fic: "Glow"
Title: Glow
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Rating: light PG
Disclaimer: not real, don't own a thing.
Words: 596
Summary: Early evening in Madrid.
A/N: Written on the prompt "sunset, fingernails, hair" from darklucia, who also served as beta.
Sergio stands on the balcony of his house, holding a glass of sangria in his hand. The condensation has left a ring on the railing he leans against, facing out towards the city below him. Madrid glows and smolders in the red light of sunset, the western ends of the buildings set alight by the varying hues of the sky. He smiles to himself- just a bit- and idly twirls the wine glass in his hand. The red of the sangria is much darker than that of Madrid below him, but they seem to fit together somehow. The balcony door opens behind him, and the smile returns to Sergio's face, growing wider as a hand casually comes to rest against the small of his back.
"Enjoying my city?" Fernando asks, settling against the railing to Sergio's right. His eyes are distant, surveying the city spread out before him.
"Mmm," agrees Sergio. He lets his eyes take in the cityscape a moment longer before setting down his glass on the earlier condensation ring and turning to face his companion. He cocks his head to the side and lets a flirtatious smile grace his features. "Can't get enough of it," he says. Fernando smirks in reply but doesn't turn his head. They stay like that a minute longer, Fernando watching the city and Sergio watching him. The silence between them is comfortable, intimate. Neither of them feel the need to rush. The sun will set for awhile longer.
With a small sigh Sergio tears his gaze away from Fernando and begins to critically examine his fingernails. They look a bit rough for his liking, and he finds himself frowning slightly at their appearance. The movement catches Fernando's eyes, and he looks over and observes his friend.
"What is it?" he asks, amusement coloring his voice.
"I'll have to take care of these when I get home," Sergio mutters, half to himself. Fernando chuckles, causing Sergio to look up. Their eyes meet, and Sergio smiles. "That, however, can wait," he continues as he reaches up and gently touches Fernando's cheek. Fernando's face tilts almost imperceptively into his lover's touch, their eyes never breaking contact. Sergio cups Fernando's face in his warm hand, letting himself get lost in the other man's eyes. The world narrows down, Madrid forgotten, until it's only the two of them on the balcony.
Suddenly Fernando's eyes flick upwards and he smiles. "What?" asks Sergio.
"Your hair," says Fernando softly, his eyes lit up. "I can never get over the way it looks in this light." Sergio blushes slightly, but he endeavors to ignore it. Fernando's hand reaches up and gently runs through the shining strands of Sergio's hair. Sergio turns his head into Fernando's hand, nuzzling lightly against it. Fernando has a look of awe on his face, which is replaced by a smile as their eyes meet again. Sergio thinks that maybe there's nothing more beautiful in all of Madrid. Fernando leans forward gently and Sergio meets him halfway, their lips meeting in a soft kiss.
They break apart, both turning in unison back out towards the city, letting the beauty of Madrid's sunset wash over them once more. Fernando pulls Sergio close, his arm around his lover's lower back, and rests his head on Sergio's shoulder with a happy sigh. Sergio rests his head against Fernando's and lets contentment fill him. They stay that way, each lost in thoughts of the other, until the sun has set below the horizon and the last fleeting streaks of light fade from the sky.
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Rating: light PG
Disclaimer: not real, don't own a thing.
Words: 596
Summary: Early evening in Madrid.
A/N: Written on the prompt "sunset, fingernails, hair" from darklucia, who also served as beta.
Sergio stands on the balcony of his house, holding a glass of sangria in his hand. The condensation has left a ring on the railing he leans against, facing out towards the city below him. Madrid glows and smolders in the red light of sunset, the western ends of the buildings set alight by the varying hues of the sky. He smiles to himself- just a bit- and idly twirls the wine glass in his hand. The red of the sangria is much darker than that of Madrid below him, but they seem to fit together somehow. The balcony door opens behind him, and the smile returns to Sergio's face, growing wider as a hand casually comes to rest against the small of his back.
"Enjoying my city?" Fernando asks, settling against the railing to Sergio's right. His eyes are distant, surveying the city spread out before him.
"Mmm," agrees Sergio. He lets his eyes take in the cityscape a moment longer before setting down his glass on the earlier condensation ring and turning to face his companion. He cocks his head to the side and lets a flirtatious smile grace his features. "Can't get enough of it," he says. Fernando smirks in reply but doesn't turn his head. They stay like that a minute longer, Fernando watching the city and Sergio watching him. The silence between them is comfortable, intimate. Neither of them feel the need to rush. The sun will set for awhile longer.
With a small sigh Sergio tears his gaze away from Fernando and begins to critically examine his fingernails. They look a bit rough for his liking, and he finds himself frowning slightly at their appearance. The movement catches Fernando's eyes, and he looks over and observes his friend.
"What is it?" he asks, amusement coloring his voice.
"I'll have to take care of these when I get home," Sergio mutters, half to himself. Fernando chuckles, causing Sergio to look up. Their eyes meet, and Sergio smiles. "That, however, can wait," he continues as he reaches up and gently touches Fernando's cheek. Fernando's face tilts almost imperceptively into his lover's touch, their eyes never breaking contact. Sergio cups Fernando's face in his warm hand, letting himself get lost in the other man's eyes. The world narrows down, Madrid forgotten, until it's only the two of them on the balcony.
Suddenly Fernando's eyes flick upwards and he smiles. "What?" asks Sergio.
"Your hair," says Fernando softly, his eyes lit up. "I can never get over the way it looks in this light." Sergio blushes slightly, but he endeavors to ignore it. Fernando's hand reaches up and gently runs through the shining strands of Sergio's hair. Sergio turns his head into Fernando's hand, nuzzling lightly against it. Fernando has a look of awe on his face, which is replaced by a smile as their eyes meet again. Sergio thinks that maybe there's nothing more beautiful in all of Madrid. Fernando leans forward gently and Sergio meets him halfway, their lips meeting in a soft kiss.
They break apart, both turning in unison back out towards the city, letting the beauty of Madrid's sunset wash over them once more. Fernando pulls Sergio close, his arm around his lover's lower back, and rests his head on Sergio's shoulder with a happy sigh. Sergio rests his head against Fernando's and lets contentment fill him. They stay that way, each lost in thoughts of the other, until the sun has set below the horizon and the last fleeting streaks of light fade from the sky.