"No competition if we play on clay," Rafa said, smirking, as they arranged their gear on a pair of chairs at the net, next to the empty umpire's stand.
"Hey," Roger protested, shoving at Rafa's shoulder. "I won the French. I beat you on clay plenty of times."
"Roger," Rafa said, "four times is not plenty. You never beat me at the French, no?"
"I could have."
"Oh, for sure," said Rafa, with gentle sarcasm.
"Hey," said Roger. "You know you're talking to the greatest tennis player ever, right?"
"For sure," Rafa said, as he led the way onto the tennis court. He shot a glance back over his shoulder, adding, "But not on clay."
I cannot tell you how hard I lolled at this! Seriously, you have such a knack with these two, just the right mix of ego and friendship becuase you know that even Rafa's got to be just a teensy bit arrogant when it comes to clay, despite RG this year.
"I missed this," Rafa said, low.
Roger shut his eyes, breathing in. "Me too."
"Was never the same, after you," Rafa said. "Never the same
I actually had to pause for a moment here because these lines are so perfectly...perfect. I imagine that Raf really would feel Roger's absence very acutely should he retire before him and for more than one reason :D
OMFG! SKINNYDIPPING?! I squeed and melted and swooned in ten different way the minute Rafa brought it up! :D
I don't have anymore quotes from here on because I was too busy reading :)
I loved the time they spent in Mallorca, it was sexy and funny and very, very real. I ached when Roger was in New York. You cpatured the way he was instantly lonely and instantly missing Rafa so perfectly. I'm really overusing that adjective, btw but I totally mean it. This entire fic is lovely and tender and hertwarming and perfect
I can't really put it any other way but hopefully you'll get other reviews that are more eloquent! :D
"Hey," Roger protested, shoving at Rafa's shoulder. "I won the French. I beat you on clay plenty of times."
"Roger," Rafa said, "four times is not plenty. You never beat me at the French, no?"
"I could have."
"Oh, for sure," said Rafa, with gentle sarcasm.
"Hey," said Roger. "You know you're talking to the greatest tennis player ever, right?"
"For sure," Rafa said, as he led the way onto the tennis court. He shot a glance back over his shoulder, adding, "But not on clay."
I cannot tell you how hard I lolled at this! Seriously, you have such a knack with these two, just the right mix of ego and friendship becuase you know that even Rafa's got to be just a teensy bit arrogant when it comes to clay, despite RG this year.
"I missed this," Rafa said, low.
Roger shut his eyes, breathing in. "Me too."
"Was never the same, after you," Rafa said. "Never the same
I actually had to pause for a moment here because these lines are so perfectly...perfect. I imagine that Raf really would feel Roger's absence very acutely should he retire before him and for more than one reason :D
OMFG! SKINNYDIPPING?!
I squeed and melted and swooned in ten different way the minute Rafa brought it up! :D
I don't have anymore quotes from here on because I was too busy reading :)
I loved the time they spent in Mallorca, it was sexy and funny and very, very real. I ached when Roger was in New York. You cpatured the way he was instantly lonely and instantly missing Rafa so perfectly. I'm really overusing that adjective, btw but I totally mean it. This entire fic is lovely and tender and hertwarming and perfect
I can't really put it any other way but hopefully you'll get other reviews that are more eloquent! :D
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