Return Alternate Ending - RvB
Title: Return - Alternate/Extended Ending
Author: Kyrianne
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: Grif/Simmons
Rating: R
Word Count: 1452
Summary: Sometimes, you have to be patient.
Disclaimer: Roses are Red, and Violets are Blue. RvB I don't own, so please do not sue.
A/N: Because I'm a hopeless romantic and can't leave Simmons like I did at the end. =o=;
Return 9/9 (if you didn't already read it -- other parts are listed at the top)
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Dinner was tasteless. Colors faded to black and white, smells turned sterile, and everything felt like fog. Simmons sat on the far end of the table, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he poked uninterested at his food.
"Come on, Simmons. Eat something," Donut urged quietly, breaking for a moment the awkward silence that had descended like a smothering blanket on the table.
The clock hanging on the wall ticked an even tempo, marking off the seconds of a rapidly deteriorating life.
He could hear Grif chewing off to his right, slowly and deliberately. His stomach flopped painfully and what little food he had swallowed complained. He pushed his plate forward a few subtle inches, but the meaning was clear: I'm not hungry.
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The book he had been reading a few days ago was in his hands now, the soft crinkle of old pages somehow comforting, though it still did little to mend his shattered heart.
He already knew how it ended, and yet, he still felt his emotions soar and plunge with the heroine as she fought past obstacles to be reunited with her true love and achieve her dreams. He tried not to be jealous of her happy ending; she deserved it, he thought, along with, It should have been me.
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His book was finished, placed back on the sad, empty bookshelf with his other two books, back to collecting dust. And now what to do? He wouldn't let himself sleep; he was scared, oh so scared of the dreams that he was sure would follow. The dreams that he knew would never come true.
He debated braving his way to the rec room to numb his mind with some television, but he knew Grif would be there, so he didn't.
Footsteps echoed outside his door in the hallway. He'd lived with the men there long enough to determine who it was: bare feet, bad posture, a little overweight: Grif. His heart froze and he willed himself to ignore it.
A knock on the door. It was Grif, he knew it was Grif, and he knew he shouldn't answer but his body moved on its own and then he was standing at the doorway, staring into the two different colored eyes of his tormentor.
"Simmons." He sounded distressed. What right did he have to feel that way? "Can I come in?"
Simmons continued to stare at him, hoping his eyes were glinting with as much fury as he felt.
Grif shifted and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. "I really need to talk to you." He was grasping now, they both knew.
"Whatever." Simmons moved from the door and let Grif inside, but took the bed before Grif could this time.
Grif sat gingerly in the armchair and looked at Simmons helplessly. "I don't really know how to say this," he began, eyes darting to the floor. "I guess mostly just sorry for what happened earlier... and that I'm an asshole."
Simmons snorted. "No fucking duh."
The Hawaiian took a deep breath. "And what I also wanted to say was..." He got out of the chair and moved swiftly toward Simmons, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him into a rough kiss before the other soldier even knew what was happening.
The kiss was so much different than what Simmons had imagined. It wasn't sweet or soft... it was better than that. It was hard, rough, so full of passion -- Simmons was the first to break it, gasping wildly for oxygen to calm his heaving lungs.
"I do return it." Grif was panting, eyes lidded but full of surprise at what he had just done. He looked giddy, flushed, beautiful.
"Do you know how much shit you put me through?" Simmons growled.
"I'm really sorry--"
"If you're sorry, show me you're sorry."
Simmons pulled Grif into another hard kiss, hands twined deeply in his ashy-brown hair. A moan escaped from one of them, and Simmons couldn't tell who, but he didn't really care. His back arched as Grif ran deft, calloused hands down his spine. He was pressed onto the bed, a knee splitting his legs hurriedly. Grif moved to his ears, taking the lobe between his teeth and nipping gently as they both fought to regain air. Simmons groaned, pushing insistently at Grif's knee.
"Patience," Grif muttered as he moved lower, sucking on Simmons' neck like a vampire would as his hands made short work of removing the other man's shirt. He looked up suddenly, eyes flashing. "Do you have any..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his head.
"What?" came Simmons breathless reply.
"You know... lotion."
"...Oh." He squirmed, face flushing bright. "No. Do you?"
Grif groaned. "No." He paused, thinking for a moment, then made a face. "Fuck. I think we're going to have to ask Donut."
"No way!" Simmons balked, turning even redder.
Grif smirked down at him affectionately. "Sorry, sweetie, we're going to have to if you ever plan on getting laid."
Simmons squirmed some more, breaking eye contact embarrassedly. "Okay. But let's hurry, I can't wait much longer."
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Donut almost screamed with excitement when he opened his door and saw the two rumpled, half dressed men. "Oh my god, you guys really--!"
"Lotion. Now."
They pushed past the giggling soldier and starting digging in his top dresser drawer.
"No," he said, reaching past them to open the second one. "It's in here." He winked as he pulled it out, waving it a few times in the air for good measure.
Simmons snatched it from him and made a beeline for the door. Grif followed, pausing only to shout a quick thanks before he slammed the door behind him.
