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Title: Fanfic100 Drabbles. (23/100)
Author: Lalaith86 (Sila)
Rating: All rating are present. Warning for *whisper*characterdeath*whisper*. *shifty-eyes*
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Summary: The first 23 drabbles from the Fanfic100 table.
Feedback: Please, please, please! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nothing, nada! That should about cover it.
Author’s Note: All drabbles are 100 words exactly.
I figured I'd add the first 8 as well, just because. : P And I hate writing colour-prompts. I never get good ideas for them. *grumbles*
~
001.Beginnings.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Flabbergasted by the unfriendly tone, Rob nervously righted his ponytail. Trying to smile, he sought to find eyes through long and messy tresses of hair. Eventually the man moved, his hair parting.
Harsh eyes bore into him, speaking of distrust, causing a shiver to run down Rob’s spine. Whether it was fear, or fascination, who knew?
“I’m Rob,” he stammered, gingerly reaching out his hand. Did he trust this total stranger?
The Sheik’s nephew - he still didn’t know his name - stared at the hand, then snorted derisively. It was all the welcome he ever got.
~
002.Middles.
“Would you relax?”
Sabu’s glaring eyes proved enough of an answer, so Rob sighed. His friend’s pacing was getting to him, and there was very little he could do.
“I hate this.”
“I know, but it can’t be helped. Now sit down, please.”
Some more grumbling, then Sabu finally took a seat. Just outside the door they could hear movement and quiet laughter. It only caused Sabu to huff and puff even more.
Rolling his eyes, Rob hoped their friends would hurry up. All this birthday fuss over turning forty, he knew Sabu couldn’t take it. And neither could he.
~
003.Ends.
Staring at dull stone, the engraved letters way too artsy, Sabu could feel the cold wind biting at him. Somewhere behind him, he knew, someone was watching him. Someone was always watching him.
Feeling his eyes burn, he fought it like he always did. Like he always had. He hadn’t expected Rob to go first.
Shuddering at the acknowledgment of that, he focused tired eyes on the moss that had gradually started to erase Rob’s name. He should get someone to take care of that.
In the silence, and the biting cold, a single strangled sob left a broken man.
~
004.Insides.
Feeling Rob’s eyes on him, Sabu glared. All out of mere habit, but the amused chuckle was well worth it anyway. Rob did enough of that, staring at him. Shifting, Sabu could just see the adoring gleam in his partner’s eyes.
“What do you see?”
Surprise, then Rob’s gaze fell on him. Like always, there was sincerity there.
“Dedication, will-power, a touch of madness, and a fiery passion I envy you for.”
Feeling a hand brush his shoulder, Sabu figured he could live with that, though it wasn’t what he’d asked. Rob had always been more about the inside anyway.
~
005.Outsides.
“I’ll never get why you’re fine walking around half-naked in front of thousands, but cover up around me.”
There was something akin to annoyance in Rob’s voice, but Sabu hurriedly finished dressing anyway.
“I value your opinion more,” he muttered, watching Rob’s movements from the corner of his eyes. Knowing him, he’d get philosophical and annoyingly clingy, both at the same time.
“But I like your grouchy ass. Why cover up?”
A cocky grin, eyes shining. For a moment Sabu didn’t know what to say. Rob’s curiosity was obvious, and he had to answer somehow. He sighed.
“Because I don’t.”
~
006.Hours.
He waited. Like many times before, Rob found himself propped up against a wall as Sabu discussed - or argued - the many decisions concerning his career. With Heyman on one side, and an annoyed Sabu on the other, it could take a while.
Ignoring the mocking smile from Taz walking by, Rob stared at the door and imagined he could see the fire in Sabu’s eyes. How Heyman refused him, he didn’t know. Rob could never refuse him anything.
The door opened and Rob got up.
“Let’s go,” Sabu muttered, without really noticing him. He knew Rob’d always be there. Waiting.
~
007.Days.
It had been days and Sabu hadn’t yet commented on what they’d done. He’d tried several times to bring it up, bring up the one thing that bothered them both, but Sabu refused.
Too many beers had been the cause, though Rob also knew it had been a long time coming. Slurred words, then greedy lips, and both had temporarily forgotten that kissing wasn’t part of their unlikely friendship.
