JB/SG fic RPS : Rainy night 5 and epilogue
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Scott really didn’t mind. He was used to John laughing at him about his romantic side. But, this time, he thought a little lesson was in order. He had been cheesy, but honest; John had to learn not to mock him for that.
He let John laugh and laugh again, then he took his most indignant look and got up off John’s chest.
“Fine. Laugh it off. You’re having fun there?”
With his legendary fluidity he went to retrieve a clean pan ir of boxers and the clothes he was wearing earlier.
John tried to calm down but the occasion was so rare he couldn’t let it go.
“Home is where you are my daaarrling. Love of my life.”
Scott turned around, thunder clouding his blue eyes, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Yes! I love you! And you can laugh your heart’s content, that won’t change anytime soon. Yes! My wording was cheesy, sappy.”
He through his hands high in the air.
“It’s cliché and romantic. Borderline stupid, but it’s the truth. I. Love. You.”
He pointed to John who had calmed down a bit.
“I don’t care where I live, as long as I live with you. I don’t care if we only have a small flat in London, because I will be in Heaven sharing it with you.”
John sat down on the bed, suddenly worried by Scott’s anger.
“Come on Scott. You can’t be serious. Home is where you are. You only read that in those romance and paperback books, that are sold in train station. That’s for teenage girls.”
“If it means that you’re proud to love someone to the point you’ll do everything you can, even abandoning your own career, your homeland, to follow the one you love, then I am a teenage girl at heart, and I’m proud of it.”
John frowned.
“Does that means you’re resenting me for asking you to come along on this journey?”
“No. I’ve accepted the journey the day we met. Because we love each other, at least I hope you love me enough to try to adapt our respective lives, so we spend as much time together as possible. Torchwood is important to you, we discussed it, pointed out every solution we could find, and let me tell you I was so very happy to arrange my schedule so I could be with you and not an ocean apart for sixth months. I’m happy with the solution we found this time. Because it means that I can see you every day. I can hold you, kiss you, make love to you…argue with you. It’s cliché, it’s pathetic even, but it’s the truth. There’s nowhere I want to be, but here with you, because, yes! For me, as girly, teenage, cheesy, fussy at it sound, Home is where you are.”
Finally dressed, Scott walked to the bedroom door, stopping one second when John called out to him. “Scott! Come on…”
“Keep laughing, John. That won’t change my feelings, even if you find me too stupid for loving you that much.”
And Scott stormed out of the bedroom, making sure to not slam the door. No need to wake up his parents in law.
John fell down onto the bed.
“Well! That went well!”
Epilogue
Scott knew he won’t have to wait too long for John to join him. After all, the big guy, with all his macho “I’m a man and don’t send roses” talk, was also a big mushy himself.
After taking care of the mess the dogs had made, he sat on the bench, under the patio, and watched the rain falling.
He was warm enough. He had gathered his vest on his way out, and sat knees to his chest to keep all the warmth he could.
He was not angry. Sometimes, with John, he just had to make his point. Even if it often took some yelling or some pouting to get some things into John’s beautiful head.
He couldn’t help it, if he was the most romantic one of the couple. Plus, that was not really true, in fact. John could be so sappy sometimes.
And he had been honest. He loved watching the rain falling, the dark cloud. He loved the smell coming from the Earth after a storm.
Watching the rain was rather hypnotic. Knowing that they were a feet away from the desert was giving some king of magic to the event.
And he had been happy. Sappily happy! Content. He truly felt that he was where he belonged, maybe not in his homeland, but where his heart wanted to be: with John.
So? What was wrong with telling what your heart was feeling?
He heard the low ‘slouch’ of the patio door opening. But he didn’t turn his head; he rest his gaze on the little puddle of water a few feet away.
Then he felt the wood of the bench bend a bit under John’s weight. He could see him in his peripheral vision. John had put new pajamas on, his robe and his anorak. Mister Macho was so often cold.
He looked rather sheepish too.
John leant forward, his hands over his knees.
“You cleaned the kitchen floor.”
“Yes.”
“I could have done it.”
Scott shrugged.
“I’m sorry, Scott.”
“I don’t mind cleaning.”
“No! I’m not talking about that. I’m sorry for laughing at you. About this home thing.”
