Dec 04, 2010 19:23
I was in the Shakespeare kind of mood :)
Title: The Play’s the Thing
Author: foreverwriting9
Pairing: Nate/Sophie
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 531
Summary: Sophie asks Nate to help her practice for her upcoming audition.
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“Nate!”
Nate’s apartment door clicked open and then slammed shut. “Nate!”
He poked his head out from behind his kitchen cabinets. “Sophie?”
“I need your help.”
He wiped his hands off on his jeans, walking toward her. “With what?”
“Memorizing lines for my audition,” she said, waving a script at him. Nate squinted at it and raised an eyebrow. “Romeo and Juliet? Who exactly do you plan on auditioning as?”
Sophie looked back at him as though the answer should be obvious. “Juliet of course.”
“Of course.”
“Ok,” mused Sophie, flipping through the pages of the script. “What scene should I do?”
“How ‘bout the death scene? You’re good at dying.”
She stopped what she was doing and stared at him. “To be honest, Nate, I’m not sure how to take that.”
He grinned, thought better of it, and then hid his smile in his cup of coffee.
“I think the balcony scene will do.”
“I always knew you were a romantic.”
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Sophie stood on the spiral staircase and looked down at Nate, her eyes dancing with laughter. He stood at the bottom of the stairs wearing the most ridiculous beret in an attempt to look theatrical.
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!” Nate heard a snicker from above him and glanced up quickly at Sophie, frowning comically. Choking down an outright laugh, Sophie spoke her line. “Ay me!”
“She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o’er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven,” he paused a beat too long and looked up at her. She gave him a soft smile. “I wish I got compliments like that daily.”
It was beginning to get dark outside, but still they kept at it, treading over the words of the five hundred year old lovers.
“A thousand times good night!” murmured Sophie, taking a few steps further up the stairs, meaning to end the scene. Nate continued.
“A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books; but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”
“Hist! Romeo, hist!” Sophie turned back down the stairs and was shocked to see Nate walking up toward her. “Nate?”
“It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears!”
They stood together on the same step now. Sophie reached up and removed the beret from Nate’s head, gently brushing his hair back into place. “Romeo?” Although it was supposed to be an exclamation, it came out sounding more like a question.
“My dear?”
She let the hand that was fixing his hair fall to the back of his neck, her fingers twisting in the curls that were there. “Nate.”
He leaned forward, hands gripping the railing on either side of her. “You are such a romantic,” he breathed against her lips before finally closing the slim gap between them. When they broke apart for air Nate grinned. “I just might have to audition for Romeo.”
fic,
tv: leverage,
nate/sophie