DA - Romance and all that jazz
Title: Romance and all that jazz
Author: Lusmeitli
Rating: PG-13
Show: DA
Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue and Bob’s your uncle
Genre: Romance - I think
Type: Standalone
Pairing: The only one possible
Summary: We accompany Alec taking out Max to a night at the cinema.
A/N: This is my Christmas present for Shallowness. For your friendship and all your support. Merry Christmas, luv.
A/N2: Oh, and this clearly is AU.
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Pride and Prejudice. What a crappy title for a film that was. He should have known. It really was a dead give away. He just should have gone home with her and forget about that whole film thing. Just some take out, a repeat of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which was his latest addiction, yes, he really liked kick-ass-chicks) and then some shagging. But no.
There he was, looking forward to spending a night out in the movies with his Max, hoping for some good horror or action flick. He knew he was doomed when the camera showed trees and a field. A chick flick.
So he tried to see the bright side of it. Some alone time with Max in a dark room full of people, it sure was a thrill. The thought of getting caught. Usually Max was up for that sort of thing. Only this time, she didn’t seem interested in, nor did she appreciate being felt up. She actually swatted his hands away and had threatened to do something extremely obscene to his crown jewels if he didn’t stop it. Just the mere thought of it had him wincing.
Okay, so maybe he should have just stopped his efforts the first time she told him to. But it was her own fault really. Why did she have to wear such an impossibly tight and tiny top? That was intention per se, right? It screamed “take me off” all the way. Obviously, Max disagreed.
So he did what was the only option left for a man in his situation: he started to comment on the film. The ridiculous costumes. The odd language. The lack of boobs. The lack of action. The lack of explosions and guns. Which brought him a punch in the face after a few growls. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored those.
And as he sat, with his head tilted back to stop the blood flow from his nose, he had nowhere else to look but at that damn screen. Just his luck that the only free seats had been about six rows from the screen. That’d require a really nice neck rub from Max to make up for this. That or sex. Or both, actually.
If it hadn’t hurt so much, he’d have pinched the bridge of his nose. Or rolled his eyes. Only rolling your eyes is no fun when no one can see it. So he sat through it, like a man, and sighed - manly - occasionally. Just to let Max know he was still there and up for a bit of a heavy petting session should she have changed her mind about this incredibly boring film. She, irritatingly enough, seemed determined to watch the film to the very end.
“Go to the movies,” Sketchy had said, “chicks love horror films, go watch one of those, they’ll crawl into your chest and you get to feel them up without having to think of an excuse or getting slapped. And they won‘t notice if you close your eyes during the really gooey scenes, too”.
He thought the idea was good, so they went. Break out of the routine of “take out dinner, tv, sex”. He swore to never listen to Sketchy again. Ever. Horror films were sold out. Obviously every guy seemed to know of the perfect date-secret. So he thought they’d watch an action film. But those were sold out, too. Only thing free was this damn film, which seemed to be about landscapes… and dresses… and men in… tights?… doing some weird kind of… dancing…
So he now sat hunched over, favouring his left side. Max’ elbow surely had squashed his liver. Or at least a kidney. It was not his fault that he fell asleep over such a boring film. And he didn’t believe Max that he actually had snored. He didn’t snore. This gene was NOT in his cocktail, period.
Alec moaned - inwardly, of course. They were wandering about in the rain. Making eyes at one another. It was beyond him how people could call this a classic when they didn’t just get it on and out of their systems. Okay, if he were a girl, he’d probably have reservations about sleeping with a guy in tights, too. At least they looked like tights. Breeches, whatever.
Romantic his foot, Alec thought. Boring was what it was. And he couldn’t understand what was so attractive about that Mr. Darcy anyways that would make all the females in the room - including Max! - sigh, each time he appeared on that frigging screen.
It wasn’t his fault really that he nodded off again. It really was the film. He felt Max squeeze his hand - yes, squeeze his hand and in an affectionate manner no less. And when he turned to look at her, she quickly smiled at him and intertwined her fingers with his.
When she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed, he didn’t find it so bad anymore at all. He could smell her shampoo and feel her body heat radiate through her clothes and burn into his skin.
He had to admit, he kind of liked that. Also, her resting her head on his shoulder allowed him to sleep without being caught. And when he drooled into her hair, she obviously seemed to think he cried along with her.
Max had looked at him strangely and had said something like, “I didn’t know you had a romantic in you, I like it”. And when she cuddled up in his arms and sighed, dabbing at some tears - yes, tears - with his pullover, he kind of liked that romantic side to him, too. Particularly if it meant it turned Max on enough to pull him in for a bit of steamy smooching in public.
When they got home, she wanted him to make love to her all night long. Slowly. In the candle light. That he did. And when he lay there afterwards, looking at her glowing face, he had to admit that maybe, just maybe, all that romantic stuff wasn’t that annoying after all. If it made his girl so hungry for love, he’d even seriously consider going to sleep through another chick flick with her. They showed Sense and Sensibility next week. Maybe another trip to the cinema might be very well worth it.
