Just a little one-shot, X-posted from linbu...
Title: Far Too Long
Author: hilson_is_love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Linbu & Beicca (secondary)
Summary: It’s been far too long since I felt you in my arms...
Prompt: #19: Alone
Notes: Fluffy angst.
My first Linbu-central fic, so be nice!
Disclaimer: DO, DK, NH, okies?
It’s been far too long since I felt you in my arms. It’s as if I don’t exist. You always seem to talk about him. I have to put up with considering I work with you. We don’t even talk like we used to, like we did before we became lovers.
I still remember the cold night, which caused us to share our first kiss. I still remember the lousy hotel bed we wound up on, after our usual hotel room shuffle.
I remember the tour distinctly.
It was the first tour we did with you after Love Metal was released. The band was gaining popularity and Ville’s drinking problems hadn’t become a burden yet.
The weather had been typical for Europe in winter, snow, ice, sleet, hail, rain, cold winds that bit exposed fingers and temperatures in the sub-zeros.
We had been becoming closer as the months had passed, and, though I didn’t tell you, I had feelings for you that went beyond the realms of friendship.
So, when we got put in the same hotel room (thanks to Seppo) I was excited.
You slide the key card into the slot on the door and push. The door swings inward and we walk inside, dragging our bags.
The room is nothing special, a mini-bar, a TV, a couch, a table, two chairs, a bathroom and a bedroom.
We ditch our bags and you light up the cigarette you’ve been dying to have since the plane from Helsinki touched down in Oulu. I watch you for a while, as you blow smoke rings out the open window, I’m deep in thought, so to speak.
I shake myself and dig for a book in my bag, pulling it out; I stare at the cover, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry’s latest adventure. I had already read it four times, I was halfway through my fifth time, and on tenterhooks for the next instalment.
You stub the butt of you cigarette out in the ashtray nearby. Turning to me you grin and shake your head at the book in my hands.
“Let’s play chess,” you say, smirking at me.
I feel butterflies form in my stomach at the light in your eyes. Chess is your favourite game, and I know you’ll thrash me.
“Okay…” I whisper, unable to make my voice any louder.
You dig through your bag for your travel chess set, finding it; you set it up on the table. You motion to me and I settle opposite you. White moves first right? Evidently, because you move the pawn in front of your Queen-side knight out two squares. It’s your typical opening move.
Half-way through our game, you’ve collected both my knights, one of my castles and one of my bishops. You love winning in chess.
“Your turn,” you say, softly. You’re worried, though, I can tell. There is still the possibility of me placing your king in a pin.
I move my remaining bishop and that is exactly what happens.
“Checkmate, Janne,” I whisper.
You nod and lay down your King.
“Well played,” you say, kissing my forehead.
I blush profusely and you laugh.
We’re not playing the show until tomorrow night and it’s around ten. I’m tired for some reason.
“I’m going to go to sleep,” I say, stifling a yawn.
You nod and shut the open window as snow starts to drift down. “I’m going to go to sleep, too.”
We go to the bedroom, which is as nondescript as the rest of the hotel room. Cream walls, a stark, white bed with white bedding and two bedside tables with reading lamps.
You kick off your shoes and I turn around so I don’t see you getting changed. I hear the bedclothes rustle as you climb into bed.
“You can get changed now, I promise I wont look,” I can hear the smirk in your voice.
I look over to see you’ve pulled the duvet up and over your head. Quickly, I take off my shoes and strip to my boxers. Shivering, I get into bed beside you.
“Mikko?” You ask.
“Mhm,” I reply.
You say nothing. You merely pull me to you. I comply. I allow you to put warm, strong arms around my shivering frame. I look up into your warm brown eyes and smile because I am in your arms. Whether it is because you like me or because you don’t want me freezing to death, I don’t know.
You smile down at me and for a second, I believe that you’re in love with me.
What you do next proves that I’m right.
You kiss me softly, ever so softly. I melt into the kiss as my eyes flutter shut and your taste explodes against my lips. You taste like vanilla, rosemary and chocolate with a hint of cigarette smoke and coffee.
It is the start of something wonderful.
We fall asleep locked in a mutual embrace. I finally feel safe, secure and loved.
But that was then, and this is now.
You split up with me for Eicca, and I’ve not been the same since. I still love you.
Right now, I’m in my apartment, lying in bed, thinking about you. I wish you’d come back to me, but tonight you’re burning another fire.
The rain patters incessantly and I roll over and try to sleep.
I can’t.
For it’s been far too long since I felt you in my arms.
