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Title: 73) Stop waking Arthur up by staring at him.
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Devotion
Word count: 226
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Nothing this time
A/N: This is the last of my 100 things for the match. We are not finished by any means, and you are more than welcome to join our new 100thingsverse community (if I managed that correctly). There is nothing there yet, but we will get everything uploaded over the next few days, and whether you want to read the things, or join in with art or fic or whatever, you would be very, very welcome.
Writing these for the match has been an utter privilege. The comments have meant the world to us, and writing together has been an utter treat. If you enjoyed reading them about a tenth as much as I enjoyed writing them then I would be very, very happy.
My beautiful unvarnishedtale is sat across the table right now, writing 81 and 82 where the boys finally have sex for the first time. THIS MAY BE DONE BEFORE THE DEADLINE. If not, rest assured that today was not wasted. For a start we saw otters 69ing each other. It was like the insides of our heads had escaped.
OKAY. This fic is a SRSFACE fic. I am very sorry for this note (which is now longer than the fic now. Um. Yes. SORRY AGAIN). I JUST HAVE FEELINGS, OKAY? I love you all.
She is going to stop writing this fucking A/N now and post the fic. I AM NOT ABOVE BRIBERY. unvarnishedtale
You can find the whole list here.
73) Stop waking Arthur up by staring at him.
It's just, sometimes you're in love.
You can’t do anything about it - it’s just how you feel.
And you want to look at his eyelashes and cheeks and the way he breathes and slowly opens his eyes.
You stay above while he rehearses the job, just so that you can watch him without fear of reprisal.
The rise and fall of his chest, under the softness of a jumper you know is cashmere. The movement of his eyes behind his eyelids as he dreams.
Sometimes he wakes up with a small, satisfied smile on his lips and you know the job went well. Sometimes he jerks out of the dream and has a gun pressed to your temple before you can even react, and even that seems sweet.
There’s so much you love. The play of his muscles under his skin, his strength, his resilience. His fierce intelligence and how dangerous he is.
It’s all unstated as yet, and yes. This is good. But… you treasure these moments when you can watch without comment.
And even if you suspect he’s shooting himself out of dreams early so he can catch you watching, even if Cobb is complaining and adding to his stupid, insulting list… even this is worth it.
Because sometimes, just sometimes, you’re in love.
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Devotion
Word count: 226
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Nothing this time
A/N: This is the last of my 100 things for the match. We are not finished by any means, and you are more than welcome to join our new 100thingsverse community (if I managed that correctly). There is nothing there yet, but we will get everything uploaded over the next few days, and whether you want to read the things, or join in with art or fic or whatever, you would be very, very welcome.
Writing these for the match has been an utter privilege. The comments have meant the world to us, and writing together has been an utter treat. If you enjoyed reading them about a tenth as much as I enjoyed writing them then I would be very, very happy.
My beautiful unvarnishedtale is sat across the table right now, writing 81 and 82 where the boys finally have sex for the first time. THIS MAY BE DONE BEFORE THE DEADLINE. If not, rest assured that today was not wasted. For a start we saw otters 69ing each other. It was like the insides of our heads had escaped.
OKAY. This fic is a SRSFACE fic. I am very sorry for this note (which is now longer than the fic now. Um. Yes. SORRY AGAIN). I JUST HAVE FEELINGS, OKAY? I love you all.
She is going to stop writing this fucking A/N now and post the fic. I AM NOT ABOVE BRIBERY. unvarnishedtale
You can find the whole list here.
73) Stop waking Arthur up by staring at him.
It's just, sometimes you're in love.
You can’t do anything about it - it’s just how you feel.
And you want to look at his eyelashes and cheeks and the way he breathes and slowly opens his eyes.
You stay above while he rehearses the job, just so that you can watch him without fear of reprisal.
The rise and fall of his chest, under the softness of a jumper you know is cashmere. The movement of his eyes behind his eyelids as he dreams.
Sometimes he wakes up with a small, satisfied smile on his lips and you know the job went well. Sometimes he jerks out of the dream and has a gun pressed to your temple before you can even react, and even that seems sweet.
There’s so much you love. The play of his muscles under his skin, his strength, his resilience. His fierce intelligence and how dangerous he is.
It’s all unstated as yet, and yes. This is good. But… you treasure these moments when you can watch without comment.
And even if you suspect he’s shooting himself out of dreams early so he can catch you watching, even if Cobb is complaining and adding to his stupid, insulting list… even this is worth it.
Because sometimes, just sometimes, you’re in love.