Dec. 19th, 2008 07:50 am
Ficlet: La Goulalante de Pauvre Jean
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fox_confessorLa Goulalante De Pauvre Jean
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inclineoftrees future verse/Paris verse
400 words
inclineoftrees Paris-verse...so maybe spoilers for those who have been following this second time around
The late dinner had turned into breakfast, lunch, and back into an early dinner. Then, a short train ride out to the countryside and a room in an inn that overlooked the rolling vineyards as far as the eye could see before Ian and Dominic found themselves lingering again over a breakfast of berries, pastries and strong tea. Dominic had only meant to stop at Ian's table and wish him felicitation on the closing of his play and leave him to his celebration, surrounded as he was by young actors, actresses and hangers-on, but the twinkle in Ian's eyes had completely tipped Dominic's already unsteady equilibrium and he'd found himself falling.
He wasn't sure that he'd exactly call it romantic love, this thing that he and Ian had for one another, though a love of a sorts--a love of Paris, a love for his life that he'd not felt in too long, and until then hadn't even known it'd been missed. A love of featherlight touches, of long snogs in the middle of the night--of no promises and few expectations beyond whatever the current moment brought. Leaning across the table they shared, Dominic kissed Ian's weathered cheek, Ian's whiskers rough against his lips, in thanks and appreciation that Ian acknowledged with a nod, as if it were his due. Dominic supposed it was.
"If I was twenty years younger," Ian began, as he rested his hand on Dominic's knee.
"If you were twenty years younger, I'm not sure I would have survived the night." Dominic sat back in his chair, not minding when Ian's hand slid a little higher than his knee. He liked it when Ian's laughter rumbled through him, managing to sound both mischievous and lascivious in the same breath. Dominic raised both his tea and his eyebrows, daring Ian to deny it.
"If I was twenty years younger, I'm not exactly sure what I would have done differently, actually." Ian bristled and harrumphed but his hand slid even higher, passing over the front of Dominic's trousers before he began to busy himself with sugar and cream and topping off both their cups.
"And you're a liar. I seem to remember several comments last night about exactly what you'd do if you were twenty years younger, and don't think I'm not still considering giving them a go."
"Good gracious me, Dominic. You are a delight."
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inclineoftrees future verse/Paris verse400 words
inclineoftrees Paris-verse...so maybe spoilers for those who have been following this second time around
The late dinner had turned into breakfast, lunch, and back into an early dinner. Then, a short train ride out to the countryside and a room in an inn that overlooked the rolling vineyards as far as the eye could see before Ian and Dominic found themselves lingering again over a breakfast of berries, pastries and strong tea. Dominic had only meant to stop at Ian's table and wish him felicitation on the closing of his play and leave him to his celebration, surrounded as he was by young actors, actresses and hangers-on, but the twinkle in Ian's eyes had completely tipped Dominic's already unsteady equilibrium and he'd found himself falling.
He wasn't sure that he'd exactly call it romantic love, this thing that he and Ian had for one another, though a love of a sorts--a love of Paris, a love for his life that he'd not felt in too long, and until then hadn't even known it'd been missed. A love of featherlight touches, of long snogs in the middle of the night--of no promises and few expectations beyond whatever the current moment brought. Leaning across the table they shared, Dominic kissed Ian's weathered cheek, Ian's whiskers rough against his lips, in thanks and appreciation that Ian acknowledged with a nod, as if it were his due. Dominic supposed it was.
"If I was twenty years younger," Ian began, as he rested his hand on Dominic's knee.
"If you were twenty years younger, I'm not sure I would have survived the night." Dominic sat back in his chair, not minding when Ian's hand slid a little higher than his knee. He liked it when Ian's laughter rumbled through him, managing to sound both mischievous and lascivious in the same breath. Dominic raised both his tea and his eyebrows, daring Ian to deny it.
"If I was twenty years younger, I'm not exactly sure what I would have done differently, actually." Ian bristled and harrumphed but his hand slid even higher, passing over the front of Dominic's trousers before he began to busy himself with sugar and cream and topping off both their cups.
"And you're a liar. I seem to remember several comments last night about exactly what you'd do if you were twenty years younger, and don't think I'm not still considering giving them a go."
"Good gracious me, Dominic. You are a delight."
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Ohhhhhhhh I so love Dominic and Ian Parisverse, and how comfortable they are. They redefine cozy, don't they?
A love of featherlight touches, of long snogs in the middle of the night--of no promises and few expectations beyond whatever the current moment brought. Leaning across the table they shared, Dominic kissed Ian's weathered cheek, Ian's whiskers rough against his lips, in thanks and appreciation that Ian acknowledged with a nod, as if it were his due. Dominic supposed it was.
Gah, that is so WARM, I love it I love it I love it. They're BOTH delights. As are you. Oh my god hi, this makes me delirious before coffee and I LOVE IT. <33333333333
And Piaf!!!