Thinking Sabu might be pondering the same, Rob didn’t dare look. He’d give it a few more days. When it would be nothing but a memory, and he’d mourn the loss.
~
008.Weeks
Hurrying, but pretending not to, Rob pushed and prodded at the content of his bag. He didn’t have the patience to fold his clothes, but also knew it would be hard to make them fit. Eventually he threw some meaningless jacket with the trash and shut the door. He was nervous.
It had been a while. Walking down, the mere sight of his partner exciting him, he knew it had also been too long.
Seeing the flash of a smile as eyes met, Rob realised that in the end, even weeks apart didn’t matter. Mere moments were all they needed.
~
009.Months.
Ducking his head, hiding under a garish cap and the cover of his jacket, Sabu tried to steer clear of the crowds. WWE signs glared at him, teasing him as he set foot - not for the first time - in a place he never thought he’d be.
Pushing open the doors, he was greeted by unfamiliar faces, frantic pacing, and the unmistakable air of a wrestling show. Already he was tired of it.
Then he heard his name being called, and suddenly he remembered why he’d given in so many months ago. Losing himself in shining eyes, Rob’s joy was enough.
~
010.Years.
Looking back on his years with ECW, Rob wished he hadn’t felt so angry towards the company at times. Moronic booking, Paul not seeing his full potential soon enough, it had made him sometimes detest where he was.
Not so now. Now the thought of days gone by, with the rabid fans, the stunning moves, and the camaraderie between friends, made his eyes sadden. And he wished it didn’t.
Especially as he watched Sabu stare dully at old tapes, the blank stare as he walked around backstage, his body broken, did Rob wish that the future hadn’t come so soon.
~
011.Red.
“You okay?” Rob asked, hearing the unmistakable quiver in his own voice. He’d been watching on the monitor, the red shine of blood clear as it dripped down Sabu’s arm. It had made his eyes widen and his heart stop.
Now, as he watched Sabu from a distance - not wanting to crowd the already grouchy man - he wondered if Sabu even cared these days.
“It’s just a cut,” Sabu murmured, focusing intently on applying the tape just right. They’d need to get it stitched up.
Staring at the blood staining the floor, Rob knew he’d dislike the colour red forever.
~
012.Orange.
Sabu scowled at the pants he’d been given. Old, tattered, and quite clearly orange in colour. Old he could live with, tattered was normally the result of his matches anyway, but orange was most definitely out of the question. Orange was Taz’s colour, and that was enough.
Rob, standing next to him, laughed. He too seemed to realise what this meant.
“Hey, that’s what happens when you forget your shit.”
Glaring at him, Sabu held the garments with apprehension. Grumbling furiously as he got dressed, he could already imagine what Taz would say. All he knew, it wouldn’t be pretty.
~
013.Yellow.
Sabu liked the colour yellow. It was a colour that represented everything he was not, but he liked it anyway. It was bright, sunny, and cheered people up. None qualities he possessed. Yet, he wore many a pair of yellow pants, and would sometimes choose a yellow shirt just because.
Rob hated the colour yellow. It was a colour that represented everything about him, but he abhorred it. That was exactly the reason why, when Sabu showed up wearing the most ghastly of yellow shirts, he chose to undress him as soon as possible. Like he needed any other reason.
~
014.Green.
There was something about the way the kid looked at Sabu that made Rob’s blood boil. Obvious adoration, a perfect mirror image of how Rob had been all those years ago. Lost in the swirling mass of TNA, he could do nothing but stare at them, jealousy flaring. Then, with bright smiles and gleeful eyes, the boy hurried off, leaving Sabu to glance around.
“Who was that?!” Rob asked, surprised at the edge to his voice. Sabu didn’t seem to notice, for his answer was calm.
“Sonjay Dutt.” A smile. “He reminds me of you.”
Rob knew, and hated it.
~
015.Blue.
Rob snickered at the flash of blue that suddenly appeared on the screen. Sabu, pretty damn annoyed with his opponent, could clearly be seen pulling his pants back up, cursing along the way. Relaxing in his chair - he was done already - Rob continued watching. Sabu’d be done soon too.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before he came crashing through the curtains, muttering about stupid jokes and moronic people. Rob could do nothing but smile.
Then he got up, pulling his partner to the side.
“That was interesting,” Rob whispered. “I’d like to see more of that.”
