Los Alamos
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tobiascharity planted the bunny in my head.
Los Alamos
Author: fizza( taylor)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine of course, although Oro once did tempt me with a hostile takeover plan
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A clock ticks, like the one in the Oval Office. Will looks up at the ceiling and counts off a minute.
“Do you still love her?” he asks.
Charlie looks at him across the darkness. “Well...not in the immediate sense anymore. But it’s Zoey. It’s hard not to love her.”
Will closes his eyes and its still black underneath his eyelids. He can put what little light there is in the room away, and focus on the timbre of Charlie’s voice. He knows when he’ll press his lips together, and when he’ll breathe, even though he can’t see a thing.
“ How about her?”
“How about her what?”
Will pauses, and finds the words he needs before something else comes out of his mouth. When he doesn’t find words, he moves to nervous action. The kind of nervous action that pushes you over a poker table and connects with the lips of someone already pining away for someone else.
“ I meant...Does she still love you?” he asks.
“I don’t think she ever did.” Charlie says in a voice he doesn’t know. “ She thinks I’m, you know, lovestruck. Which I suppose isn’t a bad thing but...” Charlie lays his head back on his hands, “She thinks it in a condesending way.” he sighs deeply. “She thinks I’m cute.
“You are cute”
Charlie laughs a little and leans over. He kisses Will on the top of his shoulder and works his way up towards his throat. He knows in the dark, Will is smiling. It’ll be all okay for the rest of the night.
But they both know, that neither one is so sure of the light.
tobiascharity planted the bunny in my head. Los Alamos
Author: fizza( taylor)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine of course, although Oro once did tempt me with a hostile takeover plan
=
A clock ticks, like the one in the Oval Office. Will looks up at the ceiling and counts off a minute.
“Do you still love her?” he asks.
Charlie looks at him across the darkness. “Well...not in the immediate sense anymore. But it’s Zoey. It’s hard not to love her.”
Will closes his eyes and its still black underneath his eyelids. He can put what little light there is in the room away, and focus on the timbre of Charlie’s voice. He knows when he’ll press his lips together, and when he’ll breathe, even though he can’t see a thing.
“ How about her?”
“How about her what?”
Will pauses, and finds the words he needs before something else comes out of his mouth. When he doesn’t find words, he moves to nervous action. The kind of nervous action that pushes you over a poker table and connects with the lips of someone already pining away for someone else.
“ I meant...Does she still love you?” he asks.
“I don’t think she ever did.” Charlie says in a voice he doesn’t know. “ She thinks I’m, you know, lovestruck. Which I suppose isn’t a bad thing but...” Charlie lays his head back on his hands, “She thinks it in a condesending way.” he sighs deeply. “She thinks I’m cute.
“You are cute”
Charlie laughs a little and leans over. He kisses Will on the top of his shoulder and works his way up towards his throat. He knows in the dark, Will is smiling. It’ll be all okay for the rest of the night.
But they both know, that neither one is so sure of the light.
