My cover is blown.... :D
By who else but the intended recipient of my Secret Santa Fic! lynnlabelge, I honestly jumped out of my skin when I found out that I was writing for you, and initially it was quite a decision for me as of which pairing I was going to write about. In the end the obvious pairing won out, and I have to thank you for helping me realising my dream of writing a Kimi/Fernando fic.
And yes,.. don't worry... I'll think of a sequel *wink*. Of course, we can't just leave them hanging over the edge like that, can we?
Title: Hot Chocolate and Vanilla Sky
Date: December 12, 2003
Author: AquaFinna
Pairing: Kimi Raikkonen/Fernando Alonso
Summary: This could be the beginning of something beautiful...
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Author’s Note:
The author wishes to thank the following:
- endless cups of coffee, tea, and (of course) hot chocolate she drinks during the process of writing this piece - the beautiful view of white clouds on the background of blue sky she sees at her beloved campus
- her collection of slashable pictures of the two aforementioned individuals written of in this piece
- her collection of songs, her portable MP3/CD player, and the understanding of her mates when she puts the headphones on and began scribbling things she doesn’t allow them to see
- lynnlabelge, for a specific request which helps to kickstart the author’s wish to write a fic of this pairing :D
Disclaimer:
- Not real, not mine, not rich, don’t sue me.
- Images in artwork taken from various sources and manipulated for personal enjoyment. No copyright infringement intended. Ever. Swear.
Hot Chocolate and Vanilla Sky
written for lynnlabelge a.k.a. Lynn
as a Secret Santa Fic
I am drawn to you. Something in you drags me nearer and nearer, and despite what little doubt I have of what I should do, I let myself be dragged, answering your silent calls. They say curiosity kills the cat... I hope it doesn’t kill me. I think what will kill me is if I don’t satisfy that curiosity. What will probably kill me is if I hold back now, retreat to my personal safe zone and be forever asking myself ‘what if’.
So here I am. I am drawn to you, Fernando. As much as I want to stand my ground, something else, something stronger, keeps dragging me to you. Not that I don’t want to get closer, but I have to admit, I’m a little scared. Of what, I don’t know. I just know that the warm comfort of you chocolate brown eyes holds my gaze like none other I’ve felt before.
You know what, maybe that was it. Your warm comfort. They call me ‘The Iceman’, and it seems like my name and figure synonymous with everything cold and icy, yet I am drawn to you. To your warmth. I have no idea why. I'm still trying to figure that out, maybe even put it to words, if I can. Damn, I hate it when that happens. Pictures and emotions mix and collide in my mind like a series of fireworks, yet I can’t seem to enjoy the fun I know it should have brought me.
Why, Fernando, why is your warm comfort so invitingly tempting?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I am drawn to you. Something in you pulls me closer and closer, and despite what little fear I have of what might happen, I move closer, answering your invitation. They say curiosity kills the cat... I hope it doesn’t kill me. I think what will kill me is if I don’t satisfy that curiosity. What will kill me is if I hold back now, retreat to my personal sanctuary and be forever wondering what might have been.
So here I am. I am drawn to you, Kimi. As much as I want to hold my stance, something else, something stronger, keeps pulling me towards you. Not that I don’t want to get closer, but I have to admit, I’m a little scared. Of what, I don’t know. I just know that the icy coldness of your aquamarine eyes holds my gaze like none other I’ve felt before.
You know what, maybe that was it. Your icy coldness. While at first glance everybody would have thought of you as this distant, cold and unreachable entity, I am drawn to it; to you. I have no idea why. I am still trying to figure it out, maybe even put it to words, if I can. Man, I hate it when that happens. Images and feelings swirl around in my head like multi-colored candy floss but I can’t sort them out.
Why, Kimi, why is your coldness so temptingly inviting?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You seem to be having that more often lately..."
Kimi looked up to find the source of the voice. It was Mark Slade, his race engineer. "Having what more often?" he asked. Mark gestured to the cup of hot chocolate in his hands. Kimi looked down.