Sabu just glared.
~
016.Purple.
When Sabu caught sight of what Rob had been hiding, there was utter bewilderment on his face. Dark eyes, glued to the bruises on Rob’s wrist, seemed unable to grasp what it meant. Rob saw the shock, and eventually the shame, making him cringe.
“I’m fine.”
And he was, but as Sabu turned away and walked out, Rob knew that this was different. It hadn’t been an accident in the ring, or a midnight stumble, it had been Sabu’s hand holding on too tight as he gave in to lust. Rob was okay, but right now, he knew Sabu wasn’t.
~
017.Brown.
“That’s...something else.”
Rob stared at the ugly carpeting, dodgy bed and cheap furniture. There was an obvious theme to the room, ranging from butt-ugly brown to no-way-in-hell. Even a lick of black would stand out like a sore thumb in this scheme of disastrous wood.
“How did we get this shitty place?”
Sabu smirked. “They must really hate you.”
Not amused, Rob checked to see if the sheets too were of that same colour. They weren’t. Walking past him, Sabu seemed oddly cheerful. Realising with his sense of style, Sabu might find this pretty, Rob didn’t even bother to ask.
~
018.Black.
One heated stare was all it took for Rob to feel himself shiver. Across the room, grumpily sandwiched between Sandman and Dreamer, Sabu was glaring at him. Rob tried relaxing, but knowing that his lover was looking at him made him squirm.
His eyes had always been the one thing Rob couldn’t escape. On him, ignoring him, talking to him, they seemed to do more than anything else about the man. They could turn from pitch-black to a burning charcoal, lust adding an intense shine.
Sitting there, Rob wondered how there could be that many shades to the colour black.
~
019.White.
Curled up comfortably, Rob was glad that his partner wasn’t awake. Knowing him, there’d be some sort of sarcastic comment, and right now Rob just wanted to wake up, slowly.
Turning lazy eyes to his right, he watched Sabu’s chest rise and fall steadily, his skin dark against the pristine white sheets. They’d been haphazardly thrown over him the night before, but with all the twisting and turning Sabu did, it had wrapped around the man’s waist and stayed there. Rob didn’t mind.
Watching the - for once - relaxed features of his lover, he revelled in the calm of morning.
~
020.Colourless.
Another drink, another hotel-room. Day in day out; the driving endless. He was used to it, the constant travelling part of him, but that didn’t rid him of this feeling of loss.
Nothing looked new, everything had been done before, and as days passed, no thrills were found. His life had become a black and white movie. Everything was the same; dull and empty.
Yet, as he caught a flash of tawny hair, he had to smile. While the rest of his world could be incredibly bleak, there was always this one vibrant colour making it all worth his while.
~
021.Friends.
“It was an accident! Please..”
Rob tried giving a pleading smile, but the big biker opposite him did not look the type to take to that. Instead the man advanced, his earlier anger at Rob - accidentally, too - spilling a drink on him not vanished yet. It probably wouldn’t anytime soon.
“I’m going to rearrange that pretty fa- Son of a bitch!”
The outcry due to a chair hitting him in the head was enough to give Rob an opening. Bounding out, he just caught the guy’s friends rallying. Sabu, having dropped the chair, was out of the door even faster.
~
022.Enemies.
It was a total rush; the sight of glaring eyes, harsh growls and tensing limbs. Standing opposite Sabu, Rob relished in the annoyed movements of his eyes, courtesy of every word Rob threw at him. They were sparring, words vicious and gestures unkind, and Rob loved it.
Being able to rile him up was a special sensation. Rob always shivered when Sabu snarled and things got heated. Yes, playing enemies in the ring was something Rob thoroughly enjoyed, loved that he could provoke so many reactions from the man.
And above all, he loved making it up to him afterwards.
~
023.Lovers.
“You’re such an asshole sometimes,” Rob murmured, gingerly touching the back of his head. They’d been lying in bed, Sabu half-asleep and Rob just relaxing. It had been rather peaceful, Rob reflected, right up to the point where he made the mistake of not warning Sabu when he sneakily moved on top of him, and an elbow almost knocked him out cold.
Rob grinned. “We suck at this lovers thing, you know that?”
It was okay, though. Being lovers wasn’t about random bouts of sex, or interesting positions, it was about recognizing your partner’s faults, and loving them for it.
