Long weekend, sickness and... a fic?!
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chesneeOkay. So I wasn't around like I promised to be. But it's the damn job that keeps me away from writing wonderful stuff on my journal. Sometimes I'm so tired I go to sleep at 8 - my husband isn't even surprised anymore. I stopped cooking! - now that's depressing and even when I do, it's somehow halfhearted. And what's worse, I can't get to solve the problem.
However, it seems my country decided to help me! By giving us a free Friday on the 11th - our Independence Day. Finally, I realised - what I need is a three-day weekend! It's Sunday and I feel refreshed beyond belief. I'm even looking forward to going to school tomorrow. So. My conclusion: we should work four days and have three days free. WHY NOT? It works for me and I'm surely not a lazy person.
However, it's still not as great as it could be. I got slightly sick on Tuesday and finally succumbed to DISEASE on Friday. It wasn't much, apart from low fever and a bit of a sore throat. The worst was the NAUSEA that wouldn't let me go for the whole day. I couldn't eat, couldn't lie down, couldn't sit or anything without feeling like puking all over everything at sight. Husband was very caring, concerned and all, letting me complain the whole day. He even made some dinner and forced me to eat (took me 5 hours to swallow the whole plate of delicious pasta) then to take some weird medicine and finally, finally! I felt better. Good enough to sit in the living room and watch a football match, Poland-Italy which we lost anyway (such a waste of time, this was). To conclude - my brave organism decided to defeat the sickness (whatever it was) and I'm okay now, even if somehow wary of food (you never know).
So leaving a puzzling disease behind - I wrote a fic. WHAT? I can't believe myself. HOW? I don't know either, It was just. I sat and things got there in the word document. Over 1000 words, even. I wrote at work *facepalm* because I couldn't stop writing. And all for an anonymous meme on Arashi debut. And the story isn't even on debut (more facepalm). But the prompt was awesome and the prompter kind enough to praise me so... I decided to put it here. So. It's below. And it's so embarrassing I could die. How do people post on normal basis is beyond me.
Why Do I Love You
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“So how many of those did you have?”
Sho winces before taking a careful sip. The coffee is good, if not too strong, but the taste is slowly leaving a burning, almost bitter sensation in his throat. He’s had too much – he knows that – but the accusation in Nino’s voice makes him shrug his shoulders defiantly.
“I like coffee.” He accompanies the statement with a scowl.
“Right.” Nino has stopped doing whatever he had been doing and is looking at him in that way which could only be described as unimpressed. “You know it’s not good for you. You’ll ruin your stomach that way.”
Sho scoffs and turns back to his newspaper. But, apparently, Nino isn’t finished.
“Seriously, have you seen yourself lately? With those bags under your eyes, you don’t look tired anymore, it’s more like sick.”
Sho sighs pointedly and decides not to comment. Nino gets like that sometimes, possessive and nagging. It’s only because he cares, Sho tells himself.
“Sho? Are you even listening?”
“No.” He makes a point by rustling his newspaper. He needs the report done by tonight and the Internet isn’t helping. Also, did he phone his manager about the overlap in his schedule tomorrow?
“Sho, would you just listen -”
“Not now, Nino.” He snaps, perhaps unnecessary, but he needs to focus now. He checks his mobile frantically and exhales in relief when a message informs him about the change in interviews. Well that was close.
He is turning back to the paper when it’s snatched away by an annoyed Nino.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” Sho watches as Nino flings the newspaper to the floor. “You just don’t see it, do you. All those reports, papers, commentaries, as if you’re, I don’t know, a university professor. It’s just a news programme, for goodness sake. Don’t they have an intern or something to do this shit for you?”
“It’s not-“
“And it’s always, ‘I’m busy’ or ‘I need to finish this’, you’re not a company president, you know.” Nino interrupts him before he has the chance to say anything. Sho takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm. He can’t, though, with the clock ticking and obligations lining up before him.
