Lovers 100 : Winter Nights
Title: Winter Nights
Summery: Andrew and Theodore whisper to each other during the night.
Prompt: 085. Whisper
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
“You’re going to wake him, if you keep it up.”
“And your attempt at muffled giggling isn’t? James sleeps like the dead, anyway. How else could he sleep though his own snoring?”
Andrew raised his head to peer over Theodore’s shoulder, over to the opposite side of the room.
James continued to sleep soundly in his own cot, unaware to the world around him.
Andrew settled back in. “We ought to be more careful.” He sighed.
Theodore gave him a reassuring smile, “We’re doing just fine, now…”
“We’re in bed together, with someone else in the room.”
“Not just anyone else- it’s James.”
“But, what if-”
Theodore stopped him, shaking his head. “We’ll be fine. He won’t wake up. Besides, even if he did… we could come up with some sort of excuse.”
“Like what? You climbed into bed with me because you were cold?”
“I’ve done it before.”
“To see what James’s reaction would be.”
“Exactly.”
“He screamed.”
“It was rather like a little girl, wasn’t it?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“What does me being curious and half-asleep-”
“And not entirely sober.”
“Yes, well… that’s beside the point. What’s any of this conversation have to do anything?”
“…I think it did, before you confused me.”
“So now it’s my fault?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“It’s always your fault, Theodore. Just accept that.”
“The annoying part of that statement is that you’re essentially right, so I can’t really counter it…”
Andrew snorted. “I was kidding, Teddy. Not everything is your fault… always…”
Theodore laughed quietly. He shifted, trying again to get more comfortable. The cot was tiny, barely enough room for its normal single occupant, much less the two of them. Andrew gazed at him with soft eyes, warm and brown, as he lightly stroked the ginger plaits of his shoulder-length hair.
“You like that.”
“Mm?”
“Petting my hair.”
Theodore smiled. He nodded. “I love it.”
Andrew relaxed against the pillow, blinking slowly. He reached a hand out and gently laid it on the side of Theodore’s face, cupping his cheek. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against the light graze of stubble there.
Theodore tucked the lock of red hair behind his ear, drawing his fingers across its ridge. “And’…” He murmured.
“What?” Andrew asked, in equal softness.
“Nothing. I just love saying your name.”
Summery: Andrew and Theodore whisper to each other during the night.
Prompt: 085. Whisper
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
“You’re going to wake him, if you keep it up.”
“And your attempt at muffled giggling isn’t? James sleeps like the dead, anyway. How else could he sleep though his own snoring?”
Andrew raised his head to peer over Theodore’s shoulder, over to the opposite side of the room.
James continued to sleep soundly in his own cot, unaware to the world around him.
Andrew settled back in. “We ought to be more careful.” He sighed.
Theodore gave him a reassuring smile, “We’re doing just fine, now…”
“We’re in bed together, with someone else in the room.”
“Not just anyone else- it’s James.”
“But, what if-”
Theodore stopped him, shaking his head. “We’ll be fine. He won’t wake up. Besides, even if he did… we could come up with some sort of excuse.”
“Like what? You climbed into bed with me because you were cold?”
“I’ve done it before.”
“To see what James’s reaction would be.”
“Exactly.”
“He screamed.”
“It was rather like a little girl, wasn’t it?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“What does me being curious and half-asleep-”
“And not entirely sober.”
“Yes, well… that’s beside the point. What’s any of this conversation have to do anything?”
“…I think it did, before you confused me.”
“So now it’s my fault?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“It’s always your fault, Theodore. Just accept that.”
“The annoying part of that statement is that you’re essentially right, so I can’t really counter it…”
Andrew snorted. “I was kidding, Teddy. Not everything is your fault… always…”
Theodore laughed quietly. He shifted, trying again to get more comfortable. The cot was tiny, barely enough room for its normal single occupant, much less the two of them. Andrew gazed at him with soft eyes, warm and brown, as he lightly stroked the ginger plaits of his shoulder-length hair.
“You like that.”
“Mm?”
“Petting my hair.”
Theodore smiled. He nodded. “I love it.”
Andrew relaxed against the pillow, blinking slowly. He reached a hand out and gently laid it on the side of Theodore’s face, cupping his cheek. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against the light graze of stubble there.
Theodore tucked the lock of red hair behind his ear, drawing his fingers across its ridge. “And’…” He murmured.
“What?” Andrew asked, in equal softness.
“Nothing. I just love saying your name.”