take it off right now?!" she hissed in reply.

He pulled back for the board and laid a hand on his chest. "This early in the morning, Captain? But why not," he inclined his head, "as you wish." And then he made a show of removing the shirt, slowly, while she stood frozen in front of him and Mare started to gasp and Ada seemed to choke on her tea.

Kilorn was about to speak up when Farley exclaimed, "Enough!" She grabbed Shade's wrist, took hold of the shirt in his other hand and began to drag him along.

"Dee, what is it...?" He never used the nickname in public, he was truly flabbergasted

"You come with me now," she answered, "and tell me exactly what you've done yesterday as you seem have made many experiences."

Chairs moved when they reached the door. "Didn't we have a plan for today, Farley? To do something?" Ada asked.

"Oh yes, we all have" she said." You know the schedule the best, Wallace, until later."