Scott sighed. He really was not upset, he could get John out of his disarray and end the argument right now. But, since John thought he was too romantic, he might as well play ‘over dramatic’, as well. In fact, it was rather satisfying to play with John sometimes. So he decided to play some more and added a shrug to his sigh, just to add a little drama to the situation.
It worked.
John was playing with his hands now, a sure thing of how uncomfortable he was.
“You know I’m not good at this romantic thing.”
“That’s no excuse for laughing at people who are.”
“Come on. it was…don’t tell me you’re not finding this too cheesy.”
“When it’s the truth? No I don’t.”
Scott could feel John’s eyes on him. He was about to let go and get John out of his misery, but he also thought it was too soon. John had to work harder. So, he stood up and walked toward the end of the patio. Followed suit by John.
“You’re mad?”
“Mad? No! I just don’t understand how someone who spends his time singing love songs, making other’s dreams come true, offering his money, his time, his smile to perfect strangers, can find his partner cheesy because this said partner confesses his love.”
John looked down at his hands.
“It’s just… it’s different with you. It’s serious. I do love you. And I don’t want … Shit! I don’t know how to say ii.”
“Well, do as I do. Tell the truth.”
“I want my love declaration to be special. I don’t want it to be like any other love declaration or that you could think I sing the same song to you that I sing to others; I want us to be special.”
John rested both his hands on his partner’s shoulders, squeezing lightly.
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“About what?”
“You don’t mind being there? You really think that wherever you are, you’re good if we’re together?”
“Yes!”
“I feel the same.”
“Arrrrrrruuummphhh! !Like I can believe you.”
John looked offended now.
“I am serious. You know how important it was for me to get you here. I wouldn’t have accept the Torchwood deal if we didn’t find a solution. I can’t get through more than two weeks without you. Life is not the same if you’re not there. I can’t live without you by my side.”
Scott turned around in John’s embrace, a big smile on his face.
“See? That’s not so hard to speak with your heart. You can be cheesy too when you want.”
“You little…”
They sealed their reconciliation with a long kiss.
“Love you Scottie.”
“Love you too. My home!”
Fin
Scott really didn’t mind. He was used to John laughing at him about his romantic side. But, this time, he thought a little lesson was in order. He had been cheesy, but honest; John had to learn not to mock him for that.
He let John laugh and laugh again, then he took his most indignant look and got up off John’s chest.
“Fine. Laugh it off. You’re having fun there?”
With his legendary fluidity he went to retrieve a clean pan ir of boxers and the clothes he was wearing earlier.
John tried to calm down but the occasion was so rare he couldn’t let it go.
“Home is where you are my daaarrling. Love of my life.”
Scott turned around, thunder clouding his blue eyes, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Yes! I love you! And you can laugh your heart’s content, that won’t change anytime soon. Yes! My wording was cheesy, sappy.”
He through his hands high in the air.
“It’s cliché and romantic. Borderline stupid, but it’s the truth. I. Love. You.”
He pointed to John who had calmed down a bit.
“I don’t care where I live, as long as I live with you. I don’t care if we only have a small flat in London, because I will be in Heaven sharing it with you.”
John sat down on the bed, suddenly worried by Scott’s anger.
“Come on Scott. You can’t be serious. Home is where you are. You only read that in those romance and paperback books, that are sold in train station. That’s for teenage girls.”
“If it means that you’re proud to love someone to the point you’ll do everything you can, even abandoning your own career, your homeland, to follow the one you love, then I am a teenage girl at heart, and I’m proud of it.”
John frowned.
“Does that means you’re resenting me for asking you to come along on this journey?”
“No. I’ve accepted the journey the day we met. Because we love each other, at least I hope you love me enough to try to adapt our respective lives, so we spend as much time together as possible. Torchwood is important to you, we discussed it, pointed out every solution we could find, and let me tell you I was so very happy to arrange my schedule so I could be with you and not an ocean apart for sixth months. I’m happy with the solution we found this time. Because it means that I can see you every day. I can hold you, kiss you, make love to you…argue with you. It’s cliché, it’s pathetic even, but it’s the truth. There’s nowhere I want to be, but here with you, because, yes! For me, as girly, teenage, cheesy, fussy at it sound, Home is where you are.”