Author: Lalaith86 (Sila)
Rating: All rating are present. Warning for *whisper*characterdeath*whisper*. *shifty-eyes*
Pairing: RVD/Sabu
Summary: The first 23 drabbles from the Fanfic100 table.
Feedback: Please, please, please! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nothing, nada! That should about cover it.
Author’s Note: All drabbles are 100 words exactly.
I figured I'd add the first 8 as well, just because. : P And I hate writing colour-prompts. I never get good ideas for them. *grumbles*
~
001.Beginnings.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Flabbergasted by the unfriendly tone, Rob nervously righted his ponytail. Trying to smile, he sought to find eyes through long and messy tresses of hair. Eventually the man moved, his hair parting.
Harsh eyes bore into him, speaking of distrust, causing a shiver to run down Rob’s spine. Whether it was fear, or fascination, who knew?
“I’m Rob,” he stammered, gingerly reaching out his hand. Did he trust this total stranger?
The Sheik’s nephew - he still didn’t know his name - stared at the hand, then snorted derisively. It was all the welcome he ever got.
~
002.Middles.
“Would you relax?”
Sabu’s glaring eyes proved enough of an answer, so Rob sighed. His friend’s pacing was getting to him, and there was very little he could do.
“I hate this.”
“I know, but it can’t be helped. Now sit down, please.”
Some more grumbling, then Sabu finally took a seat. Just outside the door they could hear movement and quiet laughter. It only caused Sabu to huff and puff even more.
Rolling his eyes, Rob hoped their friends would hurry up. All this birthday fuss over turning forty, he knew Sabu couldn’t take it. And neither could he.
~
003.Ends.
Staring at dull stone, the engraved letters way too artsy, Sabu could feel the cold wind biting at him. Somewhere behind him, he knew, someone was watching him. Someone was always watching him.
Feeling his eyes burn, he fought it like he always did. Like he always had. He hadn’t expected Rob to go first.
Shuddering at the acknowledgment of that, he focused tired eyes on the moss that had gradually started to erase Rob’s name. He should get someone to take care of that.
In the silence, and the biting cold, a single strangled sob left a broken man.
~
004.Insides.
Feeling Rob’s eyes on him, Sabu glared. All out of mere habit, but the amused chuckle was well worth it anyway. Rob did enough of that, staring at him. Shifting, Sabu could just see the adoring gleam in his partner’s eyes.
“What do you see?”
Surprise, then Rob’s gaze fell on him. Like always, there was sincerity there.
“Dedication, will-power, a touch of madness, and a fiery passion I envy you for.”
Feeling a hand brush his shoulder, Sabu figured he could live with that, though it wasn’t what he’d asked. Rob had always been more about the inside anyway.
~
005.Outsides.
“I’ll never get why you’re fine walking around half-naked in front of thousands, but cover up around me.”
There was something akin to annoyance in Rob’s voice, but Sabu hurriedly finished dressing anyway.
“I value your opinion more,” he muttered, watching Rob’s movements from the corner of his eyes. Knowing him, he’d get philosophical and annoyingly clingy, both at the same time.
“But I like your grouchy ass. Why cover up?”
A cocky grin, eyes shining. For a moment Sabu didn’t know what to say. Rob’s curiosity was obvious, and he had to answer somehow. He sighed.
“Because I don’t.”
~
006.Hours.
He waited. Like many times before, Rob found himself propped up against a wall as Sabu discussed - or argued - the many decisions concerning his career. With Heyman on one side, and an annoyed Sabu on the other, it could take a while.
Ignoring the mocking smile from Taz walking by, Rob stared at the door and imagined he could see the fire in Sabu’s eyes. How Heyman refused him, he didn’t know. Rob could never refuse him anything.
The door opened and Rob got up.
“Let’s go,” Sabu muttered, without really noticing him. He knew Rob’d always be there. Waiting.
~
007.Days.
It had been days and Sabu hadn’t yet commented on what they’d done. He’d tried several times to bring it up, bring up the one thing that bothered them both, but Sabu refused.
Too many beers had been the cause, though Rob also knew it had been a long time coming. Slurred words, then greedy lips, and both had temporarily forgotten that kissing wasn’t part of their unlikely friendship.