"Uh, yeah, I like it...um..." he suddenly thanked his usual mumbling speech. Hopefully Mark wouldn’t notice that he was actually struggling to find the right words to say...
"Can’t blame you, I like a cup or two myself every now and then, keeps me warm..." Mark’s voice trailed off as the merry-faced bloke sorted out sheets of paper on the small desk. Satisfied with the sorting he swiftly gathered up the papers.
"Just don’t let it melt you, Iceman," with a wink, he left.
Kimi watched Mark’s back as he moved in his usual quick pace, engaged in another conversation even before he got beyond shouting distance from him. That’s Mark, he mused, busy as always.
But how is it that Mark noticed that he’d been having hot chocolate a lot more lately?
Kimi looked down into the steaming mug. His questioning expression stared back at him.
He had been drinking a lot more hot chocolate lately. He didn’t realize it himself. But he was telling the truth when he said that he likes it.
He liked the way the mug warms his fingers and palms when he held it. He liked the rich, somewhat sweet smell of the liquid. He liked the way the steam took the stiffness away from his cheeks when he held the mug up to his face. He liked the way the warm liquid touches his lips, fills his mouth, then throat, and then his stomach - and finally somehow it sends waves of warmth all over his body.
Waves of comfort. Waves of a somewhat safe feeling he didn’t know he’d craved.
‘Crave’? It makes him sound like an addict.
So, what’s another word for it? He likes the warm feeling. He wants it. He wants it all the time.
Sigh.
Okay, ‘crave’ then.
Kimi took another sip, welcoming the now familiar sensation following the entrance of the hot chocolate into his system. Too bad the feeling didn’t last. In never lasted too long, no matter how much he drinks or how often he took a sip. As soon as the warmth reaches the outer rims of his body, it left him. And he wanted more and more of it.
What did Mark say? Just don’t let it melt you, Iceman.
What if he wants it to melt him? What if he wants to know how it feels to melt? What if he wants to melt?
Kimi looked down at the remains of the chocolate liquid, floating on the bottom of his mug. His own eyes looked back at him. But it was a different pair of eyes. It wasn’t the grayish, greenish pair of eyes he’s used to see in the mirror, but a pair of brown, chocolate eyes. Much like the pair of chocolate brown eyes he’d been drawn to.
With a blink of an eye, and there they were. The pair of chocolate brown eyes looking straight back at him, with a warmth, a comfort that no amount of hot chocolate could equal.
What if he wants to melt?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You seem to be having that more often lately."
Fernando looked around to see who was talking. It was Jarno, perched on the wall he was leaning on.
"Having what?" Jarno gestured at Fernando’s hand, holding a partially opened ice cream cone. Fernando shrugged.
"I like it. So sue me."” He hauled himself up to sit beside Jarno. He took a big bite of the ice cream then shuddered. Jarno frowned. "What’s the matter?"
"It’s cold!" Fernando mumbled with a mouthful. Jarno rolled his eyes. "Well, duh?"
Fernando ignored him. He took another bite before offering the cone to Jarno. "Have a bite?"
Jarno took a close look before shaking his head. "Nah, I’ve had enough vanilla..." he paused, "...unless, are there any chocolate left?"
"In that case you better hurry, not too many left last time I checked."
"You should know," Jarno laughed. "You seem to stick your nose in the fridge more often than anybody." The Italian jumped off the wall and headed towards the building at a trot. That left Fernando alone with his vanilla ice cream.
He smiled to himself remembering Jarno’s last sentence. He had been digging into the factory’s fridge whenever he can, responsible for the rapid diminishing of the stock of vanilla ice cream. Not that anybody minded, at least not as far as he knew. But Jarno seemed to notice...
Should be no surprise there. One, they are close friends. Logical enough. Two, ice creams taste good enough, especially after training. Also logical enough. Sure, it’s cold, he mused as he took another bite, but he likes it, even welcomes the cold. It’s...soothing, somewhat. Add the sweet vanilla flavor to the mix, and it’s perfect.
