and here we are again
title: and here we are again
pairing: fernando verdasco/feliciano lopez
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
summary: eastbourne quarterfinal drabble
a/n: ughhhhh sorry for the lack of writing and posting. i had to write something with these two and after their cute net meeting at eastbourne i had to. sorry for the shortness.
They didn’t talk before the match. Not even a harmless text message or tweet. It was how their friendship slowly became to be but that didn’t mean they didn’t have the utmost respect and love for each other. Things were just different now. Both men knew that. There was nothing to dwell upon.
But during the match it was hard for Feliciano to not notice the glances Fernando would give him over the net, when play was paused. He swore he even saw a smile or two. But he focused because at the end of the day it had always been about tennis, even between them. Tennis came first and though it may had been the cause of many fights, it still holds true and they both know it.
It hadn’t been Fernando’s best match so when Feliciano approached the net victorious, he walked cautiously, his hand outstretched, words of condolences ready on his lips. But what he was greeted with is a smile that didn’t hold back anything, wide and happy before Fernando bumped his shoulder into Feliciano’s chest, a bubble of laughter slipping out from his lips. Feliciano laughed too, ducking his head easily against Fernando’s chest. This part had always been easy between them because it was them. Fernando murmured asking him to talk afterward and he nodded into his chest. Feliciano couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.
(And when Feliciano posted the photo of the their hug Fernando didn’t comment on it. Everyone knew Feliciano wore his heart on his sleeve, Fernando most of all.)
pairing: fernando verdasco/feliciano lopez
rating: g
disclaimer: fiction
summary: eastbourne quarterfinal drabble
a/n: ughhhhh sorry for the lack of writing and posting. i had to write something with these two and after their cute net meeting at eastbourne i had to. sorry for the shortness.
They didn’t talk before the match. Not even a harmless text message or tweet. It was how their friendship slowly became to be but that didn’t mean they didn’t have the utmost respect and love for each other. Things were just different now. Both men knew that. There was nothing to dwell upon.
But during the match it was hard for Feliciano to not notice the glances Fernando would give him over the net, when play was paused. He swore he even saw a smile or two. But he focused because at the end of the day it had always been about tennis, even between them. Tennis came first and though it may had been the cause of many fights, it still holds true and they both know it.
It hadn’t been Fernando’s best match so when Feliciano approached the net victorious, he walked cautiously, his hand outstretched, words of condolences ready on his lips. But what he was greeted with is a smile that didn’t hold back anything, wide and happy before Fernando bumped his shoulder into Feliciano’s chest, a bubble of laughter slipping out from his lips. Feliciano laughed too, ducking his head easily against Fernando’s chest. This part had always been easy between them because it was them. Fernando murmured asking him to talk afterward and he nodded into his chest. Feliciano couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.
(And when Feliciano posted the photo of the their hug Fernando didn’t comment on it. Everyone knew Feliciano wore his heart on his sleeve, Fernando most of all.)