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"Ha..! Ha..! Ha..! Grif..!" Simmons' fingers clung to Grif's sweaty back insistently. His eyes rolled back into his head and he tried not to scream as the bundle of nerves inside him was hit again and again. White hot perfection flared behind his eyelids. He wrapped his legs around Grif and pulled him closer.
Grif clutched the sheets next to Simmons' head tightly, panting as he moved above him. Their slick bodies met fluidly, arching and dancing to the synchronized beat of their hearts. Simmons lifted his head for a kiss, and Grif obliged hungrily, sucking on Simmons' bottom lip and shivering at the mewl that tore from his partner's throat. Simmons shivered too, the joy and intensity of the moment pushing him over the edge.
He cried out hoarsely as he finally reached the top of his climb, his body providing organic white fireworks to punctuate the moment. It exploded against Grif and was soon pressed onto Simmons in turn, its heat rapidly cooling and turning into a pleasantly sticky mess. Grif groaned and bit into Simmons' shoulder as he, too, met his climax. It surged like a current deep within Simmons.
Grif fell against him, their chests pressed together as they both pulled in gasps of air. Waves of dopamine continued to swell from the base of Simmons' skull, and he almost wanted to cry at the beauty of it all. He was so comfortable, so completed in the moment.
He smiled contentedly as the first tendrils of slumber crept into his mind. "Grif," he murmured lazily into the other man's ear.
"Yeah?" came the softly tired reply.
"Love you."
Grif smiled against his neck and pushed a soft, sloppy kiss there. "You too," he mumbled, and then he was gone to the world, snoring gently.
Simmons' smile grew, and followed his partner to dreamland.
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"So why did you lie to me earlier?" Simmons jumped a little at how cold the damp towel was that Grif was pressing to his stomach. He scrubbed heartily at the gluey mess until it was gone.
"I dunno... I guess I was just surprised that you were the one to tell me first. I'd always pegged you as the type to deny everything and freak out at the barest mention of it."
"Oh, yeah, thanks. I don't freak out that much." Simmons stole the towel with a flourish and moved to wash Grif off. He made it a point to do it harder than Grif had.
"Yes you do." Grif squirmed, silent laughter pulling on his mouth.
"Are you ticklish?" Simmons teased, abandoning the towel for a moment to wiggle his fingers against Grif's sides.
"Ah-ah-ah! Noooooo!!" Grif laughed, tossing and turning and trying to escape Simmons' writhing hands. He pulled Simmons on top of him and stole a kiss. "There, now you can stop," he reasoned.
Simmons laughed. "If you're trying to bribe me, you're going to have to pay me a lot more than that."
Grif's expression turned sly. "I think I can probably afford that."
Author: Kyrianne
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Pairing: Grif/Simmons
Rating: R
Word Count: 1452
Summary: Sometimes, you have to be patient.
Disclaimer: Roses are Red, and Violets are Blue. RvB I don't own, so please do not sue.
A/N: Because I'm a hopeless romantic and can't leave Simmons like I did at the end. =o=;
Return 9/9 (if you didn't already read it -- other parts are listed at the top)
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Dinner was tasteless. Colors faded to black and white, smells turned sterile, and everything felt like fog. Simmons sat on the far end of the table, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he poked uninterested at his food.
"Come on, Simmons. Eat something," Donut urged quietly, breaking for a moment the awkward silence that had descended like a smothering blanket on the table.
The clock hanging on the wall ticked an even tempo, marking off the seconds of a rapidly deteriorating life.
He could hear Grif chewing off to his right, slowly and deliberately. His stomach flopped painfully and what little food he had swallowed complained. He pushed his plate forward a few subtle inches, but the meaning was clear: I'm not hungry.
+++
The book he had been reading a few days ago was in his hands now, the soft crinkle of old pages somehow comforting, though it still did little to mend his shattered heart.
He already knew how it ended, and yet, he still felt his emotions soar and plunge with the heroine as she fought past obstacles to be reunited with her true love and achieve her dreams. He tried not to be jealous of her happy ending; she deserved it, he thought, along with, It should have been me.
+++
His book was finished, placed back on the sad, empty bookshelf with his other two books, back to collecting dust. And now what to do? He wouldn't let himself sleep; he was scared, oh so scared of the dreams that he was sure would follow. The dreams that he knew would never come true.
He debated braving his way to the rec room to numb his mind with some television, but he knew Grif would be there, so he didn't.
Footsteps echoed outside his door in the hallway. He'd lived with the men there long enough to determine who it was: bare feet, bad posture, a little overweight: Grif. His heart froze and he willed himself to ignore it.
A knock on the door. It was Grif, he knew it was Grif, and he knew he shouldn't answer but his body moved on its own and then he was standing at the doorway, staring into the two different colored eyes of his tormentor.
"Simmons." He sounded distressed. What right did he have to feel that way? "Can I come in?"
Simmons continued to stare at him, hoping his eyes were glinting with as much fury as he felt.
Grif shifted and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. "I really need to talk to you." He was grasping now, they both knew.
"Whatever." Simmons moved from the door and let Grif inside, but took the bed before Grif could this time.