Perfect? What is so perfect about a cone of vanilla ice cream?
Fernando stopped eating, taking a good look at the ice cream in his hand. He frowned. Yeah, what is so perfect about a cone of ice cream? Nothing special, just a smooth, creamy-textured kind of snack, inside a crunchy cone made of some sort of waffle. You take it out of the fridge, peel off the paper wrapping, revealing the off-white cream stuff on top of the waffle cone. Then you take a bite - or lick, depending on how well you teeth and gums can stand the cold. When the ice cream over the cone is done, you take a bite of the cone to reveal more ice cream underneath. And you continue to eat it until you’re done.
That’s it. Nothing special. Then why was he getting all poetic about it? It’s just a cone of vanilla ice cream. Pure and simple.
Fernando took another bite, this time slowly, still trying to figure out the answer to his own question. The ice cream is cold to the touch, to his lips, to his teeth, even to his tongue. It’s cold, yet comforting. Puts him at ease, even. He looked at the ice cream. Something about the vanilla color seemed to strike a chord. It reminded him of something else. Something cream-colored; cold, yet comforting. Something, or someone, more like.
Fernando froze at the thought. That might be it. His mind wandered, picturing the someone. Cold, yet familiar. Distant yet inviting. Bright colors, white, cream, and a hint of shimmer. And he couldn’t get enough of him. Of eyes that pierce like cold knife, of skin like smooth vanilla.
Fernando popped the remaining ice cream into his mouth, chewing slowly, savoring the taste that he knew will be gone not long after the last gulp. And yes, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Fernando looked up to the sky, pulling his brown tinted sunglasses down over his face. It was still too bright to stare at the clouds with naked eyes. The brown tint of the lenses shaded the bright white clouds, making them beam with a different color. Cream. Soft. Smooth. Vanilla.
Vanilla sky.
And he wondered how long the sky will stay the same color, because he loves it. He couldn’t get enough of it. Of the vanilla sky.
Jarno can say he’s had enough.
But he just couldn’t get enough vanilla.
~tbc? the end? Wait and see!~
crossposted to f1slash - sorry for the repeat
And yes,.. don't worry... I'll think of a sequel *wink*. Of course, we can't just leave them hanging over the edge like that, can we?
Title: Hot Chocolate and Vanilla Sky
Date: December 12, 2003
Author: AquaFinna
Pairing: Kimi Raikkonen/Fernando Alonso
Summary: This could be the beginning of something beautiful...
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Author’s Note:
The author wishes to thank the following:
- endless cups of coffee, tea, and (of course) hot chocolate she drinks during the process of writing this piece - the beautiful view of white clouds on the background of blue sky she sees at her beloved campus
- her collection of slashable pictures of the two aforementioned individuals written of in this piece
- her collection of songs, her portable MP3/CD player, and the understanding of her mates when she puts the headphones on and began scribbling things she doesn’t allow them to see
- lynnlabelge, for a specific request which helps to kickstart the author’s wish to write a fic of this pairing :D
Disclaimer:
- Not real, not mine, not rich, don’t sue me.
- Images in artwork taken from various sources and manipulated for personal enjoyment. No copyright infringement intended. Ever. Swear.
Hot Chocolate and Vanilla Sky
written for lynnlabelge a.k.a. Lynn
as a Secret Santa Fic
I am drawn to you. Something in you drags me nearer and nearer, and despite what little doubt I have of what I should do, I let myself be dragged, answering your silent calls. They say curiosity kills the cat... I hope it doesn’t kill me. I think what will kill me is if I don’t satisfy that curiosity. What will probably kill me is if I hold back now, retreat to my personal safe zone and be forever asking myself ‘what if’.
So here I am. I am drawn to you, Fernando. As much as I want to stand my ground, something else, something stronger, keeps dragging me to you. Not that I don’t want to get closer, but I have to admit, I’m a little scared. Of what, I don’t know. I just know that the warm comfort of you chocolate brown eyes holds my gaze like none other I’ve felt before.