He knows he’s working too hard, it’s just that the more he does, the more there is waiting for him. And Nino – well, it’s not like he has so much to do, he thinks despite himself.
“If you worry so much, why don’t you help me a bit, instead of butting in?” He almost bites his tongue but whatever, he’s said it and at least Nino has stopped talking.
Sho gets up and grabs his coffee. He pours it to the sink and leans on the kitchen counter. He sighs and puts his head in his hands. This is not what he had in mind when he rushed home after the meeting.
“I am trying to help, Sho-chan.” Nino, it seems, is on some sort of a mission. Sho sets his teeth and decides to wait it out, gaze fixed on the floor. He hears Nino go on about how ungrateful and utterly irresponsible he is, and his words pile up into an irritating buzz. How is it, Sho wonders, that Nino has turned to be so annoying. He wasn’t always like this, Sho’s sure of that, but for the love of God, he cannot even try to remember when the last time was when he so much as smiled as they spoke to each other.
“And the first thing you do when you come in, it’s your precious reports no one’s going to read anyway, that’s all you care about-“
The words are out before he can stop them.
“Would you just shut up!” He almost doesn’t recognize his voice, loud and furious. “The last thing I wanted tonight was to come home and listen to your constant yapping!”
The silence meeting his outburst leaves his hands shaking and his vision blurry. It takes a while until the meaning of his own words hits him. And then-
“Oh God,” he clutches his head, not daring to look up. “Nino. I’m-”
“See, Sho-chan,” Nino’s voice is suspiciously even, not a trace of anger. It makes Sho’s heart clench a bit. “Normally, you’d bite my head off after I’d managed to insult you first.” He sounds unaffected, almost bored, Sho thinks, while he himself tries his best to not hyperventilate. Nino also sounds very close, as if he was –
Sho looks up and Nino is right in front of him, close enough to touch, his eyes serious but his mouth splitting into that infuriating, I-know-everything-about-you smirk which Sho loves so much but also hates will all his might and just seeing it makes him reach out and pull Nino close to him almost roughly.
He kisses Nino with everything he’s got, hard and deep, with a lot of tongue and little breathing. He can hear the sounds they are making and he can feel Nino’s fingers gripping his shoulders. Sho closes his eyes and remembers the first time he kissed Nino like that, desperate and wanting, unable to stop himself. He remembers the feeling of needing Nino, needing to touch him, hold him and taste every part of him that is there. He lets it overwhelm him, taking in Nino’s scent that seems to be everywhere around him. Nino tastes like himself, exactly like in his memories. The familiarity of that taste exhilarates Sho so much he feels like never letting go.
He does let go, however, when the lack of oxygen makes him almost pass out. His head is swimming and he leans his forehead on Nino’s shoulder. He slowly registers the fact that Nino is holding him, close and tight. Nino’s breathing a bit hard and he’s warm and soft and just perfect in Sho’s embrace.
Sho also notices that one of his hands has moved itself to rest on Nino’s ass.
“God,” he groans, suddenly feeling unable to move. “I don’t even -”
He stops when he feels Nino shaking from silent laughter. “Sho-chan,” he breathes, his fingers playing with Sho’s hair. Sho lets him go and looks at Nino’s reddened cheeks and glistening lips. He looks at Nino, his beautiful boyfriend who makes him the best coffee, despite nagging about its unhealthiness. He looks behind Nino, at the clean sink and a still warm pot of soup on the counter. He drops his gaze and makes a decision.
“I think,” he says, “I want to lie down for a while.” He ignores the strange cracking in his voice.
He holds his breath and dares to look up when there’s a squeeze on his shoulders.
“Do you want me to help you warm the sheets?” Nino is smiling again, eyebrows waggling suggestively, and his face is so horribly smug that Sho kind of wants to rape him right there on the kitchen floor.
The bed is more comfortable, he figures, as he tugs Nino towards the bedroom.
The rest of the world can wait.