Grif sat gingerly in the armchair and looked at Simmons helplessly. "I don't really know how to say this," he began, eyes darting to the floor. "I guess mostly just sorry for what happened earlier... and that I'm an asshole."
Simmons snorted. "No fucking duh."
The Hawaiian took a deep breath. "And what I also wanted to say was..." He got out of the chair and moved swiftly toward Simmons, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him into a rough kiss before the other soldier even knew what was happening.
The kiss was so much different than what Simmons had imagined. It wasn't sweet or soft... it was better than that. It was hard, rough, so full of passion -- Simmons was the first to break it, gasping wildly for oxygen to calm his heaving lungs.
"I do return it." Grif was panting, eyes lidded but full of surprise at what he had just done. He looked giddy, flushed, beautiful.
"Do you know how much shit you put me through?" Simmons growled.
"I'm really sorry--"
"If you're sorry, show me you're sorry."
Simmons pulled Grif into another hard kiss, hands twined deeply in his ashy-brown hair. A moan escaped from one of them, and Simmons couldn't tell who, but he didn't really care. His back arched as Grif ran deft, calloused hands down his spine. He was pressed onto the bed, a knee splitting his legs hurriedly. Grif moved to his ears, taking the lobe between his teeth and nipping gently as they both fought to regain air. Simmons groaned, pushing insistently at Grif's knee.
"Patience," Grif muttered as he moved lower, sucking on Simmons' neck like a vampire would as his hands made short work of removing the other man's shirt. He looked up suddenly, eyes flashing. "Do you have any..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his head.
"What?" came Simmons breathless reply.
"You know... lotion."
"...Oh." He squirmed, face flushing bright. "No. Do you?"
Grif groaned. "No." He paused, thinking for a moment, then made a face. "Fuck. I think we're going to have to ask Donut."
"No way!" Simmons balked, turning even redder.
Grif smirked down at him affectionately. "Sorry, sweetie, we're going to have to if you ever plan on getting laid."
Simmons squirmed some more, breaking eye contact embarrassedly. "Okay. But let's hurry, I can't wait much longer."
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Donut almost screamed with excitement when he opened his door and saw the two rumpled, half dressed men. "Oh my god, you guys really--!"
"Lotion. Now."
They pushed past the giggling soldier and starting digging in his top dresser drawer.
"No," he said, reaching past them to open the second one. "It's in here." He winked as he pulled it out, waving it a few times in the air for good measure.
Simmons snatched it from him and made a beeline for the door. Grif followed, pausing only to shout a quick thanks before he slammed the door behind him.
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"Ha..! Ha..! Ha..! Grif..!" Simmons' fingers clung to Grif's sweaty back insistently. His eyes rolled back into his head and he tried not to scream as the bundle of nerves inside him was hit again and again. White hot perfection flared behind his eyelids. He wrapped his legs around Grif and pulled him closer.
Grif clutched the sheets next to Simmons' head tightly, panting as he moved above him. Their slick bodies met fluidly, arching and dancing to the synchronized beat of their hearts. Simmons lifted his head for a kiss, and Grif obliged hungrily, sucking on Simmons' bottom lip and shivering at the mewl that tore from his partner's throat. Simmons shivered too, the joy and intensity of the moment pushing him over the edge.
He cried out hoarsely as he finally reached the top of his climb, his body providing organic white fireworks to punctuate the moment. It exploded against Grif and was soon pressed onto Simmons in turn, its heat rapidly cooling and turning into a pleasantly sticky mess. Grif groaned and bit into Simmons' shoulder as he, too, met his climax. It surged like a current deep within Simmons.
Grif fell against him, their chests pressed together as they both pulled in gasps of air. Waves of dopamine continued to swell from the base of Simmons' skull, and he almost wanted to cry at the beauty of it all. He was so comfortable, so completed in the moment.
He smiled contentedly as the first tendrils of slumber crept into his mind. "Grif," he murmured lazily into the other man's ear.
"Yeah?" came the softly tired reply.
"Love you."
Grif smiled against his neck and pushed a soft, sloppy kiss there. "You too," he mumbled, and then he was gone to the world, snoring gently.
Simmons' smile grew, and followed his partner to dreamland.
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"So why did you lie to me earlier?" Simmons jumped a little at how cold the damp towel was that Grif was pressing to his stomach. He scrubbed heartily at the gluey mess until it was gone.
"I dunno... I guess I was just surprised that you were the one to tell me first. I'd always pegged you as the type to deny everything and freak out at the barest mention of it."
"Oh, yeah, thanks. I don't freak out that much." Simmons stole the towel with a flourish and moved to wash Grif off. He made it a point to do it harder than Grif had.
"Yes you do." Grif squirmed, silent laughter pulling on his mouth.
"Are you ticklish?" Simmons teased, abandoning the towel for a moment to wiggle his fingers against Grif's sides.
"Ah-ah-ah! Noooooo!!" Grif laughed, tossing and turning and trying to escape Simmons' writhing hands. He pulled Simmons on top of him and stole a kiss. "There, now you can stop," he reasoned.
Simmons laughed. "If you're trying to bribe me, you're going to have to pay me a lot more than that."
Grif's expression turned sly. "I think I can probably afford that."