2 Drabbles!
I got this out!
Title: Cookies
Pairing: Steven Gerrad / Xabi Alonso
Rating: G
Word Count:426
Disclaimer: Lies.
Summary: Something 'bout cookies.
Notes: Just a drabble, nothing more, nothing less.
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He presses the door bell at the front door. It didn't take long for Xabi to open the door, he smiled at Stevie, standing there, wet from head to toe from rushing through the storm outside.
"You're all wet." He said as he made way for Stevie to enter the doorway.
"I can see that, thanks." Xabi emerges from his room with a towel in his hands. He hands it over to Stevie. Stevie took it, and immediately dries his hair. Water droplets literally flew from his hair, onto Xabi.
"Stevie, you're getting water all over me. You want to take a shower first?" Stevie looks up, his hair tousled, like a puppy out of the shower. Xabi smiles at the sight, even though he is irritated with the water sprinkling on him. Stevie nods, then makes a move to Xabi's bathroom.
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He emerge from the warm shower, his hair wet, water droplets fresh on his body. He wiped himself dry with a towel, then pulled on a shirt Xabi'd given to him. He came out from Xabi's room, the towel around his neck. He sat by the counter, and a new ornament, an intricately painted jar, that rested there. Out of curiosity, Stevie opened the jar. The fresh smell of cookies greeted him straight in the face. He coughed, the smell of the cookies overwhelming him.
"Cookies?" He said out loud.
"What do you mean, 'cookies?'" came the sharp reply from the kitchen. Xabi approached the counter with 2 cups of coffee. He set them down and watched as Stevie munched on a cookie. Stevie made a face after the first bite.
"Chocolate chip cookies?" He said again. Xabi's brow furrowed.
"Anything wrong with chocolate chip cookies?"
"Of all types of cookies, why chocolate chip?" Stevie shot back. Xabi rolled his eyes.
"Why not chocolate chip?" Xabi asked, determined to find out what was wrong between Stevie and chocolate chip cookies.
"Xabi, I mean, why not pick the cookies with nuts? Don't you think they taste much better?"
"No..." Xabi says, looking at Stevie with a questioning look in his eyes. "Honestly, what's between you and chocolate chip?"
"N-nothing. I'm just... surprised you have chocolate chip cookies." His eyes shifted around. Xabi leans over the counter and cups Stevie's face in his hands, closing the distance between them. Their noses almost touching, he look straight into those eyes.
"I don't need cookies with nuts." He said, "Because I go nuts nearly everytime I see you." With that, he closed the final distance between them.
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Title: Kissing
Pairing: Steven Gerrard / Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG
Word Count: 671
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, more lies.
Summary: Kisses, kisses, more kisses.
Notes: Another drabble. I got the idea from a book I was reading.
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The first time Steven Gerrad kissed Xabi Alonso, it was but a short peck on the lips, but it was enough to shake Steven till he could not sleep. That night, after the Champions League final against AC Milan, Steven never looked at Xabi like before. His mind often wondered about, thinking about how good Xabi looked. He soon forgot that he had a fiance and two adorable children.
That night, he sat in the room in which he shared with Xabi alone. He sat on his bed, alone, staring down at his palms, thinking about what he had done. As he looked back, he realised it was because he had begged Xabi to kiss him as he looked at it from another angle. Had he not turned around, Xabi would not kiss him. What if it wasn't Xabi? He asked himself. What if he was Sami? Or Jerzy? Or even Carra? He shook his head. No. He must stop thinking about this. He fell back, and just as his head hit the pillow, the door opened and Xabi entered. He sprung up immediately.
Xabi jumped at Steven's sudden movement. He looked at Steven, eyes wide. "What was that for?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat, then made his way to sit on the bed opposite of Steven.
Steven could not find any words to speak. He did not even know why he was feeling jittery around his roommate. Butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach by now. "I... Uh..." He began. Xabi looked at him, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"Yeah....."
"Xa-XabiIcan'tbelieveyoukissedmeonthepitchjustnow, Imeanwhatwerewethinking?" It was like he was possessed. He stared wide-eyed at the Spaniard.
