Lovers 100 : Bride
Title: Bride
Summery: The morning after…
Prompt: 013. Lace
Pairing: Gillington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
James cursed viciously to himself as he awoke. His mouth tasted of a bad mixture of a tavern and something he couldn’t describe. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know what it was. He heard muffled cursing from beside him. Andrew was awake, too, it seemed. Had he been a different man, James would have been at least slightly worried as to whom he would wake up next to, after what the night before had entailed. He turned his head slowly, as his vision swam and the room spun on a strange and previously unknown axis.
Andrew had his eyes closed, breathing slowly and deeply. In and out, in and out. He hoped the flood of fresh air to his brain would at least stem the aftereffects he was feeling. He wondered what had led them to over-indulge so much. Neither were hard-drinking men. It was rare for them to be beyond tipsy, let alone as utterly drunk as they were last night.
Something white caught James’s eye. He squinted. Was that…?
“What happened last night?” Andrew groaned his question, a hand shielding his eyes from the dim light coming from the closed curtains. He didn’t hear an answer, though he didn’t completely expect one, but it was the odd silence that drew his attention.
His eyes widened, seeing what James was staring at, as he held it up between two fingers gingerly, as if to touch as little of it as possible. Their eyes met. He flushed bright red. He had no idea what would have led them to have, or -heaven forbid- use such a thing… with each other (on each other)… Playing about a bit, mixing up roles and adopting new and outwardly forbidden ones was one thing, but this… this was just disturbing.
It was a frilly and ornate lace garter, complete with pastel-blue interwoven ribbon, clearly not one for a daily usage, but for a special day. Like a wedding night.
James didn’t say anything. He assumed by Andrew’s blush that he remembered something he didn’t. He swallowed hard and sank back down into the bed, unsure if he wanted to disappear from embarrassment or just ask the inevitable question. He opted for silence, in hopes the offending object might disappear.
They avoided each other almost completely the next day. This was not because they were ashamed of their deeds behind closed doors, as what went on in their bedroom was their business and theirs alone, and they had decided long ago that it was their one sanctuary, with each other, there would be no worry or shame. Rather, it was because neither man was sure what the other remembered, and in how much detail. They couldn’t meet each other’s eye without their faces flushing instantly, which was rather unbecoming of an officer.
Theodore couldn’t help but be at least a little smug with his handiwork, though the desired effect was perhaps not what he had originally intended. He had said that James and Andrew could use some excitement in their lives, after all…
Summery: The morning after…
Prompt: 013. Lace
Pairing: Gillington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
James cursed viciously to himself as he awoke. His mouth tasted of a bad mixture of a tavern and something he couldn’t describe. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know what it was. He heard muffled cursing from beside him. Andrew was awake, too, it seemed. Had he been a different man, James would have been at least slightly worried as to whom he would wake up next to, after what the night before had entailed. He turned his head slowly, as his vision swam and the room spun on a strange and previously unknown axis.
Andrew had his eyes closed, breathing slowly and deeply. In and out, in and out. He hoped the flood of fresh air to his brain would at least stem the aftereffects he was feeling. He wondered what had led them to over-indulge so much. Neither were hard-drinking men. It was rare for them to be beyond tipsy, let alone as utterly drunk as they were last night.
Something white caught James’s eye. He squinted. Was that…?
“What happened last night?” Andrew groaned his question, a hand shielding his eyes from the dim light coming from the closed curtains. He didn’t hear an answer, though he didn’t completely expect one, but it was the odd silence that drew his attention.
His eyes widened, seeing what James was staring at, as he held it up between two fingers gingerly, as if to touch as little of it as possible. Their eyes met. He flushed bright red. He had no idea what would have led them to have, or -heaven forbid- use such a thing… with each other (on each other)… Playing about a bit, mixing up roles and adopting new and outwardly forbidden ones was one thing, but this… this was just disturbing.
It was a frilly and ornate lace garter, complete with pastel-blue interwoven ribbon, clearly not one for a daily usage, but for a special day. Like a wedding night.
James didn’t say anything. He assumed by Andrew’s blush that he remembered something he didn’t. He swallowed hard and sank back down into the bed, unsure if he wanted to disappear from embarrassment or just ask the inevitable question. He opted for silence, in hopes the offending object might disappear.
They avoided each other almost completely the next day. This was not because they were ashamed of their deeds behind closed doors, as what went on in their bedroom was their business and theirs alone, and they had decided long ago that it was their one sanctuary, with each other, there would be no worry or shame. Rather, it was because neither man was sure what the other remembered, and in how much detail. They couldn’t meet each other’s eye without their faces flushing instantly, which was rather unbecoming of an officer.
Theodore couldn’t help but be at least a little smug with his handiwork, though the desired effect was perhaps not what he had originally intended. He had said that James and Andrew could use some excitement in their lives, after all…