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Title: A Dozen Ways to Say I Love You
Author: shana0809
Recipient: _runningmascara
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing: Gilles Simon/Richard Gasquet
Prompt: Roses
Rating: R
A.N: For liroa15's Valentine's Day Challenge.
The first thing Richard notices is the single red rose left on top of his tennis bag. There's no one standing around waiting to see what his reaction is, and he's got no clue who would be leaving him flowers, especially today.
Valentine's Day isn't an important day for him. It's not that he hasn't received a fair number of romantic propositions because he has. After all, he is an athlete, but every proposition lacks something.
Now there's a single mysterious red rose on tip of his bag. It's a romantic gesture, and it makes him smile. Today it's especially nice to know he has an admirer.
Leaving the practice courts, he finds another rose on the seat of the golf cart taking him back to the players’ longue. There's another left in front of the locker in which he'd chosen to leave his stuff. He carefully adds it to the first two sitting carefully in his racquet bag. Someone has gone to a lot of trouble with this, and it doesn't seem right to allow the flowers to be crushed by his tennis equipment.
It's going to be sort of difficult to thank his admirer if they just keep leaving flowers though.
The roses continue on his way back to the players hotel, when he's waiting for a car and in the car. The one he stoops down to collect from in front of his room makes six. Now he's got half a dozen roses.
He's not exactly sure what he should do with them, but he doesn't want them to die. Finally, he finds a reusable water bottle with a wide mouth, fills it with water, and stuffs the flowers into it. He's probably going to hear about using the bottle as a vase, but it's the best he can do right now.
He calls down for room service because he's regretting not eating at the tournament grounds with the others. He was just too distracted by the mysterious roses to take them up on their offer.
When the busboy brings his order, a single red rose is laying across the front of the cart, and the young man insists he has no idea who left it there. Richard is pretty sure that he's just been well paid to keep his mouth shut.
Riccardo brings him another rose when he comes to talk strategy. This mystery is really starting to annoy him because it seems like everyone else knows what's going on. The wide smile that Riccardo keeps sending his way says that he definitely knows what's happening.
By the start of the evening, he's frustrated and trying not to be grouchy. The eight roses he has also just about fill his make-shift vase. It's a nice thing to get flowers on Valentine's Day. He'd just like it better if he knew from whom they came.
There's a knock on his door, which interrupts his contemplation of his flowers. When he opens it, there's a young woman in the hotel uniform there, holding a rose. She offers it to him with the instructions, "Go to the front desk for the next clue."
Eager to find out what's going on, he pulls on his shoes and heads down. The receptionist gives him a dirty look when he appears in shorts and a ratty t-shirt. She obviously knows what's going on, or she wouldn't be so offended.
"Go back to your room, get changed, and then head to the hotel restaurant," she commands. "Tennis player or not, they won't let you in looking like that."
Feeling moderately offended at the wording but not the sentiment, Richard heads back to his room, pulls on a pair of dress slacks, a button down, runs a comb through his hair for good measure, adds his two new roses to the other eight, and heads down to the hotel's restaurant.
The maitre d' smiles widely when he sees Richard, offers him another rose, and immediately starts to lead him through the restaurant to a secluded table. Richard's really hoping that the person sending him these roses has the twelfth rose.
He's disappointed to see there's no one across from him when he's seated at the table. The table is obviously set for a romantic dinner for two, but he's all alone. He's starting to think that he's had a horrible joke played on him as the minutes pass and no one comes to sit with him.
He's just about to leave when Gilles slides into the seat across from him. The other man is looking very good in a suit with the top button left undone instead of a tie. Gilles looking so good is the reason it takes Richard a moment to realize that the other Frenchman has a rose in his hand.
"You?" he finally chokes out.
"Me," Gilles agrees easily.
"Why didn't you just say something?"
"Well, for a long time, I wasn't sure how'd you react. The press has given you such a hard time, and I didn't want to push. Then I just wanted it to be perfect."
"You decided that a dozen mysterious roses left one at a time on Valentine's Day was perfect?"
"Only eleven were mysterious. The last one comes with a promise to stand by your side for as long as you want me."
Richard smiles. "The last one's definitely the one I want."
Gilles smiles. "I'm glad. I was starting to get worried. You were looking pretty annoyed at the front desk."
"You were starting to get worried. I was beginning to think you were a crazy fan, and the receptionist told me to go change because tennis player or not, they wouldn't seat me in shorts."
"Well, I am sort of a crazy fan. Crazy for you."
Richard smiles. "You could have just asked. It would have been perfect anyway you did it, and I could have avoided the free fashion advice. By the way, do you have some sort of vase for these roses?"
Fini.
(This fic came about because I didn't have a fic at the deadline, and I asked shana0809 to write me a quick pinch hit. She came through for me, but so did krisherdown, so the delightful _runningmascara gets two fics.)