Thinking Sabu might be pondering the same, Rob didn’t dare look. He’d give it a few more days. When it would be nothing but a memory, and he’d mourn the loss.
~
008.Weeks
Hurrying, but pretending not to, Rob pushed and prodded at the content of his bag. He didn’t have the patience to fold his clothes, but also knew it would be hard to make them fit. Eventually he threw some meaningless jacket with the trash and shut the door. He was nervous.
It had been a while. Walking down, the mere sight of his partner exciting him, he knew it had also been too long.
Seeing the flash of a smile as eyes met, Rob realised that in the end, even weeks apart didn’t matter. Mere moments were all they needed.
~
009.Months.
Ducking his head, hiding under a garish cap and the cover of his jacket, Sabu tried to steer clear of the crowds. WWE signs glared at him, teasing him as he set foot - not for the first time - in a place he never thought he’d be.
Pushing open the doors, he was greeted by unfamiliar faces, frantic pacing, and the unmistakable air of a wrestling show. Already he was tired of it.
Then he heard his name being called, and suddenly he remembered why he’d given in so many months ago. Losing himself in shining eyes, Rob’s joy was enough.
~
010.Years.
Looking back on his years with ECW, Rob wished he hadn’t felt so angry towards the company at times. Moronic booking, Paul not seeing his full potential soon enough, it had made him sometimes detest where he was.
Not so now. Now the thought of days gone by, with the rabid fans, the stunning moves, and the camaraderie between friends, made his eyes sadden. And he wished it didn’t.
Especially as he watched Sabu stare dully at old tapes, the blank stare as he walked around backstage, his body broken, did Rob wish that the future hadn’t come so soon.
~
011.Red.
“You okay?” Rob asked, hearing the unmistakable quiver in his own voice. He’d been watching on the monitor, the red shine of blood clear as it dripped down Sabu’s arm. It had made his eyes widen and his heart stop.
Now, as he watched Sabu from a distance - not wanting to crowd the already grouchy man - he wondered if Sabu even cared these days.
“It’s just a cut,” Sabu murmured, focusing intently on applying the tape just right. They’d need to get it stitched up.
Staring at the blood staining the floor, Rob knew he’d dislike the colour red forever.
~
012.Orange.
Sabu scowled at the pants he’d been given. Old, tattered, and quite clearly orange in colour. Old he could live with, tattered was normally the result of his matches anyway, but orange was most definitely out of the question. Orange was Taz’s colour, and that was enough.
Rob, standing next to him, laughed. He too seemed to realise what this meant.
“Hey, that’s what happens when you forget your shit.”
Glaring at him, Sabu held the garments with apprehension. Grumbling furiously as he got dressed, he could already imagine what Taz would say. All he knew, it wouldn’t be pretty.
~
013.Yellow.
Sabu liked the colour yellow. It was a colour that represented everything he was not, but he liked it anyway. It was bright, sunny, and cheered people up. None qualities he possessed. Yet, he wore many a pair of yellow pants, and would sometimes choose a yellow shirt just because.
Rob hated the colour yellow. It was a colour that represented everything about him, but he abhorred it. That was exactly the reason why, when Sabu showed up wearing the most ghastly of yellow shirts, he chose to undress him as soon as possible. Like he needed any other reason.
~
014.Green.
There was something about the way the kid looked at Sabu that made Rob’s blood boil. Obvious adoration, a perfect mirror image of how Rob had been all those years ago. Lost in the swirling mass of TNA, he could do nothing but stare at them, jealousy flaring. Then, with bright smiles and gleeful eyes, the boy hurried off, leaving Sabu to glance around.
“Who was that?!” Rob asked, surprised at the edge to his voice. Sabu didn’t seem to notice, for his answer was calm.
“Sonjay Dutt.” A smile. “He reminds me of you.”
Rob knew, and hated it.
~
015.Blue.
Rob snickered at the flash of blue that suddenly appeared on the screen. Sabu, pretty damn annoyed with his opponent, could clearly be seen pulling his pants back up, cursing along the way. Relaxing in his chair - he was done already - Rob continued watching. Sabu’d be done soon too.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before he came crashing through the curtains, muttering about stupid jokes and moronic people. Rob could do nothing but smile.
Then he got up, pulling his partner to the side.
“That was interesting,” Rob whispered. “I’d like to see more of that.”
Sabu just glared.