Finally dressed, Scott walked to the bedroom door, stopping one second when John called out to him. “Scott! Come on…”
“Keep laughing, John. That won’t change my feelings, even if you find me too stupid for loving you that much.”
And Scott stormed out of the bedroom, making sure to not slam the door. No need to wake up his parents in law.
John fell down onto the bed.
“Well! That went well!”
Epilogue
Scott knew he won’t have to wait too long for John to join him. After all, the big guy, with all his macho “I’m a man and don’t send roses” talk, was also a big mushy himself.
After taking care of the mess the dogs had made, he sat on the bench, under the patio, and watched the rain falling.
He was warm enough. He had gathered his vest on his way out, and sat knees to his chest to keep all the warmth he could.
He was not angry. Sometimes, with John, he just had to make his point. Even if it often took some yelling or some pouting to get some things into John’s beautiful head.
He couldn’t help it, if he was the most romantic one of the couple. Plus, that was not really true, in fact. John could be so sappy sometimes.
And he had been honest. He loved watching the rain falling, the dark cloud. He loved the smell coming from the Earth after a storm.
Watching the rain was rather hypnotic. Knowing that they were a feet away from the desert was giving some king of magic to the event.
And he had been happy. Sappily happy! Content. He truly felt that he was where he belonged, maybe not in his homeland, but where his heart wanted to be: with John.
So? What was wrong with telling what your heart was feeling?
He heard the low ‘slouch’ of the patio door opening. But he didn’t turn his head; he rest his gaze on the little puddle of water a few feet away.
Then he felt the wood of the bench bend a bit under John’s weight. He could see him in his peripheral vision. John had put new pajamas on, his robe and his anorak. Mister Macho was so often cold.
He looked rather sheepish too.
John leant forward, his hands over his knees.
“You cleaned the kitchen floor.”
“Yes.”
“I could have done it.”
Scott shrugged.
“I’m sorry, Scott.”
“I don’t mind cleaning.”
“No! I’m not talking about that. I’m sorry for laughing at you. About this home thing.”
Scott sighed. He really was not upset, he could get John out of his disarray and end the argument right now. But, since John thought he was too romantic, he might as well play ‘over dramatic’, as well. In fact, it was rather satisfying to play with John sometimes. So he decided to play some more and added a shrug to his sigh, just to add a little drama to the situation.
It worked.
John was playing with his hands now, a sure thing of how uncomfortable he was.
“You know I’m not good at this romantic thing.”
“That’s no excuse for laughing at people who are.”
“Come on. it was…don’t tell me you’re not finding this too cheesy.”
“When it’s the truth? No I don’t.”
Scott could feel John’s eyes on him. He was about to let go and get John out of his misery, but he also thought it was too soon. John had to work harder. So, he stood up and walked toward the end of the patio. Followed suit by John.
“You’re mad?”
“Mad? No! I just don’t understand how someone who spends his time singing love songs, making other’s dreams come true, offering his money, his time, his smile to perfect strangers, can find his partner cheesy because this said partner confesses his love.”
John looked down at his hands.
“It’s just… it’s different with you. It’s serious. I do love you. And I don’t want … Shit! I don’t know how to say ii.”
“Well, do as I do. Tell the truth.”
“I want my love declaration to be special. I don’t want it to be like any other love declaration or that you could think I sing the same song to you that I sing to others; I want us to be special.”
John rested both his hands on his partner’s shoulders, squeezing lightly.
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“About what?”
“You don’t mind being there? You really think that wherever you are, you’re good if we’re together?”
“Yes!”
“I feel the same.”
“Arrrrrrruuummphhh! !Like I can believe you.”
John looked offended now.
“I am serious. You know how important it was for me to get you here. I wouldn’t have accept the Torchwood deal if we didn’t find a solution. I can’t get through more than two weeks without you. Life is not the same if you’re not there. I can’t live without you by my side.”
Scott turned around in John’s embrace, a big smile on his face.
“See? That’s not so hard to speak with your heart. You can be cheesy too when you want.”
“You little…”
They sealed their reconciliation with a long kiss.
“Love you Scottie.”
“Love you too. My home!”
Fin