~Fin~
Author: hilson_is_love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Linbu & Beicca (secondary)
Summary: It’s been far too long since I felt you in my arms...
Prompt: #19: Alone
Notes: Fluffy angst.
My first Linbu-central fic, so be nice!
Disclaimer: DO, DK, NH, okies?
It’s been far too long since I felt you in my arms. It’s as if I don’t exist. You always seem to talk about him. I have to put up with considering I work with you. We don’t even talk like we used to, like we did before we became lovers.
I still remember the cold night, which caused us to share our first kiss. I still remember the lousy hotel bed we wound up on, after our usual hotel room shuffle.
I remember the tour distinctly.
It was the first tour we did with you after Love Metal was released. The band was gaining popularity and Ville’s drinking problems hadn’t become a burden yet.
The weather had been typical for Europe in winter, snow, ice, sleet, hail, rain, cold winds that bit exposed fingers and temperatures in the sub-zeros.
We had been becoming closer as the months had passed, and, though I didn’t tell you, I had feelings for you that went beyond the realms of friendship.
So, when we got put in the same hotel room (thanks to Seppo) I was excited.
You slide the key card into the slot on the door and push. The door swings inward and we walk inside, dragging our bags.
The room is nothing special, a mini-bar, a TV, a couch, a table, two chairs, a bathroom and a bedroom.
We ditch our bags and you light up the cigarette you’ve been dying to have since the plane from Helsinki touched down in Oulu. I watch you for a while, as you blow smoke rings out the open window, I’m deep in thought, so to speak.
I shake myself and dig for a book in my bag, pulling it out; I stare at the cover, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry’s latest adventure. I had already read it four times, I was halfway through my fifth time, and on tenterhooks for the next instalment.
You stub the butt of you cigarette out in the ashtray nearby. Turning to me you grin and shake your head at the book in my hands.
“Let’s play chess,” you say, smirking at me.
I feel butterflies form in my stomach at the light in your eyes. Chess is your favourite game, and I know you’ll thrash me.
“Okay…” I whisper, unable to make my voice any louder.
You dig through your bag for your travel chess set, finding it; you set it up on the table. You motion to me and I settle opposite you. White moves first right? Evidently, because you move the pawn in front of your Queen-side knight out two squares. It’s your typical opening move.
Half-way through our game, you’ve collected both my knights, one of my castles and one of my bishops. You love winning in chess.
“Your turn,” you say, softly. You’re worried, though, I can tell. There is still the possibility of me placing your king in a pin.
I move my remaining bishop and that is exactly what happens.
“Checkmate, Janne,” I whisper.
You nod and lay down your King.
“Well played,” you say, kissing my forehead.
I blush profusely and you laugh.
We’re not playing the show until tomorrow night and it’s around ten. I’m tired for some reason.
“I’m going to go to sleep,” I say, stifling a yawn.
You nod and shut the open window as snow starts to drift down. “I’m going to go to sleep, too.”
We go to the bedroom, which is as nondescript as the rest of the hotel room. Cream walls, a stark, white bed with white bedding and two bedside tables with reading lamps.
You kick off your shoes and I turn around so I don’t see you getting changed. I hear the bedclothes rustle as you climb into bed.
“You can get changed now, I promise I wont look,” I can hear the smirk in your voice.
I look over to see you’ve pulled the duvet up and over your head. Quickly, I take off my shoes and strip to my boxers. Shivering, I get into bed beside you.
“Mikko?” You ask.
“Mhm,” I reply.
You say nothing. You merely pull me to you. I comply. I allow you to put warm, strong arms around my shivering frame. I look up into your warm brown eyes and smile because I am in your arms. Whether it is because you like me or because you don’t want me freezing to death, I don’t know.
You smile down at me and for a second, I believe that you’re in love with me.
What you do next proves that I’m right.
You kiss me softly, ever so softly. I melt into the kiss as my eyes flutter shut and your taste explodes against my lips. You taste like vanilla, rosemary and chocolate with a hint of cigarette smoke and coffee.
It is the start of something wonderful.
We fall asleep locked in a mutual embrace. I finally feel safe, secure and loved.
But that was then, and this is now.
You split up with me for Eicca, and I’ve not been the same since. I still love you.
Right now, I’m in my apartment, lying in bed, thinking about you. I wish you’d come back to me, but tonight you’re burning another fire.
The rain patters incessantly and I roll over and try to sleep.
I can’t.
For it’s been far too long since I felt you in my arms.
~Fin~