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Whedonist ([personal profile] whedonist) wrote2011-01-07 11:50 pm

Stuff & Nonsense - Ch. 1

Fandom: Nikki & Nora

Pairing: Nikki/Nora

Rating: PG-13 to R (depends on the chapter)

Title: Stuff & Nonsense

Disclaimer: These characters well, Nikki, Nora, Dan, Darius, Georgia, Charlie, Arthur, Bobby and Mrs. Delaney are so not mine (dammit!), but Ann and Jill and other characters not mentioned in the pilot are (Ha!). The ones in the “dammit!” category belong to Nancylee Myatt and other’s I don’t know. Title and inspiration for this piece comes from Missy Higgins’ song, Stuff & Nonsense…

A/N: Stuff! Well, actually it’s been year-end reporting and budgets for the new year being finalized. All boring, but incredibly busy-type work. I was really trying to get this finished up last week and have it out to beta over last weekend…that didn’t happen, but it’s also Nemodoryismyido’s b-day…and I thought it’d be cool to have it up for her b-day…I made it in under the wire…so help me wish her a happy not-too-belated type of b-day and while you’re at it, enjoy the read. Don’t expect a lot of plot progression from this baby, we’re just here for the fluff this time around…oh, and bit of drunken debauchery a little later on ;0)

Ch. 1 – Dilly Dally

I stretch and yawn as the cityscape comes into view. Nora’s behind the wheel of our rental, it’s the day after Christmas and I’m dead tired. But, Nora and I have two weeks, nine days of which will be spent here with Ann and Jill while the others will hopefully involve me, her and our home. Clothes will be optional.

We flew into Arlington a little after three this afternoon. It wasn’t a bad flight, a little under three hours, but the drive to Richmond put us at another two and a half hours. Nora wanted to rent a Ford something or other. I grin looking around the plush leather interior. I was able to talk her into something a little more comfy. The Escalade, very similar to Darius’, fits me nicely and might I add Nora looks good behind the wheel.

“We’re almost there,” she says, looking out of the corner of her eye at me.

I shrug. “That’s nice; do you know where we’re going?” She seems to know her way okay, but it never hurts to ask these things. Nora is many things, but she also hates stopping to ask for directions; which is beyond me, the way I figure it is if your lost it’s better to talk to someone who knows than drive around dumbly.

“Yeah, they’ve lived in the same spot since they moved,” my lover answers smiling. “It’s in this small condo development. Jill wanted the house next to her parents, but that would have added another thirty minutes to Ann’s commute into Quantico.”

She signals and merges off the I-195. Turning right at the off ramp, she weaves her way through the city’s downtown area with ease. “Wait, Quantico was two hours behind us…” I trail off. Who would commute two hours one-way to work?

Nora shrugs at this. “They wanted to be around Jill’s parents, who I haven’t met, but Ann says that’ll change today. They got this place as a compromise ‘cause it’s close enough to the highway and Jill can still get to her mom’s with relative ease.”

“How often do you come up here?” I wonder. I know that right before we were partnered she was on vacation, but I never really did bother to find out where.

“Once a year, sometimes twice, but last year,” she says this smiling at me, “was pretty busy what with the new partner and all.” She winks at me and I smile. I reach over and grab the hand that’s resting on the center console and lace our fingers together.

The skyscrapers begin to recede in the mirror and Nora turns onto a small residential side street. Three and four story buildings line up next to one another on the narrow street. Nora does her best and finds a parking place that doesn’t require a small miracle to squeeze this behemoth into.

The afternoon sun is a disarming piece of false advertising. We step out of the SUV and the cold hits us both. It’s really not the warmest out. “Thank you,” I tell Nora as we round the back to grab our bags.

Her eyebrows knit together and I explain, “For talking me into bringing the heavier jacket. It’s cold.”

“Yeah, farther north, colder climate.” She smirks and I roll my eyes.

She hands me the two smaller bags and takes the one large suitcase and my garment bag. I sigh and follow her down a sidewalk. I beat her to the lobby door and stick my tongue out at her annoyed look as I hold the front door open. If she’s gonna be pig-headed about carrying the luggage the least I can do is grab a few doors.

The lobby is non-descript, clean with a bank of mailboxes off to our left. We take the elevator up to the fourth floor and the hallway has two doors one on the right and on the left, directly across from each other. Nora doesn’t bother knocking on the door to her left, but instead, turns the knob to push it open.