~
016.Purple.
When Sabu caught sight of what Rob had been hiding, there was utter bewilderment on his face. Dark eyes, glued to the bruises on Rob’s wrist, seemed unable to grasp what it meant. Rob saw the shock, and eventually the shame, making him cringe.
“I’m fine.”
And he was, but as Sabu turned away and walked out, Rob knew that this was different. It hadn’t been an accident in the ring, or a midnight stumble, it had been Sabu’s hand holding on too tight as he gave in to lust. Rob was okay, but right now, he knew Sabu wasn’t.
~
017.Brown.
“That’s...something else.”
Rob stared at the ugly carpeting, dodgy bed and cheap furniture. There was an obvious theme to the room, ranging from butt-ugly brown to no-way-in-hell. Even a lick of black would stand out like a sore thumb in this scheme of disastrous wood.
“How did we get this shitty place?”
Sabu smirked. “They must really hate you.”
Not amused, Rob checked to see if the sheets too were of that same colour. They weren’t. Walking past him, Sabu seemed oddly cheerful. Realising with his sense of style, Sabu might find this pretty, Rob didn’t even bother to ask.
~
018.Black.
One heated stare was all it took for Rob to feel himself shiver. Across the room, grumpily sandwiched between Sandman and Dreamer, Sabu was glaring at him. Rob tried relaxing, but knowing that his lover was looking at him made him squirm.
His eyes had always been the one thing Rob couldn’t escape. On him, ignoring him, talking to him, they seemed to do more than anything else about the man. They could turn from pitch-black to a burning charcoal, lust adding an intense shine.
Sitting there, Rob wondered how there could be that many shades to the colour black.
~
019.White.
Curled up comfortably, Rob was glad that his partner wasn’t awake. Knowing him, there’d be some sort of sarcastic comment, and right now Rob just wanted to wake up, slowly.
Turning lazy eyes to his right, he watched Sabu’s chest rise and fall steadily, his skin dark against the pristine white sheets. They’d been haphazardly thrown over him the night before, but with all the twisting and turning Sabu did, it had wrapped around the man’s waist and stayed there. Rob didn’t mind.
Watching the - for once - relaxed features of his lover, he revelled in the calm of morning.
~
020.Colourless.
Another drink, another hotel-room. Day in day out; the driving endless. He was used to it, the constant travelling part of him, but that didn’t rid him of this feeling of loss.
Nothing looked new, everything had been done before, and as days passed, no thrills were found. His life had become a black and white movie. Everything was the same; dull and empty.
Yet, as he caught a flash of tawny hair, he had to smile. While the rest of his world could be incredibly bleak, there was always this one vibrant colour making it all worth his while.
~
021.Friends.
“It was an accident! Please..”
Rob tried giving a pleading smile, but the big biker opposite him did not look the type to take to that. Instead the man advanced, his earlier anger at Rob - accidentally, too - spilling a drink on him not vanished yet. It probably wouldn’t anytime soon.
“I’m going to rearrange that pretty fa- Son of a bitch!”
The outcry due to a chair hitting him in the head was enough to give Rob an opening. Bounding out, he just caught the guy’s friends rallying. Sabu, having dropped the chair, was out of the door even faster.
~
022.Enemies.
It was a total rush; the sight of glaring eyes, harsh growls and tensing limbs. Standing opposite Sabu, Rob relished in the annoyed movements of his eyes, courtesy of every word Rob threw at him. They were sparring, words vicious and gestures unkind, and Rob loved it.
Being able to rile him up was a special sensation. Rob always shivered when Sabu snarled and things got heated. Yes, playing enemies in the ring was something Rob thoroughly enjoyed, loved that he could provoke so many reactions from the man.
And above all, he loved making it up to him afterwards.
~
023.Lovers.
“You’re such an asshole sometimes,” Rob murmured, gingerly touching the back of his head. They’d been lying in bed, Sabu half-asleep and Rob just relaxing. It had been rather peaceful, Rob reflected, right up to the point where he made the mistake of not warning Sabu when he sneakily moved on top of him, and an elbow almost knocked him out cold.
Rob grinned. “We suck at this lovers thing, you know that?”
It was okay, though. Being lovers wasn’t about random bouts of sex, or interesting positions, it was about recognizing your partner’s faults, and loving them for it.