Champán (Neville/Charlie)
Title: Champán
Author:
digthewriter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Word Count: 100x2
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Prompt 476: Ginger FOR
neville100
A/N: A continuation of the series "Una Aventura" for Neville/Charlie.
Charlie ordered room service and a bottle of champagne was delivered to their door. When Charlie opened the door, the staff nodded once and asked to be let in. He declined the offer and grabbed the bottle with two flutes and walked back in.
"Why didn't you let them do their job?" Neville asked, sitting awkwardly and nervously on the bed. He could have sat at the chair in the corner but it was a small room with only one bed and one chair, and it would have been totally weird to just be sat there.
"The bloke was a ginger, I didn't want you to get tempted by him," teased Charlie.
"You are so funny," Neville said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not into gingers, you know."
"So I'm an exception?" Charlie said with a wink and he plopped down next to Neville on the bed and started to open the bottle. "Hold the glasses steady."
"What are we celebrating?" Neville asked, feeling nervous again. He loved his talks with Charlie and he knew there was nothing to be worried about. Still, his stomach was unsettled. This was a huge step for them.
"Us," Charlie said. "We're celebrating us, Neville." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/860259.html. Thanks for reading
Author:
digthewriter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Word Count: 100x2
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Prompt 476: Ginger FOR
neville100
A/N: A continuation of the series "Una Aventura" for Neville/Charlie.
Charlie ordered room service and a bottle of champagne was delivered to their door. When Charlie opened the door, the staff nodded once and asked to be let in. He declined the offer and grabbed the bottle with two flutes and walked back in.
"Why didn't you let them do their job?" Neville asked, sitting awkwardly and nervously on the bed. He could have sat at the chair in the corner but it was a small room with only one bed and one chair, and it would have been totally weird to just be sat there.
"The bloke was a ginger, I didn't want you to get tempted by him," teased Charlie.
"You are so funny," Neville said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not into gingers, you know."
"So I'm an exception?" Charlie said with a wink and he plopped down next to Neville on the bed and started to open the bottle. "Hold the glasses steady."
"What are we celebrating?" Neville asked, feeling nervous again. He loved his talks with Charlie and he knew there was nothing to be worried about. Still, his stomach was unsettled. This was a huge step for them.
"Us," Charlie said. "We're celebrating us, Neville." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/860259.html. Thanks for reading