“Ann! Jill!” she calls out.

A squeal is given right before we hear someone come running along the hardwood floors. Jill rounds the corner and enters the foyer. I barely have time to register her once again leaping on to my girlfriend and planting a hard closed mouth kiss on stunned lips. The first time I saw this I was jealous. This time is no different.

I cough loudly and Jill drops to the floor, grinning madly. I’m about to say hello when she attacks me in turn. I don’t get a kiss, but I am on the receiving end of a bone crushing hug. I grunt and Jill giggles.

“Baby, please don’t assault our guests,” Ann says dryly from behind Jill.

Her wife lets me go and I suck in a breath. That girl is a bundle full of odd enthusiasm. “Hi Jill,” I say while giving Ann a wave.

The agent winks at me and pushes off against the wall. “She didn’t break anything did she?”

“No,” I say as Jill grabs one of the bags on my shoulder and the sleeve of my jacket.

Ann and Nora get their hugs in while we’re dragged from the foyer to a large open living room. The walls are an off white, the decoration is minimal. A few prints here and there with photographs of people I can’t see along the entertainment center, end tables and a few hung between the paintings.

The furniture is oak and a light brown leather. It’s clean. That’s the biggest thing I get from the space. I’m not sure whose doing that is. My guess is Ann. I’ve seen Jill in action and while she isn’t messy, she isn’t the most spotless person around.

Jill leads me along the apartment, showing me where the two spare bathrooms are, the guest bedroom and the office. There are two doors left along the hallway right off the living room. She points to the second to last door and says, “This is our bedroom.”

She pushes the door open and clothes pockmark the floor, chair and bed. Grinning a little sheepish, she informs, “I was having a hard time finding something to wear.”

The space is much more what I would have expected from the ladies I’ve come to know. It feels far more lived in than anything else.

“And,” she leads me away to the last door, “this is Nora’s and your room.” The room is very similar to Nora’s old bedroom at her apartment. It’s large and comfortable. It even smells a bit like her which is surprising. “Nora can show you where everything goes.” She puts the bag down on the bed and I follow suit.

“Tell me you guys at least changed the sheets from my last visit?” Nora chides as she wheels the rest of our luggage into our room.

“Uh, duh,” Ann snarks. She comes in and drops down on the bed while I lean against the dresser. Jill takes a seat in her wife’s lap and Nora drops everything by the reading chair next to the bed.

“Hey,” my girl says holding up her now free hands, “I was just askin’. I know neither of you are gonna make Martha Stewart or June Cleaver proud.”

“Hey!” chorus the married couple.

“And I’d lay into you for that Nora Marie,” Ann laughs, “but we need to get you two quickly settled and then off to Jill’s parents. They’re expecting all of us for a belated Christmas Dinner in less than an hour.”

“We’ll leave you two to get settled,” Jill chirps, bouncing on the balls of her feet. At the twin looks of confusion from Nora and Ann, Jill must read them right ‘cause she stops bouncing and sighs, “I’m just excited. Nora’s here. She’s gonna meet my mom and dad and she’s finally brought someone with her!”

Ann rolls her eyes, offers a look of apology to her friend and drags her wife out the door. “Be ready in ten. No hanky panky, Delaney. Hands above the waist, Beaumont!” and with that she and Jill shut the door, leaving me with an amused blonde.

“I have no idea,” Nora says.

Laughing, I walk over to her and gather her in my arms. “It’s all right, sugga. They’re happy you’re here.” I peck the tip of her nose and then her lips. Her hands begin wandering a little lower and I let them. Ann only told me to keep my hands above the waist. “I’m also happy that you’re here. With me,” I purr.

She mumbles, “Hmm, funny how it seems to be working out.”



Snow dusts the sides of the small barely two lane country road we’re on. One minute we were in Richmond and the next thing I notice is a narrow road that Jill directs me on from the passenger seat.

“The road is going to Y as you come around the bend, veer left,” she says, pointing to the split just as we come out of the turn.

Signaling quickly, I follow her directions down another smaller road that may or may not be two lanes. The houses along this road are further apart than most, each home sits on at least an acre. No fences, no walls or barriers keeping the houses separated. It looks nice.