However, it seems my country decided to help me! By giving us a free Friday on the 11th - our Independence Day. Finally, I realised - what I need is a three-day weekend! It's Sunday and I feel refreshed beyond belief. I'm even looking forward to going to school tomorrow. So. My conclusion: we should work four days and have three days free. WHY NOT? It works for me and I'm surely not a lazy person.
However, it's still not as great as it could be. I got slightly sick on Tuesday and finally succumbed to DISEASE on Friday. It wasn't much, apart from low fever and a bit of a sore throat. The worst was the NAUSEA that wouldn't let me go for the whole day. I couldn't eat, couldn't lie down, couldn't sit or anything without feeling like puking all over everything at sight. Husband was very caring, concerned and all, letting me complain the whole day. He even made some dinner and forced me to eat (took me 5 hours to swallow the whole plate of delicious pasta) then to take some weird medicine and finally, finally! I felt better. Good enough to sit in the living room and watch a football match, Poland-Italy which we lost anyway (such a waste of time, this was). To conclude - my brave organism decided to defeat the sickness (whatever it was) and I'm okay now, even if somehow wary of food (you never know).
So leaving a puzzling disease behind - I wrote a fic. WHAT? I can't believe myself. HOW? I don't know either, It was just. I sat and things got there in the word document. Over 1000 words, even. I wrote at work *facepalm* because I couldn't stop writing. And all for an anonymous meme on Arashi debut. And the story isn't even on debut (more facepalm). But the prompt was awesome and the prompter kind enough to praise me so... I decided to put it here. So. It's below. And it's so embarrassing I could die. How do people post on normal basis is beyond me.
Why Do I Love You
---------------------------------------------------
“So how many of those did you have?”
Sho winces before taking a careful sip. The coffee is good, if not too strong, but the taste is slowly leaving a burning, almost bitter sensation in his throat. He’s had too much – he knows that – but the accusation in Nino’s voice makes him shrug his shoulders defiantly.
“I like coffee.” He accompanies the statement with a scowl.
“Right.” Nino has stopped doing whatever he had been doing and is looking at him in that way which could only be described as unimpressed. “You know it’s not good for you. You’ll ruin your stomach that way.”
Sho scoffs and turns back to his newspaper. But, apparently, Nino isn’t finished.
“Seriously, have you seen yourself lately? With those bags under your eyes, you don’t look tired anymore, it’s more like sick.”
Sho sighs pointedly and decides not to comment. Nino gets like that sometimes, possessive and nagging. It’s only because he cares, Sho tells himself.
“Sho? Are you even listening?”
“No.” He makes a point by rustling his newspaper. He needs the report done by tonight and the Internet isn’t helping. Also, did he phone his manager about the overlap in his schedule tomorrow?
“Sho, would you just listen -”
“Not now, Nino.” He snaps, perhaps unnecessary, but he needs to focus now. He checks his mobile frantically and exhales in relief when a message informs him about the change in interviews. Well that was close.
He is turning back to the paper when it’s snatched away by an annoyed Nino.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” Sho watches as Nino flings the newspaper to the floor. “You just don’t see it, do you. All those reports, papers, commentaries, as if you’re, I don’t know, a university professor. It’s just a news programme, for goodness sake. Don’t they have an intern or something to do this shit for you?”
“It’s not-“
“And it’s always, ‘I’m busy’ or ‘I need to finish this’, you’re not a company president, you know.” Nino interrupts him before he has the chance to say anything. Sho takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm. He can’t, though, with the clock ticking and obligations lining up before him.
He knows he’s working too hard, it’s just that the more he does, the more there is waiting for him. And Nino – well, it’s not like he has so much to do, he thinks despite himself.
“If you worry so much, why don’t you help me a bit, instead of butting in?” He almost bites his tongue but whatever, he’s said it and at least Nino has stopped talking.
Sho gets up and grabs his coffee. He pours it to the sink and leans on the kitchen counter. He sighs and puts his head in his hands. This is not what he had in mind when he rushed home after the meeting.