Author: shana0809
Recipient: _runningmascara
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing: Gilles Simon/Richard Gasquet
Prompt: Roses
Rating: R
A.N: For liroa15's Valentine's Day Challenge.
The first thing Richard notices is the single red rose left on top of his tennis bag. There's no one standing around waiting to see what his reaction is, and he's got no clue who would be leaving him flowers, especially today.
Valentine's Day isn't an important day for him. It's not that he hasn't received a fair number of romantic propositions because he has. After all, he is an athlete, but every proposition lacks something.
Now there's a single mysterious red rose on tip of his bag. It's a romantic gesture, and it makes him smile. Today it's especially nice to know he has an admirer.
Leaving the practice courts, he finds another rose on the seat of the golf cart taking him back to the players’ longue. There's another left in front of the locker in which he'd chosen to leave his stuff. He carefully adds it to the first two sitting carefully in his racquet bag. Someone has gone to a lot of trouble with this, and it doesn't seem right to allow the flowers to be crushed by his tennis equipment.
It's going to be sort of difficult to thank his admirer if they just keep leaving flowers though.
The roses continue on his way back to the players hotel, when he's waiting for a car and in the car. The one he stoops down to collect from in front of his room makes six. Now he's got half a dozen roses.
He's not exactly sure what he should do with them, but he doesn't want them to die. Finally, he finds a reusable water bottle with a wide mouth, fills it with water, and stuffs the flowers into it. He's probably going to hear about using the bottle as a vase, but it's the best he can do right now.
He calls down for room service because he's regretting not eating at the tournament grounds with the others. He was just too distracted by the mysterious roses to take them up on their offer.
When the busboy brings his order, a single red rose is laying across the front of the cart, and the young man insists he has no idea who left it there. Richard is pretty sure that he's just been well paid to keep his mouth shut.
Riccardo brings him another rose when he comes to talk strategy. This mystery is really starting to annoy him because it seems like everyone else knows what's going on. The wide smile that Riccardo keeps sending his way says that he definitely knows what's happening.
By the start of the evening, he's frustrated and trying not to be grouchy. The eight roses he has also just about fill his make-shift vase. It's a nice thing to get flowers on Valentine's Day. He'd just like it better if he knew from whom they came.
There's a knock on his door, which interrupts his contemplation of his flowers. When he opens it, there's a young woman in the hotel uniform there, holding a rose. She offers it to him with the instructions, "Go to the front desk for the next clue."
Eager to find out what's going on, he pulls on his shoes and heads down. The receptionist gives him a dirty look when he appears in shorts and a ratty t-shirt. She obviously knows what's going on, or she wouldn't be so offended.
"Go back to your room, get changed, and then head to the hotel restaurant," she commands. "Tennis player or not, they won't let you in looking like that."
Feeling moderately offended at the wording but not the sentiment, Richard heads back to his room, pulls on a pair of dress slacks, a button down, runs a comb through his hair for good measure, adds his two new roses to the other eight, and heads down to the hotel's restaurant.
The maitre d' smiles widely when he sees Richard, offers him another rose, and immediately starts to lead him through the restaurant to a secluded table. Richard's really hoping that the person sending him these roses has the twelfth rose.
He's disappointed to see there's no one across from him when he's seated at the table. The table is obviously set for a romantic dinner for two, but he's all alone. He's starting to think that he's had a horrible joke played on him as the minutes pass and no one comes to sit with him.
He's just about to leave when Gilles slides into the seat across from him. The other man is looking very good in a suit with the top button left undone instead of a tie. Gilles looking so good is the reason it takes Richard a moment to realize that the other Frenchman has a rose in his hand.
"You?" he finally chokes out.
"Me," Gilles agrees easily.
"Why didn't you just say something?"
"Well, for a long time, I wasn't sure how'd you react. The press has given you such a hard time, and I didn't want to push. Then I just wanted it to be perfect."
"You decided that a dozen mysterious roses left one at a time on Valentine's Day was perfect?"
"Only eleven were mysterious. The last one comes with a promise to stand by your side for as long as you want me."
Richard smiles. "The last one's definitely the one I want."
Gilles smiles. "I'm glad. I was starting to get worried. You were looking pretty annoyed at the front desk."
"You were starting to get worried. I was beginning to think you were a crazy fan, and the receptionist told me to go change because tennis player or not, they wouldn't seat me in shorts."
"Well, I am sort of a crazy fan. Crazy for you."
Richard smiles. "You could have just asked. It would have been perfect anyway you did it, and I could have avoided the free fashion advice. By the way, do you have some sort of vase for these roses?"
Fini.
(This fic came about because I didn't have a fic at the deadline, and I asked shana0809 to write me a quick pinch hit. She came through for me, but so did krisherdown, so the delightful _runningmascara gets two fics.)