Lovers In A Dangerous Time 2
Lovers In A Dangerous Time 2
Fandom: Number Zero
Pairing: Pairing Zero
Summary: The POV of the other half of the pairing. As before, guess the couple/fandom for fabulous prizes! (erm, or something.)
Disclaimer: I can't tell you who they belong to, but I can tell you I'm not it
TO DO TODAY:
1) Wake Up
Check. There's a fairly innocuous photo of us on my bedside table, from the office Christmas party we were never actually invited to. I don't think we'll be invited next year. It's a bit like waking up together, except for he's very small on shiny paper. So, not like waking up together at all, really.
2) Have wee, shower
Check and check, and check to another thing I don't put down on the to-do list but usually do anyway.
3) Eat breakfast, which is the most important meal of the day!
It's date night, so I only have to worry about breakfast and lunch, and dinner will be at Tandoori's The Night, which I think is a pun.
4) Brush teeth
Check. It is, after all, date night tonight. Minty teeth a must.
5) Check mirror-- it's not on the list, but did you remember to get dressed?
I did. I am wearing my best shirt-that's-never-been-worn-to-a-funeral. My second-best shirt, I suppose. But I went ahead and put the extra effort into wearing my best tie. It's completely unprecedented, breaking ranks of carefully put-together outfits.
6) Go to work
Which is the last thing on my list, because once I get to work, people generally let me know what needs to be done. Or if they don't, I do... whatever. Number six is my favourite (even more than number three), because unless it's a particularly busy day, it leaves us with an entire pre-date night date day, which is nice.
Mentally I add a number seven.
7) Admire my boyfriend.
New favourite item on the list-- or at least, mental item. Boyfriend, ha. Very satisfying, just the word, it's sort of... well, friendly. Boyish. No, it's well more than the sum of its parts, 'boyfriend'.
I don't see him as I arrive, but I hear him in the breakroom, using a high, lilting voice to try and convince the new coffee maker to make coffee. The new coffee maker is for crap! Still, if anyone could convince it...
If I lean back in my desk chair-- not far enough back it could tip over, not again, thank you!-- I can see him through the open door, bending over to get 'eye to eye' with the thing. Yes, item number seven has just reached new heights of enjoyability! Easily one of the nicest things about dating is having the permission to 'ogle', which I didn't do before, because that's harrassment. Something like that. At least, not the sort of thing just friends do.
The coffee maker does not give in to the high, lilting voice. Or to the swears and insults. Or to the outright threats of bodily harm. Well, I say 'bodily', but I suppose it doesn't have a 'body', does it?
"No coffee today?"
He comes out, sighing a little. "I wish we had our old coffee maker."
"Mr. Coffee did know his place." I nod. I actually don't think it was a Mr. Coffee, but we named it Mr. Coffee. He was meant to be engaged to Miss Kettle, but had a wild stag night and a bit of a fling with Mr. Microwave, sending Miss Kettle running to the arms of Mr. Hot Plate. It's a very sordid kitchenette.
We did tend to get a little 'odd' when work got boring.
"Anyway, it's nice to see you." He kisses the top of my head, smiling wearily. It makes his eyes crinkle up. They're blue, but they're a dark blue that look like they might be green or even brown from far away. Like an ocean on a dark and stormy night. But without giant squid or anything.
"Don't kiss me at work, it makes me blush!"
"Tsch, no one can tell." He does it again.
"... All right. You can kiss me at work."
After all, what is boyfrienditude if not compromise?
~~~FIN~~~
~Glas