Lovers 100 : Listen
Title: Listen
Summery: Not tonight, I have a headache.
Prompt: 067. Couch
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Note: It had to happen, sometime…
Theodore turned his head from gazing absentmindedly out the window at the fading light of dusk as the floorboards creaked, announcing Andrew’s presence.
“I was wondering where you’d gotten off too.” Andrew came and sat down next to him on the couch.
Theodore smiled softly.
Andrew reached out a single hand and lightly touched the side of his face, drawing long, curved fingers back. Theodore had let his hair loose for the evening and it hung down his neck and towards his back, laying about his shoulders in dark waves.
Theodore reached up and took his hand, smiling.
Andrew leaned forward and their lips met in a tender kiss. He put his free hand on Theodore’s back, drawing him closer as he deepened the kiss.
Theodore moved close to him, but did not respond with his usual vigor and enthusiasm to their kiss.
Andrew slowed and drew back, sensing his hesitancy, listening to his unspoken words. He didn’t ask, right away. He remained close, one hand resting on his shoulder at the base of his neck, the other on the small of his back.
Theodore blinked slowly, resting his forehead against Andrew’s. His gaze was held downwards.
Andrew kissed him on the lips once more, softly and gently, a little peck speaking what words could not express.
A loose smile touched Theodore’s lips. He drew his eyes back up, looking deep into Andrew’s rich brown orbs. “I’m not feeling too well.” He said, softly.
Andrew nodded. He gently massaged his scalp with his fingertips. “Are you feeling sick, at all?”
Theodore shook his head.
Andrew made a quiet noise of acknowledgement.
“I’m just not… I’m not in the mood, tonight.”
Andrew smiled, “It’s perfectly all right, dearest.”
Theodore looked at him sheepishly.
Andrew laughed quietly, “The world will not come to an end because for one night Andrew Gillette and Theodore Groves didn’t bugger each other completely senseless.”
Theodore’s body shook with silent laughter.
“In any case- if you’re not wanting to be intimate, the sex can’t be that good, anyway.”
Theodore snorted.
“I knew I could break your shell.”
“You know me well, And’.”
“Indeed I do.” Andrew shifted his eyes to gaze deep into Theodore’s own. The silence between them spoke more than words could ever have hoped to.
Theodore never broke the gaze. “And’?” He asked, voice quiet.
“Yes, Teddy?”
“Will you, hold me?”
Andrew kissed him, “Of course, dearest.”
Summery: Not tonight, I have a headache.
Prompt: 067. Couch
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Note: It had to happen, sometime…
Theodore turned his head from gazing absentmindedly out the window at the fading light of dusk as the floorboards creaked, announcing Andrew’s presence.
“I was wondering where you’d gotten off too.” Andrew came and sat down next to him on the couch.
Theodore smiled softly.
Andrew reached out a single hand and lightly touched the side of his face, drawing long, curved fingers back. Theodore had let his hair loose for the evening and it hung down his neck and towards his back, laying about his shoulders in dark waves.
Theodore reached up and took his hand, smiling.
Andrew leaned forward and their lips met in a tender kiss. He put his free hand on Theodore’s back, drawing him closer as he deepened the kiss.
Theodore moved close to him, but did not respond with his usual vigor and enthusiasm to their kiss.
Andrew slowed and drew back, sensing his hesitancy, listening to his unspoken words. He didn’t ask, right away. He remained close, one hand resting on his shoulder at the base of his neck, the other on the small of his back.
Theodore blinked slowly, resting his forehead against Andrew’s. His gaze was held downwards.
Andrew kissed him on the lips once more, softly and gently, a little peck speaking what words could not express.
A loose smile touched Theodore’s lips. He drew his eyes back up, looking deep into Andrew’s rich brown orbs. “I’m not feeling too well.” He said, softly.
Andrew nodded. He gently massaged his scalp with his fingertips. “Are you feeling sick, at all?”
Theodore shook his head.
Andrew made a quiet noise of acknowledgement.
“I’m just not… I’m not in the mood, tonight.”
Andrew smiled, “It’s perfectly all right, dearest.”
Theodore looked at him sheepishly.
Andrew laughed quietly, “The world will not come to an end because for one night Andrew Gillette and Theodore Groves didn’t bugger each other completely senseless.”
Theodore’s body shook with silent laughter.
“In any case- if you’re not wanting to be intimate, the sex can’t be that good, anyway.”
Theodore snorted.
“I knew I could break your shell.”
“You know me well, And’.”
“Indeed I do.” Andrew shifted his eyes to gaze deep into Theodore’s own. The silence between them spoke more than words could ever have hoped to.
Theodore never broke the gaze. “And’?” He asked, voice quiet.
“Yes, Teddy?”
“Will you, hold me?”
Andrew kissed him, “Of course, dearest.”