“See the black and gold mailbox on the left,” Jill points about fifty yards ahead, “Go ahead and pull into the driveway.” She semi-bounces in her seat. I’ve not seen her this excited for some time. In fact, the last time I saw her like this was when I met them in Myrtle Beach for a sorely needed vacation a few years back.

“Ann, you give her anything today?” I wonder aloud.

“She only took one hit off that pipe this morning,” Ann answers blandly. “Jill you crack out some more when I went for my run?”

“Both of you can bite me. Can’t I be excited that it’s Christmas and I’m going to have everyone together for the first time?”

My right eyebrow rises and I notice Nikki grinning next to Ann in the backseat. I turn left and stop behind a small royal blue Ford Ranger. There are only two other cars in the driveway, an older model Chevy Cavalier and Lee’s cherry red 1970 Chevelle SS396 Coupe. I pull in next to Lee’s car and appreciate the vehicle. I’m not much for sports, I’m not much for music or movies, but good God, I can’t help appreciate a good older car. They don’t make them like that anymore. Last time I visited, Lee and I talked cars for the better portion of the evening we spent at their favorite bar.

Jill hops out of the car as soon as it’s in park while the rest of us follow shortly. Gathering the presents that Nikki and I brought while Ann gathers the things they brought we head for the side door of an enclosed back patio. Jill kicks off her shoes and directs, “Come on, mom hates when we track in mud and stuff. Here,” she takes the bags from my hands while I take my shoes off.

“Jillian Leigh?” a voice calls from behind the door leading into the house.

“Yeah,” Jill hollars back.

The door opens and Lee’s standing there in the most ridiculous sweater I’ve ever seen. It’s a blue turtleneck with a cycling Santa holding onto a sack of presents while listening to a Walkman. I want to scratch my head and try to figure out when I’ve seen something that God awful looking.

“Lee,” Ann says, “Just so we’re all clear, tomorrow I’m coming over and burning that thing.”

Lee just grins at his friends. A beer is in his hand and he looks over at Nikki. “You must be the woman I’ve heard so much about?” He holds out his other hand and Nikki shakes it. “Lee Sherman. The uh, Larry to Ann and Jill’s Moe and Curly.”

Laughing, Nikki bobs her head. “Nikki Beaumont. Nice to meet you. The girls have talked some about you too.”

“Lee, really, can I discuss that sweater for a second?” Jill asks, her head hanging in her hands.

“Not open for discussion, one of my students got it for me. Suck it up.” He winks at me and says, “Nora, it’s good to see you again. Why don’t you guys come in or Linda’s going to yell at me and I dread that worse than pretty much anything else.”

We all file through and enter the kitchen. It’s warm and smells of ham with all the trimmings. It’s done in a country kitchen style with apples and pies and red, white and blue. I look at Jill. I look back at the kitchen. The two things do not compute. I mean Jill’s a lot of things. She’s great at a lot of things, but my mind can’t really comprehend the woman I’ve come to see as family being raised in this place.

“Jelly Bells,” I hear a man’s voice call from the hallway off to the kitchen, “Who did you bring with you?” A tall lanky brown haired man comes around the corner and stops short. His smile is wide and I can see in Jill the bits of her father. Both with high foreheads, Roman sloped noses and the same color eyes.

“Hi, Dad.” Jill steps over and gives her father a hug, “Where’s mom?”

“Setting up the dining room. Why don’t you introduce your friends.” He lets his daughter go then shakes Ann’s hand.

“This is Nora,” Jill says, pointing to me and then at my partner, “and her partner Nikki. Nora’s one of our oldest friends from New Orleans.”

His eyes light up in recognition and he walks over his hand sticking out. I give it a shake and he says, “Nice to meet you, I’m John. These three have said a lot about you.” Turning to Nikki he gives, “Not so much about you, but my Jill seems to think the world of you.”

Nikki takes the hand graciously and we all follow the patriarch of the house down a short hallway to the living room and into the dining room. I try and manage the layout of the house. The kitchen’s in the back down the hall and into the living room, where the front door is located and then the dining room with another small hallway off to the side with three doors.

“The house ain’t all that big,” John offers, “two bedrooms and a bathroom down the hallway there. Linda, the rest of the kids have arrived.”

A woman similar to what I would think an older Jill would look like looks up from the table she was setting and smiles. Then there’s a squeal, eerily similar to Jill’s that her mother let’s out as she rounds the table.

