When I'm With My Baby
Title: When I'm With My Baby
Fandom: The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
Pairing: Tick/Adam
Raiting: PG for mildly suggestive language, depiction of romantic homosexual relationship
Genre: Utter MUSH Romance.
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When I'm With My Baby
Tick sits on the edge of the balcony, having a smoke, swinging his legs, and trying not to grin like a maniac, and failing.
He feels like singing. He feels like skipping. He feels like a complete idiot.
But that's the thing. A complete idiot.
For the longest time, there'd been a hole inside him. It's horibly chliched, he knows, but what the hell. Drag Queens are good at cliches, even if he himself had managed to avoid most of them. He can proudly say that for the length of his career he'd never done Stevie or Cher or Marilyn or - god forbid - Liza, even if he has sunk to the depths that is Abba.
But really, that's Adam's fault. Everything's Adam's fault, including - espescially - that he's sitting here, grinning like a schoolboy, and seriously considering giggling.
Adam walks up to him, smiling curiously. "You're in a chipper mood," he grins. "What's gotten into you then?"
"You," Tick replies with a puckish grin, and knows the second he says it that Adam's going to take it the wrong way, the naughty way, and is suprised to find he really doesn't mind.
Sure enough, Adam's eyes go wide and he grins. "I think you've got that backward, Mitzi m'dear, unless my memory is starting to go already..."
Tick rolls his eyes and drags on his cigarette, but he just can't seem to stop himself from grinning. He just can't seem to feel pissed off about anything right now. Because even though he knows that it won't be perfect and happily ever after, there will be argumants and screaming and hurt and everything, there will be good years and bad years and maybe it won't even last one year, for right now he's in the magic time of feeling complete, of being whole for the first time in a long time.
It's a wonderfull feeling, and he wants to revel in it as long as it lasts. He feels the giggle welling up inside him, and he doesn't stop it.
Adam stares at him, and he knows the sight he must be: a 42 year old in a t-shirt and jeans, hair cut so short he's almost shaved, clutching a cigarette in his teeth, blue eyes sparkling behind - hurrah again for cliches! - pink-tinted sunglasses, giggling like a loon.
His heart leaps in sheer joy as Adam says, awe-struck, "You're a complete loon."
"Yes!" He cries joyfully, hugging Adam around the waist. "A complete loon!" He knows Adam won't have the faintest notion what he means, but he doesn't care.
But then, miracle of miracles, a flash of understanding lights up Adam's eyes, and he smiles.
"Well then," he murmurs softly, "That'd make two of us."
He sits down next to Tick and rests his head on Tick's shoulder.
Adam lets out a giggle himelf, then softly begins to sing.
"I don't care if the sun don't shine..."
There will be good years and bad years, but for right now, everything is perfect.
Completely perfect.
~~~
Awww. Tick/Adam OTP. As a side note, I just couldn't resist the dig at Minelli - damn bitch took my name!
Fandom: The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
Pairing: Tick/Adam
Raiting: PG for mildly suggestive language, depiction of romantic homosexual relationship
Genre: Utter MUSH Romance.
~~~
When I'm With My Baby
Tick sits on the edge of the balcony, having a smoke, swinging his legs, and trying not to grin like a maniac, and failing.
He feels like singing. He feels like skipping. He feels like a complete idiot.
But that's the thing. A complete idiot.
For the longest time, there'd been a hole inside him. It's horibly chliched, he knows, but what the hell. Drag Queens are good at cliches, even if he himself had managed to avoid most of them. He can proudly say that for the length of his career he'd never done Stevie or Cher or Marilyn or - god forbid - Liza, even if he has sunk to the depths that is Abba.
But really, that's Adam's fault. Everything's Adam's fault, including - espescially - that he's sitting here, grinning like a schoolboy, and seriously considering giggling.
Adam walks up to him, smiling curiously. "You're in a chipper mood," he grins. "What's gotten into you then?"
"You," Tick replies with a puckish grin, and knows the second he says it that Adam's going to take it the wrong way, the naughty way, and is suprised to find he really doesn't mind.
Sure enough, Adam's eyes go wide and he grins. "I think you've got that backward, Mitzi m'dear, unless my memory is starting to go already..."
Tick rolls his eyes and drags on his cigarette, but he just can't seem to stop himself from grinning. He just can't seem to feel pissed off about anything right now. Because even though he knows that it won't be perfect and happily ever after, there will be argumants and screaming and hurt and everything, there will be good years and bad years and maybe it won't even last one year, for right now he's in the magic time of feeling complete, of being whole for the first time in a long time.
It's a wonderfull feeling, and he wants to revel in it as long as it lasts. He feels the giggle welling up inside him, and he doesn't stop it.
Adam stares at him, and he knows the sight he must be: a 42 year old in a t-shirt and jeans, hair cut so short he's almost shaved, clutching a cigarette in his teeth, blue eyes sparkling behind - hurrah again for cliches! - pink-tinted sunglasses, giggling like a loon.
His heart leaps in sheer joy as Adam says, awe-struck, "You're a complete loon."
"Yes!" He cries joyfully, hugging Adam around the waist. "A complete loon!" He knows Adam won't have the faintest notion what he means, but he doesn't care.
But then, miracle of miracles, a flash of understanding lights up Adam's eyes, and he smiles.
"Well then," he murmurs softly, "That'd make two of us."
He sits down next to Tick and rests his head on Tick's shoulder.
Adam lets out a giggle himelf, then softly begins to sing.
"I don't care if the sun don't shine..."
There will be good years and bad years, but for right now, everything is perfect.
Completely perfect.
~~~
Awww. Tick/Adam OTP. As a side note, I just couldn't resist the dig at Minelli - damn bitch took my name!