You know what, maybe that was it. Your warm comfort. They call me ‘The Iceman’, and it seems like my name and figure synonymous with everything cold and icy, yet I am drawn to you. To your warmth. I have no idea why. I'm still trying to figure that out, maybe even put it to words, if I can. Damn, I hate it when that happens. Pictures and emotions mix and collide in my mind like a series of fireworks, yet I can’t seem to enjoy the fun I know it should have brought me.
Why, Fernando, why is your warm comfort so invitingly tempting?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I am drawn to you. Something in you pulls me closer and closer, and despite what little fear I have of what might happen, I move closer, answering your invitation. They say curiosity kills the cat... I hope it doesn’t kill me. I think what will kill me is if I don’t satisfy that curiosity. What will kill me is if I hold back now, retreat to my personal sanctuary and be forever wondering what might have been.
So here I am. I am drawn to you, Kimi. As much as I want to hold my stance, something else, something stronger, keeps pulling me towards you. Not that I don’t want to get closer, but I have to admit, I’m a little scared. Of what, I don’t know. I just know that the icy coldness of your aquamarine eyes holds my gaze like none other I’ve felt before.
You know what, maybe that was it. Your icy coldness. While at first glance everybody would have thought of you as this distant, cold and unreachable entity, I am drawn to it; to you. I have no idea why. I am still trying to figure it out, maybe even put it to words, if I can. Man, I hate it when that happens. Images and feelings swirl around in my head like multi-colored candy floss but I can’t sort them out.
Why, Kimi, why is your coldness so temptingly inviting?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You seem to be having that more often lately..."
Kimi looked up to find the source of the voice. It was Mark Slade, his race engineer. "Having what more often?" he asked. Mark gestured to the cup of hot chocolate in his hands. Kimi looked down.
"Uh, yeah, I like it...um..." he suddenly thanked his usual mumbling speech. Hopefully Mark wouldn’t notice that he was actually struggling to find the right words to say...
"Can’t blame you, I like a cup or two myself every now and then, keeps me warm..." Mark’s voice trailed off as the merry-faced bloke sorted out sheets of paper on the small desk. Satisfied with the sorting he swiftly gathered up the papers.
"Just don’t let it melt you, Iceman," with a wink, he left.
Kimi watched Mark’s back as he moved in his usual quick pace, engaged in another conversation even before he got beyond shouting distance from him. That’s Mark, he mused, busy as always.
But how is it that Mark noticed that he’d been having hot chocolate a lot more lately?
Kimi looked down into the steaming mug. His questioning expression stared back at him.
He had been drinking a lot more hot chocolate lately. He didn’t realize it himself. But he was telling the truth when he said that he likes it.
He liked the way the mug warms his fingers and palms when he held it. He liked the rich, somewhat sweet smell of the liquid. He liked the way the steam took the stiffness away from his cheeks when he held the mug up to his face. He liked the way the warm liquid touches his lips, fills his mouth, then throat, and then his stomach - and finally somehow it sends waves of warmth all over his body.
Waves of comfort. Waves of a somewhat safe feeling he didn’t know he’d craved.
‘Crave’? It makes him sound like an addict.
So, what’s another word for it? He likes the warm feeling. He wants it. He wants it all the time.
Sigh.
Okay, ‘crave’ then.
Kimi took another sip, welcoming the now familiar sensation following the entrance of the hot chocolate into his system. Too bad the feeling didn’t last. In never lasted too long, no matter how much he drinks or how often he took a sip. As soon as the warmth reaches the outer rims of his body, it left him. And he wanted more and more of it.
What did Mark say? Just don’t let it melt you, Iceman.
What if he wants it to melt him? What if he wants to know how it feels to melt? What if he wants to melt?
Kimi looked down at the remains of the chocolate liquid, floating on the bottom of his mug. His own eyes looked back at him. But it was a different pair of eyes. It wasn’t the grayish, greenish pair of eyes he’s used to see in the mirror, but a pair of brown, chocolate eyes. Much like the pair of chocolate brown eyes he’d been drawn to.