Before I know what hits me, I’m wrapped up in a hug that I think could put Andre the Giant to sleep. I get rocked from side to side as Linda gushes, “Oh my, you must be Nora, Ann and Jill have shown me pictures. It’s so good to finally get to meet you!”

My back is as stiff as a board, my hands are balled at my sides and the woman pays no attention to any of it.

Just as quickly as I was smothered, I’m let go, she grabs Nikki and gathers her in her arms. Linda gives another small squeal and gushes more.

“Mom, seriously,” Jill groans from Ann’s side where her head’s buried.

The rest of us laugh as the two women let go of each other. Nikki’s look is one of shock and amusement. “I like you,” she states to Linda letting the older woman swing an arm across her shoulders.

“I’m just so happy to finally meet you all. Jilly talks about you, Nora, and Ann, too. Nikki’s new to their stories, but it’s good to meet you too,” Linda gives my girl a squeeze and then drops her arm. “Now, dinner will be ready shortly. Dad why don’t you take them in the living room. Entertain while I finish up. Ann, I’ll need you.” She hooks her arm through Ann’s and they start to head off towards the kitchen.

“Hey!” Jill whines, “I can help out in the kitchen.”

Linda shakes her head as she turns back to her daughter. “Jilly, I love you, but my dear sweet child, you doing anything in my kitchen, but eating, is a disaster in the making.” She pats Ann’s hand and says, “Annie’ll help me.”

I cover the smirk with my hand as the two women head to the kitchen and Jill shuffles into the living room. It’s going to be an interesting night.



The dining room table had been cleared an hour ago. Nora, Ann, Jill, Lee, Linda and I are sitting around the kitchen table embroiled in a very serious game of Contract Rummy. Now, if you had asked me an hour ago if I had thought a game of Rummy, of any sort, could have been one of the most amusing games to play, I would have looked at you a tad funny and called you “touched”. Now, after the past half hour with Lee and Ann trading barbs and Linda and Nora in cahoots feeding each other cards, I know I would have been wrong.

And since my lovely partner has decided to take sides with the elder of the group, Jill and I have decided to form our own alliance and take the whole lot of them down.

“Nik, I need a six of hearts to go down and out,” my partner this evening leans over and whispers in my ear.

This does not go unnoticed by Lee as his eyes narrow from across the table. “Hey, hey. No whispering over there,” he says while waggling a finger between the two of us. “Jillian Leigh I know you too well.”

Jill manages a very convincing look of innocence and bats her eyes at the man across from us. “Lee, I was just asking Nikki here when she was going to let Nora take my mom out on a date.”

The two women in question look our way, eyes wide. I bite my lower lip and suppress the snicker.

“Jilly,” her mother’s tone is one of warning.

“Well, mom, you two just seem so cozy.” The model for additional teasing sticks her tongue out at the two as Nora rolls her eyes.

“I can’t believe you had to raise her,” Nora commiserates with Linda.

The mother pats Nora’s arm and sighs. “It was a trial. Thank God for Lee and Ann. They seemed to keep her under control during the formative years.”

I raise an eyebrow and Ann snorts.

“Linda, I’m not sure if you’ve paid attention the last thirty years or so, but you can’t really keep Jill in line.” Ann says a wink in her wife’s direction before adding, “Of course, having a shiny object around or two doesn’t hurt to keep her occupied.”

The table busts up, even Jill who nods in agreement. “It’s not my fault,” she says, “I like shiny things. And if we want to talk occupied Annie, I can share with the group just what keeps you entertained.”

Lee groans and Linda cuts her daughter off at the knees, “Now, listen here, I will not have that kind of talk at my table. I’ve walked in on you and Ann enough to be scared for life. I don’t need to hear about it.”

Lee snickers, “You? I’ve got into the habit walking into a room they’re supposed to be in with my eyes closed just in case.”

Ann punches him on the arm and scoffs. “Right, like I haven’t walked in on you when you were with one of the string of girls that seem to revolve in and out of your apartment.”

“Ann,” Lee whines, “You make me sound like a womanizer. It’s not womanizing if the women involved understand that I’m not looking to shack up just hook up.” He turns his attention to me and Nora, “Help me out here ladies?”