“I am trying to help, Sho-chan.” Nino, it seems, is on some sort of a mission. Sho sets his teeth and decides to wait it out, gaze fixed on the floor. He hears Nino go on about how ungrateful and utterly irresponsible he is, and his words pile up into an irritating buzz. How is it, Sho wonders, that Nino has turned to be so annoying. He wasn’t always like this, Sho’s sure of that, but for the love of God, he cannot even try to remember when the last time was when he so much as smiled as they spoke to each other.
“And the first thing you do when you come in, it’s your precious reports no one’s going to read anyway, that’s all you care about-“
The words are out before he can stop them.
“Would you just shut up!” He almost doesn’t recognize his voice, loud and furious. “The last thing I wanted tonight was to come home and listen to your constant yapping!”
The silence meeting his outburst leaves his hands shaking and his vision blurry. It takes a while until the meaning of his own words hits him. And then-
“Oh God,” he clutches his head, not daring to look up. “Nino. I’m-”
“See, Sho-chan,” Nino’s voice is suspiciously even, not a trace of anger. It makes Sho’s heart clench a bit. “Normally, you’d bite my head off after I’d managed to insult you first.” He sounds unaffected, almost bored, Sho thinks, while he himself tries his best to not hyperventilate. Nino also sounds very close, as if he was –
Sho looks up and Nino is right in front of him, close enough to touch, his eyes serious but his mouth splitting into that infuriating, I-know-everything-about-you smirk which Sho loves so much but also hates will all his might and just seeing it makes him reach out and pull Nino close to him almost roughly.
He kisses Nino with everything he’s got, hard and deep, with a lot of tongue and little breathing. He can hear the sounds they are making and he can feel Nino’s fingers gripping his shoulders. Sho closes his eyes and remembers the first time he kissed Nino like that, desperate and wanting, unable to stop himself. He remembers the feeling of needing Nino, needing to touch him, hold him and taste every part of him that is there. He lets it overwhelm him, taking in Nino’s scent that seems to be everywhere around him. Nino tastes like himself, exactly like in his memories. The familiarity of that taste exhilarates Sho so much he feels like never letting go.
He does let go, however, when the lack of oxygen makes him almost pass out. His head is swimming and he leans his forehead on Nino’s shoulder. He slowly registers the fact that Nino is holding him, close and tight. Nino’s breathing a bit hard and he’s warm and soft and just perfect in Sho’s embrace.
Sho also notices that one of his hands has moved itself to rest on Nino’s ass.
“God,” he groans, suddenly feeling unable to move. “I don’t even -”
He stops when he feels Nino shaking from silent laughter. “Sho-chan,” he breathes, his fingers playing with Sho’s hair. Sho lets him go and looks at Nino’s reddened cheeks and glistening lips. He looks at Nino, his beautiful boyfriend who makes him the best coffee, despite nagging about its unhealthiness. He looks behind Nino, at the clean sink and a still warm pot of soup on the counter. He drops his gaze and makes a decision.
“I think,” he says, “I want to lie down for a while.” He ignores the strange cracking in his voice.
He holds his breath and dares to look up when there’s a squeeze on his shoulders.
“Do you want me to help you warm the sheets?” Nino is smiling again, eyebrows waggling suggestively, and his face is so horribly smug that Sho kind of wants to rape him right there on the kitchen floor.
The bed is more comfortable, he figures, as he tugs Nino towards the bedroom.
The rest of the world can wait.
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:51 pm (UTC)nice work~
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-11-14 02:41 am (UTC)I enjoyed this! Thanks for sharing :D
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Date: 2012-01-04 09:06 pm (UTC)Thank you and sorry again, and have a very good New Year!
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Date: 2012-08-08 03:31 am (UTC)Never commented on this fic, but I've read it a couple of times and it's just lovely. <D Caring!Nino being smug about it in the end with Sho giving in. xD