With a blink of an eye, and there they were. The pair of chocolate brown eyes looking straight back at him, with a warmth, a comfort that no amount of hot chocolate could equal.
What if he wants to melt?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You seem to be having that more often lately."
Fernando looked around to see who was talking. It was Jarno, perched on the wall he was leaning on.
"Having what?" Jarno gestured at Fernando’s hand, holding a partially opened ice cream cone. Fernando shrugged.
"I like it. So sue me."” He hauled himself up to sit beside Jarno. He took a big bite of the ice cream then shuddered. Jarno frowned. "What’s the matter?"
"It’s cold!" Fernando mumbled with a mouthful. Jarno rolled his eyes. "Well, duh?"
Fernando ignored him. He took another bite before offering the cone to Jarno. "Have a bite?"
Jarno took a close look before shaking his head. "Nah, I’ve had enough vanilla..." he paused, "...unless, are there any chocolate left?"
"In that case you better hurry, not too many left last time I checked."
"You should know," Jarno laughed. "You seem to stick your nose in the fridge more often than anybody." The Italian jumped off the wall and headed towards the building at a trot. That left Fernando alone with his vanilla ice cream.
He smiled to himself remembering Jarno’s last sentence. He had been digging into the factory’s fridge whenever he can, responsible for the rapid diminishing of the stock of vanilla ice cream. Not that anybody minded, at least not as far as he knew. But Jarno seemed to notice...
Should be no surprise there. One, they are close friends. Logical enough. Two, ice creams taste good enough, especially after training. Also logical enough. Sure, it’s cold, he mused as he took another bite, but he likes it, even welcomes the cold. It’s...soothing, somewhat. Add the sweet vanilla flavor to the mix, and it’s perfect.
Perfect? What is so perfect about a cone of vanilla ice cream?
Fernando stopped eating, taking a good look at the ice cream in his hand. He frowned. Yeah, what is so perfect about a cone of ice cream? Nothing special, just a smooth, creamy-textured kind of snack, inside a crunchy cone made of some sort of waffle. You take it out of the fridge, peel off the paper wrapping, revealing the off-white cream stuff on top of the waffle cone. Then you take a bite - or lick, depending on how well you teeth and gums can stand the cold. When the ice cream over the cone is done, you take a bite of the cone to reveal more ice cream underneath. And you continue to eat it until you’re done.
That’s it. Nothing special. Then why was he getting all poetic about it? It’s just a cone of vanilla ice cream. Pure and simple.
Fernando took another bite, this time slowly, still trying to figure out the answer to his own question. The ice cream is cold to the touch, to his lips, to his teeth, even to his tongue. It’s cold, yet comforting. Puts him at ease, even. He looked at the ice cream. Something about the vanilla color seemed to strike a chord. It reminded him of something else. Something cream-colored; cold, yet comforting. Something, or someone, more like.
Fernando froze at the thought. That might be it. His mind wandered, picturing the someone. Cold, yet familiar. Distant yet inviting. Bright colors, white, cream, and a hint of shimmer. And he couldn’t get enough of him. Of eyes that pierce like cold knife, of skin like smooth vanilla.
Fernando popped the remaining ice cream into his mouth, chewing slowly, savoring the taste that he knew will be gone not long after the last gulp. And yes, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Fernando looked up to the sky, pulling his brown tinted sunglasses down over his face. It was still too bright to stare at the clouds with naked eyes. The brown tint of the lenses shaded the bright white clouds, making them beam with a different color. Cream. Soft. Smooth. Vanilla.
Vanilla sky.
And he wondered how long the sky will stay the same color, because he loves it. He couldn’t get enough of it. Of the vanilla sky.
Jarno can say he’s had enough.
But he just couldn’t get enough vanilla.
~tbc? the end? Wait and see!~
crossposted to f1slash - sorry for the repeat