Nora sends a look my way. She’s heard about some of my past. Not a lot and I’m not willing to share much. Not that I’m ashamed, but it also wasn’t a highlight for me as a human being. “Well,” I manage to think of something that won’t be too crass, “if both parties are aware of the circumstances going in and no expectations have been set up then, two consenting adults should be allowed to do what they wish.”

“Speaking of, what are the plans for your vacation Nikki? Nora?” Linda changes the topic like a pro and it takes Nora a second to switch gears.

It’s Jill that steps in, thankfully, because I have no idea what we’re going to do here. I was content in letting Nora steer this ship. “I have their stay all planned. Kind of. Lee is going to pick up Vanessa tomorrow. Then there’s this show on Friday night that I was going to take them to…”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Ann butts in, “I have that thing with John and you said you’d go.”

Jill’s face falls. “Annie it’s the memorial show that Justin’s doing for Joe Strummer. I already said I’d be there.”

Ann shakes her head and I look at Nora. Her shoulder raises a little in response to my look. “Well, why don’t we do this,” I try, “Ann, why don’t I go with you, a club show isn’t really my style. Nora can go with Jill. We can swap for the night?” I wink at her and Ann blushes ever so slightly, tinting in a similar fashion to Nora.

“That’s a great idea!” Jill squeals and slings her arm around my shoulders.

“Now, wait,” Nora says shooting me a look. I frown because I had thought that was what she was going to suggest. “What if I want to go to this thing with John and Ann?”

Shaking my head, I answer, “Because you, sugga, have already spent time with Ann and her boss. I haven’t. It’ll give me a chance to have some alone time with Ann and you can go to the club, because you will have more fun with Jill.”

Jill nods and Ann rolls her eyes.

“So this mean we’re still on for Friday?” Lee’s scratching his chin looking a little lost.

“It does,” Ann concedes. “Nik, it’s dress up. So…”

“I’ve brought plenty of things to wear,” I say smiling. “Now, that we have that settled, back to the game. I plan on whooping the rest of you in a few short minutes.”

I pick up my cards and the group chatters for a second as they reorganize their cards. I watch as Nora picks up from the stack in the middle of the table and quickly discards a Jack of Clubs. It was what I needed.

I smile, just a quick upturn of my lips towards Nora. Contract Rummy isn’t too complicated, moderate for most card players. Considering we’re in our sixth hand of a seven hand game. That Jack will not only let me lay down the two runs, which are four sequential cards in the same suit and the one set or three of a kind if you prefer, while allowing me to slip Jill the card that she needs to go down while leaving me with no discard.

If I’ve kept track well enough, that’ll put Jill and I neck and neck for the winning spot, provided the seventh hand which is a three run and out hand, goes our way. Jill’s promised to take me shopping in D.C. if either of us wins.

“You gonna pick up, Nik or just look at your hand,” Ann asks off to my left.

I lick my lips and smile at her. Plucking the Jack from the discard stack, I slip it in to my hand between the Ten and Queen then manage to pass the six Jill needed to her under the table. “Hold those breeches sugga. I’m thinkin’.”

Jill barely restrains the snicker as I lay down the two runs and the set. I raise my hands and wiggle my fingers. “You were saying, Annie?” I tilt my head to the side and wiggle my eyebrows.

She rolls her eyes.

“Thank you, Nikki,” Jill says as she picks up a card off the stack. I watch as she lays down her hand and tosses her last card on to the discard pile. “I think that calls the hand,” she teases the rest of the table.

A collective groan is heard around the room. I feel Nora’s eyes on me and I look to her. Her left eyebrow is raised in question. I only smile and start to add up the points on the table.

It’s going to be a fun trip.



Slick with lavender scented baby oil my hands slide down Nikki’s back. I take a moment to knead a missed knot of muscle as she groans underneath me. Thankfully, Jill seems to be enjoying the television in their bedroom next door so Nikki’s moan is at least only audible to the two of us. We got back from Jill’s parents’ house a while ago and after Nikki and I begged off another episode of one of Jill’s many favorite T.V. shows, I decided that Nikki deserved a little TLC.

She managed to organize the trip, grab airfare, line up Darius to take care of Mister while we’re gone and finished off both stacks of reports on our desks yesterday before our vacation started. I figure I owe her one. Besides, it’s not like I’m losing out on this rub down either. She’s naked from the waist up under me as I straddle her rear end.

It’s not an entirely altruistic gesture on my part.

