Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Oh Nacchi, I know I said I'd try and get the fic finished tonight but I can't! *clings* I'm sorry! It's all Tuti's fault, he's yawning and beginning to feel sleepy and that's making me feel sleepy and unlike Tuti, I don't have someone about to come and seduce me ^^;; (although if anyone wants to offer...)
Ok part of the reason for lack of ficcage is that I went out and socialised which turned out to be more fun than I'd expected. That and I was actually feeling sociable and happy *gasps* The new officers had organised a presentation from a pretty cute American guy who works for Gonzo. Well, he got in contact with us and offered and so this was the first thing the new officers had really sorted out by themselves (and they did a great job btw) so as the former officers it was important that we support it, etc, etc. I don't know what I was expecting but it was actually a lot of fun (helped that the guy was kind of cute and nice and friendly) and I'd forgotten how much fun LAS can be when we all get together. Damn I'm going to miss them all so much when we go our separate ways :(
But anyway, the point is that we went to the pub afterwards and stayed until we got kicked out and so I only got back about an hour ago and some writing has been done but now I'm falling asleep over my keyboard (not a good sign) and because this fic is quite different to the way I usually write I need to be able to concentrate.
Two steps forward.
An over-long embrace as they’d parted company for the night after a day of solitary rehearsals and a shared dinner. His hands skimming down a smooth back, muscles twitching beneath a thin t-shirt as the gesture brought them closer. The arm round his shoulder tightening as a face was gently pressed to his neck, a warm breath tickling already warm skin and the other hand, supposedly occupied with a carrier bag, brought up to press palm and splayed fingers against the small of his back, fingertips slipping between the gap where shirt and jeans didn’t quite meet. A brief brush of skin against skin that raised goosebumps and made him pull the other man closer almost on instinct before a pair of sheepish, slightly surprised grins were exchanged along with the usual ‘goodnight’s.
One step back.
A raised hand and a terse grin by way of welcome the next day. A handful of stupid jokes made at his expense during rehearsals and breaks when mutual eye contact was rare. A round-necked, long-sleeved top that was retained all day and that made it so much easier for the other man to ignore his hand when he placed it on an arm, easier too to brush it off when it had lingered for longer than a few seconds. All followed by a week of stilted conversation, of awkward phone calls and closed-off looks, when patience was tested and concentration lost.
I'm going to go fall into bed now ^^;
Ok part of the reason for lack of ficcage is that I went out and socialised which turned out to be more fun than I'd expected. That and I was actually feeling sociable and happy *gasps* The new officers had organised a presentation from a pretty cute American guy who works for Gonzo. Well, he got in contact with us and offered and so this was the first thing the new officers had really sorted out by themselves (and they did a great job btw) so as the former officers it was important that we support it, etc, etc. I don't know what I was expecting but it was actually a lot of fun (helped that the guy was kind of cute and nice and friendly) and I'd forgotten how much fun LAS can be when we all get together. Damn I'm going to miss them all so much when we go our separate ways :(
But anyway, the point is that we went to the pub afterwards and stayed until we got kicked out and so I only got back about an hour ago and some writing has been done but now I'm falling asleep over my keyboard (not a good sign) and because this fic is quite different to the way I usually write I need to be able to concentrate.
Two steps forward.
An over-long embrace as they’d parted company for the night after a day of solitary rehearsals and a shared dinner. His hands skimming down a smooth back, muscles twitching beneath a thin t-shirt as the gesture brought them closer. The arm round his shoulder tightening as a face was gently pressed to his neck, a warm breath tickling already warm skin and the other hand, supposedly occupied with a carrier bag, brought up to press palm and splayed fingers against the small of his back, fingertips slipping between the gap where shirt and jeans didn’t quite meet. A brief brush of skin against skin that raised goosebumps and made him pull the other man closer almost on instinct before a pair of sheepish, slightly surprised grins were exchanged along with the usual ‘goodnight’s.
One step back.
A raised hand and a terse grin by way of welcome the next day. A handful of stupid jokes made at his expense during rehearsals and breaks when mutual eye contact was rare. A round-necked, long-sleeved top that was retained all day and that made it so much easier for the other man to ignore his hand when he placed it on an arm, easier too to brush it off when it had lingered for longer than a few seconds. All followed by a week of stilted conversation, of awkward phone calls and closed-off looks, when patience was tested and concentration lost.
I'm going to go fall into bed now ^^;