Skins Drabbles
I've been trying to do this drabble series for awhile, but I've never been able to find a fandom that fits. But then there was Skins and Tony and Maxxie and it just worked. So yeah...
020: Bouncy
He doesn’t know the exact reason, but Tony loves to watch Maxxie’s hair as he dances. True, there were much more interesting parts of Maxxie to watch as he moves around the dance floor, but Tony doesn’t care. He likes how Maxxie’s hair bounces as he dances, reflecting the many lights in the club. It was the hair that sticks to Maxxie’s forehead after coming home from practice, the same hair that Tony runs his fingers through as they curl up on the couch, the same hair that Tony tugs on roughly in their more private moments. It was Maxxie’s hair, and to Tony that made it one of the most interesting things in the known universe.
021: Busy
Maxxie understands that Tony is busy. Successful law careers don’t build themselves, so it was natural that he spends several hours in the office, going over case files and preparing witnesses for the stand. He got that, he did. So when opening night of his show finally rolls around Tony says that he’ll try to make it but he’s knee-deep in depositions and the senior partners are breathing down his neck, Maxxie tries not to take it personally. His boyfriend works for a living; Maxxie does too. So he dances like Tony is in the audience, watching him. He dances like he’s never danced before; putting everything he has into the moves, foot over foot, leap by leap. And after the show, when Tony is waiting at the backstage door with a small bouquet of roses, Maxxie knows that they will both be very, very busy very soon.
022: Calm
Tony jumps when the bus drives by, seizing Maxxie’s hand and holding on for dear life. It surprises Maxxie, but he squeezes right back, letting his friend know that he’s there for him and that everything is okay. Maxxie can almost feel Tony’s pulse from where their shoulders are touching, and he doesn’t like how worked up he is.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, nudging Tony’s shoulder. “You’re alright.”
Tony nods shakily, swallowing huge gulps of air. Maxxie expects him to take his hand back, but Tony only lets up on the pressure, keeping their fingers intertwined. Maxxie smiles to himself and briefly ghosts his thumb across Tony’s knuckles. Surprisingly, all anxiety in the taller boy’s shoulders evaporates, and he relaxes, leaning slightly into Maxxie’s shoulder. Just like that, Tony calms down, and Maxxie couldn’t be happier.
020: Bouncy
He doesn’t know the exact reason, but Tony loves to watch Maxxie’s hair as he dances. True, there were much more interesting parts of Maxxie to watch as he moves around the dance floor, but Tony doesn’t care. He likes how Maxxie’s hair bounces as he dances, reflecting the many lights in the club. It was the hair that sticks to Maxxie’s forehead after coming home from practice, the same hair that Tony runs his fingers through as they curl up on the couch, the same hair that Tony tugs on roughly in their more private moments. It was Maxxie’s hair, and to Tony that made it one of the most interesting things in the known universe.
021: Busy
Maxxie understands that Tony is busy. Successful law careers don’t build themselves, so it was natural that he spends several hours in the office, going over case files and preparing witnesses for the stand. He got that, he did. So when opening night of his show finally rolls around Tony says that he’ll try to make it but he’s knee-deep in depositions and the senior partners are breathing down his neck, Maxxie tries not to take it personally. His boyfriend works for a living; Maxxie does too. So he dances like Tony is in the audience, watching him. He dances like he’s never danced before; putting everything he has into the moves, foot over foot, leap by leap. And after the show, when Tony is waiting at the backstage door with a small bouquet of roses, Maxxie knows that they will both be very, very busy very soon.
022: Calm
Tony jumps when the bus drives by, seizing Maxxie’s hand and holding on for dear life. It surprises Maxxie, but he squeezes right back, letting his friend know that he’s there for him and that everything is okay. Maxxie can almost feel Tony’s pulse from where their shoulders are touching, and he doesn’t like how worked up he is.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, nudging Tony’s shoulder. “You’re alright.”
Tony nods shakily, swallowing huge gulps of air. Maxxie expects him to take his hand back, but Tony only lets up on the pressure, keeping their fingers intertwined. Maxxie smiles to himself and briefly ghosts his thumb across Tony’s knuckles. Surprisingly, all anxiety in the taller boy’s shoulders evaporates, and he relaxes, leaning slightly into Maxxie’s shoulder. Just like that, Tony calms down, and Maxxie couldn’t be happier.