My hands go back up and I press a little lighter the knots that were peppering her back gone. I slide hands up over her shoulders to her biceps and back down. My lover begins a deep throated hum. Nearly putty in my hands, I lean down and whisper, “So what did Jill promise you?”

The moaning stops as my words tickle over her right ear. “Hmm?” she mumbles.

“To win the game. You helped her. What did Jill promise you?” I ask again. Like she didn’t know I knew what was going on at that dinner table. I know Jill. She hates to lose. Her competitive streak is only thinly masked under the air of indifference she likes to project to the outside world. If you take the time and get to know the woman, you’ll see it. She’s a fighter. She hates losing and she most certainly hates losing to Ann.

While Jill and Ann lived in New Orleans, we would stay in some nights and play board games, cards or whatever was entertaining for the evening and for a few months, the two women were engaged in a very fierce competition of, all things, beer pong. Those nights were extremely entertaining for those witnessing the exchange between the two lovers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nikki lies.

“Hmmm,” I grumble and press into her slick back. I discarded most of my clothes when we closed the bedroom door. The tank top I have on sticks to her and I press my panty clad hips against her backside a little harder grinding her down into the mattress. “I don’t believe you.”

Another groan slips free and she shudders underneath me. “Nora,” she pleads a little as my hands slip down her sides to toy with the waist of her panties.

“It’s okay. I could personally care less, but don’t let Ann find out,” I warn punctuating my statement with a kiss to the back of her neck.

I feel her shift and try to turn over under my weight. I raise up and as she spins around reaches up with her right hand to pull me back down on top of her. I resist and instead decide to gaze down at her exposed chest.

“My eyes and lips are up here, sugga,” Nikki purrs.

I tear my eyes away from the slow rise and fall of her breasts and look up into twinkling brown eyes. “I know,” I say shrugging, “but it seems a terrible thing to not admire the site for a moment or two.”

She shakes her head and I scooch down to settle low on her hips. Pressing her into the mattress once again I ask, “So what did she promise you?”

“Relentless,” Nikki huffs. “She promised me a shopping trip”

“Hmm.” I rock my hips a little and lean down to kiss my way up her chest. I stop the kisses just shy of her lips. “I should have known.”

Her hand slithers between us and she rubs her hand down my center, pressing my panties into me. I bite my lip and let my head fall on to her shoulder. “Evil and no fair,” I mumble into warm, soft skin.

“All fair sugga, especially when you’ve caught me in collusion with another,” she hums and presses harder. “I’m sure I could convince you not to turn me over to the proper authorities.” Her hand stops and moves to the waistband of my panties. She tugs at them and I get the hint. It takes a moment to untangle ourselves, but we manage to get naked as gracefully as possible.

“It would be a wonder if we could just wiggle our noses and our clothes would disappear,” she says, tossing my tank top behind me.

“It would solve some problems when you’re trying to get naked,” I say settling back down on to her hips. My finger’s dance up her rib cage as I say, “Now weren’t you trying to coerce me?”

She nods, grinning. Her hand once again moves between my legs and I arch into the touch. I raise up to give her better access, sighing as two of her fingers slip into me. I consider myself complacent to her demands when her thumb finds my clit.

She can cheat at cards any time if we consider this her punishment.

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[identity profile] pbwr.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahh, fluffy stories are good for the soul.

[identity profile] dollface79.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes I love fluffy stuff. Should be interesting to see Nikki and Anne alone, they have never hung out without Nora and Jill. Nice update and thank you for your weekly updates you are one of the only people that still writes them

[identity profile] psychomonkey-29.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Loving the new story-seeing Nikki and Nora on vacation should be interesting. Thanks for the quick update and can't wait for more! ;)

[identity profile] nemodoryismyido.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome story and aww thanks - N&N for my Bday is the best present ever - loved the fluff and I love when Nikki plays cards hehe (and yes Nik is my fav so yay winners alllll around

[identity profile] wkgreen.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
LOL!! What an arduous punishment!!! Poor Nikki ;)

Waiting for more :)

[identity profile] onebridge.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Holiday fluffy ~O(∩_∩)O~ just love it!
And so glad to read this new story, Nikki & Nora's happy vacation time is lovely, and I like Jill's mother, too. Well, seeing their dinner table making me hope that Nora will work out the problems with her family soon.