"S-Sorry?" Xabi asked. "You were speaking a little to fast for me." He chuckled a little. How could he laugh at this? Steven thought. Here he was all flustered and jittery, and Xabi was there chuckling to himself.
"I said." He began again. "I-I can't believe you kissed me on the pitch just now."
Xabi looked at Steven, his expression a little shocked. "What do you mean I kissed you? You were the one asking for it!"
"N-No. I meant, I'm sorry! No! I meant that, what were we thinking?"
"What were you thinking?" Xabi retorted. Steven sighed and hunched his shoulders, a sign that he'd given up on the argument. "Steven?"
He looked up as the Spaniard called his name. "Y-You want to do it again, don't you?" Xabi says with a cheeky smile on his face. Steven turns red almost immediately.
"I-" Before he could continue, Xabi had moved over to his bed and had seated himself beside his captain. He put his hand on Steven's neck, causing Steven to freeze. Xabi leaned closer, and so did Steven, but Steven was jerky, unsure. Xabi's lips brushed Steven's. Steven leaned a little closer at the wrong time, causeing their foreheads to hit against each other. Xabi pulled away, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"That hurt you know." He said. Steven hisses to show his pain. Xabi continues, "Do you know how to kiss?"
Steven huffed, "Ye-yes! I mean, I have a fiance!"
Xabi's furrowed his brow. "Then? How'd you explain what happened just now?"
Steven opened his mouth to say something, but closed it in the end. "Just mouth the word 'olive' when our lips touch si?" Xabi said, a little irritation audible in his voice.
"I know how to!" Steven retorts. Xabi rolls his eyes, but moves closer to Steven in the end. Again, he places his palm on Steven's neck and begins close the distance. Steven feels a little less tense than the first attempt. Their lips move closer and closer. As they brushed against each other, Steven still mouths the word 'olive' and their lips touched with perfection. Xabi's tongue slides into Steven's mouth. Steven finds his arms uncontrollably snaking around Xabi's waist. They gasped against each other, and catching Steven a little off-guard, Xabi pulls them both down on the bed.
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I never thought I'd finish it today. XD Both. I still have one more 5 things fic to go! With the holidays coming, I'm sure I can get it out.
Title: Cookies
Pairing: Steven Gerrad / Xabi Alonso
Rating: G
Word Count:426
Disclaimer: Lies.
Summary: Something 'bout cookies.
Notes: Just a drabble, nothing more, nothing less.
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He presses the door bell at the front door. It didn't take long for Xabi to open the door, he smiled at Stevie, standing there, wet from head to toe from rushing through the storm outside.
"You're all wet." He said as he made way for Stevie to enter the doorway.
"I can see that, thanks." Xabi emerges from his room with a towel in his hands. He hands it over to Stevie. Stevie took it, and immediately dries his hair. Water droplets literally flew from his hair, onto Xabi.
"Stevie, you're getting water all over me. You want to take a shower first?" Stevie looks up, his hair tousled, like a puppy out of the shower. Xabi smiles at the sight, even though he is irritated with the water sprinkling on him. Stevie nods, then makes a move to Xabi's bathroom.
~
He emerge from the warm shower, his hair wet, water droplets fresh on his body. He wiped himself dry with a towel, then pulled on a shirt Xabi'd given to him. He came out from Xabi's room, the towel around his neck. He sat by the counter, and a new ornament, an intricately painted jar, that rested there. Out of curiosity, Stevie opened the jar. The fresh smell of cookies greeted him straight in the face. He coughed, the smell of the cookies overwhelming him.
"Cookies?" He said out loud.
"What do you mean, 'cookies?'" came the sharp reply from the kitchen. Xabi approached the counter with 2 cups of coffee. He set them down and watched as Stevie munched on a cookie. Stevie made a face after the first bite.
"Chocolate chip cookies?" He said again. Xabi's brow furrowed.
"Anything wrong with chocolate chip cookies?"
"Of all types of cookies, why chocolate chip?" Stevie shot back. Xabi rolled his eyes.
"Why not chocolate chip?" Xabi asked, determined to find out what was wrong between Stevie and chocolate chip cookies.
"Xabi, I mean, why not pick the cookies with nuts? Don't you think they taste much better?"