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Feedback would be muchly appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Author: Lusmeitli
Rating: PG-13
Show: DA
Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue and Bob’s your uncle
Genre: Romance - I think
Type: Standalone
Pairing: The only one possible
Summary: We accompany Alec taking out Max to a night at the cinema.
A/N: This is my Christmas present for Shallowness. For your friendship and all your support. Merry Christmas, luv.
A/N2: Oh, and this clearly is AU.
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Pride and Prejudice. What a crappy title for a film that was. He should have known. It really was a dead give away. He just should have gone home with her and forget about that whole film thing. Just some take out, a repeat of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which was his latest addiction, yes, he really liked kick-ass-chicks) and then some shagging. But no.
There he was, looking forward to spending a night out in the movies with his Max, hoping for some good horror or action flick. He knew he was doomed when the camera showed trees and a field. A chick flick.
So he tried to see the bright side of it. Some alone time with Max in a dark room full of people, it sure was a thrill. The thought of getting caught. Usually Max was up for that sort of thing. Only this time, she didn’t seem interested in, nor did she appreciate being felt up. She actually swatted his hands away and had threatened to do something extremely obscene to his crown jewels if he didn’t stop it. Just the mere thought of it had him wincing.
Okay, so maybe he should have just stopped his efforts the first time she told him to. But it was her own fault really. Why did she have to wear such an impossibly tight and tiny top? That was intention per se, right? It screamed “take me off” all the way. Obviously, Max disagreed.
So he did what was the only option left for a man in his situation: he started to comment on the film. The ridiculous costumes. The odd language. The lack of boobs. The lack of action. The lack of explosions and guns. Which brought him a punch in the face after a few growls. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored those.
And as he sat, with his head tilted back to stop the blood flow from his nose, he had nowhere else to look but at that damn screen. Just his luck that the only free seats had been about six rows from the screen. That’d require a really nice neck rub from Max to make up for this. That or sex. Or both, actually.
If it hadn’t hurt so much, he’d have pinched the bridge of his nose. Or rolled his eyes. Only rolling your eyes is no fun when no one can see it. So he sat through it, like a man, and sighed - manly - occasionally. Just to let Max know he was still there and up for a bit of a heavy petting session should she have changed her mind about this incredibly boring film. She, irritatingly enough, seemed determined to watch the film to the very end.
“Go to the movies,” Sketchy had said, “chicks love horror films, go watch one of those, they’ll crawl into your chest and you get to feel them up without having to think of an excuse or getting slapped. And they won‘t notice if you close your eyes during the really gooey scenes, too”.
He thought the idea was good, so they went. Break out of the routine of “take out dinner, tv, sex”. He swore to never listen to Sketchy again. Ever. Horror films were sold out. Obviously every guy seemed to know of the perfect date-secret. So he thought they’d watch an action film. But those were sold out, too. Only thing free was this damn film, which seemed to be about landscapes… and dresses… and men in… tights?… doing some weird kind of… dancing…
So he now sat hunched over, favouring his left side. Max’ elbow surely had squashed his liver. Or at least a kidney. It was not his fault that he fell asleep over such a boring film. And he didn’t believe Max that he actually had snored. He didn’t snore. This gene was NOT in his cocktail, period.
Alec moaned - inwardly, of course. They were wandering about in the rain. Making eyes at one another. It was beyond him how people could call this a classic when they didn’t just get it on and out of their systems. Okay, if he were a girl, he’d probably have reservations about sleeping with a guy in tights, too. At least they looked like tights. Breeches, whatever.
Romantic his foot, Alec thought. Boring was what it was. And he couldn’t understand what was so attractive about that Mr. Darcy anyways that would make all the females in the room - including Max! - sigh, each time he appeared on that frigging screen.
It wasn’t his fault really that he nodded off again. It really was the film. He felt Max squeeze his hand - yes, squeeze his hand and in an affectionate manner no less. And when he turned to look at her, she quickly smiled at him and intertwined her fingers with his.
When she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed, he didn’t find it so bad anymore at all. He could smell her shampoo and feel her body heat radiate through her clothes and burn into his skin.
He had to admit, he kind of liked that. Also, her resting her head on his shoulder allowed him to sleep without being caught. And when he drooled into her hair, she obviously seemed to think he cried along with her.
Max had looked at him strangely and had said something like, “I didn’t know you had a romantic in you, I like it”. And when she cuddled up in his arms and sighed, dabbing at some tears - yes, tears - with his pullover, he kind of liked that romantic side to him, too. Particularly if it meant it turned Max on enough to pull him in for a bit of steamy smooching in public.
When they got home, she wanted him to make love to her all night long. Slowly. In the candle light. That he did. And when he lay there afterwards, looking at her glowing face, he had to admit that maybe, just maybe, all that romantic stuff wasn’t that annoying after all. If it made his girl so hungry for love, he’d even seriously consider going to sleep through another chick flick with her. They showed Sense and Sensibility next week. Maybe another trip to the cinema might be very well worth it.
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