"No..." Xabi says, looking at Stevie with a questioning look in his eyes. "Honestly, what's between you and chocolate chip?"
"N-nothing. I'm just... surprised you have chocolate chip cookies." His eyes shifted around. Xabi leans over the counter and cups Stevie's face in his hands, closing the distance between them. Their noses almost touching, he look straight into those eyes.
"I don't need cookies with nuts." He said, "Because I go nuts nearly everytime I see you." With that, he closed the final distance between them.
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Title: Kissing
Pairing: Steven Gerrard / Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG
Word Count: 671
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, more lies.
Summary: Kisses, kisses, more kisses.
Notes: Another drabble. I got the idea from a book I was reading.
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The first time Steven Gerrad kissed Xabi Alonso, it was but a short peck on the lips, but it was enough to shake Steven till he could not sleep. That night, after the Champions League final against AC Milan, Steven never looked at Xabi like before. His mind often wondered about, thinking about how good Xabi looked. He soon forgot that he had a fiance and two adorable children.
That night, he sat in the room in which he shared with Xabi alone. He sat on his bed, alone, staring down at his palms, thinking about what he had done. As he looked back, he realised it was because he had begged Xabi to kiss him as he looked at it from another angle. Had he not turned around, Xabi would not kiss him. What if it wasn't Xabi? He asked himself. What if he was Sami? Or Jerzy? Or even Carra? He shook his head. No. He must stop thinking about this. He fell back, and just as his head hit the pillow, the door opened and Xabi entered. He sprung up immediately.
Xabi jumped at Steven's sudden movement. He looked at Steven, eyes wide. "What was that for?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat, then made his way to sit on the bed opposite of Steven.
Steven could not find any words to speak. He did not even know why he was feeling jittery around his roommate. Butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach by now. "I... Uh..." He began. Xabi looked at him, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"Yeah....."
"Xa-XabiIcan'tbelieveyoukissedmeonthepitchjustnow, Imeanwhatwerewethinking?" It was like he was possessed. He stared wide-eyed at the Spaniard.
"S-Sorry?" Xabi asked. "You were speaking a little to fast for me." He chuckled a little. How could he laugh at this? Steven thought. Here he was all flustered and jittery, and Xabi was there chuckling to himself.
"I said." He began again. "I-I can't believe you kissed me on the pitch just now."
Xabi looked at Steven, his expression a little shocked. "What do you mean I kissed you? You were the one asking for it!"
"N-No. I meant, I'm sorry! No! I meant that, what were we thinking?"
"What were you thinking?" Xabi retorted. Steven sighed and hunched his shoulders, a sign that he'd given up on the argument. "Steven?"
He looked up as the Spaniard called his name. "Y-You want to do it again, don't you?" Xabi says with a cheeky smile on his face. Steven turns red almost immediately.
"I-" Before he could continue, Xabi had moved over to his bed and had seated himself beside his captain. He put his hand on Steven's neck, causing Steven to freeze. Xabi leaned closer, and so did Steven, but Steven was jerky, unsure. Xabi's lips brushed Steven's. Steven leaned a little closer at the wrong time, causeing their foreheads to hit against each other. Xabi pulled away, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"That hurt you know." He said. Steven hisses to show his pain. Xabi continues, "Do you know how to kiss?"
Steven huffed, "Ye-yes! I mean, I have a fiance!"
Xabi's furrowed his brow. "Then? How'd you explain what happened just now?"
Steven opened his mouth to say something, but closed it in the end. "Just mouth the word 'olive' when our lips touch si?" Xabi said, a little irritation audible in his voice.
"I know how to!" Steven retorts. Xabi rolls his eyes, but moves closer to Steven in the end. Again, he places his palm on Steven's neck and begins close the distance. Steven feels a little less tense than the first attempt. Their lips move closer and closer. As they brushed against each other, Steven still mouths the word 'olive' and their lips touched with perfection. Xabi's tongue slides into Steven's mouth. Steven finds his arms uncontrollably snaking around Xabi's waist. They gasped against each other, and catching Steven a little off-guard, Xabi pulls them both down on the bed.
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I never thought I'd finish it today. XD Both. I still have one more 5 things fic to go! With the holidays coming, I'm sure I can get it out.