Viggo/Bean, She got to you first
May. 31st, 2010 10:23 pmTitle: She got to you first
Author:
suometar
Beta:
willowaif
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: R
Archive: Rugbytackling
Disclaimer: Well, I’d love to say: “THEY’RE MINE! MY OWN LITTLE TOYBOYS AND I DO WHATEVER I WISH WITH THEM!” Wouldn’t we all? But no, they belong to themselves. Damn selfish...
I find you standing in the backyard, whether you notice me or not, you keep your back to the door, to me. I sit down on the porch, you know I’m here. You keep on looking at something, the clouds I bet. They’re coloured yellow and orange by the setting sun. Wouldn’t blame you for that, it looks beautiful.
You just wanted to come by. Now you stand there, quiet. Wind blows gently and warm. It feels like hugs. Air circles into your shirt, buttoned up, but still wind knows how to work its way to feel your chest, your back, your fluffy little British tummy.
Sun dances in your hair. Shadows play with each other in the smoke of your cigarette. As the sun goes down, your shadow crawls closer to me, crawls to my feet. And it doesn’t help me to wish for more, your shadow is all I’ll get.
I close my eyes for a second or two, I could have you between my legs. Warm, loving, coloured gold with the setting sun. It kills me to find only your cold, dark shadow wrapped around my legs like comforting me. I lift my hand like petting it. But then I look at you and I stop.
Finally you’ve had enough of me staring at you, worshiping you. You come to me, you must notice the little tears in my eyes. You step on the porch, mess my hair playfully before helping yourself inside, through the house, you’re leaving.
“Later mate.”
And it feels like the cigarette you dumped to the ground, was actually dumped on me.
Oh, how I hate for someone, her, getting you before I had the guts even to try.
Author:
Beta:
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: R
Archive: Rugbytackling
Disclaimer: Well, I’d love to say: “THEY’RE MINE! MY OWN LITTLE TOYBOYS AND I DO WHATEVER I WISH WITH THEM!” Wouldn’t we all? But no, they belong to themselves. Damn selfish...
I find you standing in the backyard, whether you notice me or not, you keep your back to the door, to me. I sit down on the porch, you know I’m here. You keep on looking at something, the clouds I bet. They’re coloured yellow and orange by the setting sun. Wouldn’t blame you for that, it looks beautiful.
You just wanted to come by. Now you stand there, quiet. Wind blows gently and warm. It feels like hugs. Air circles into your shirt, buttoned up, but still wind knows how to work its way to feel your chest, your back, your fluffy little British tummy.
Sun dances in your hair. Shadows play with each other in the smoke of your cigarette. As the sun goes down, your shadow crawls closer to me, crawls to my feet. And it doesn’t help me to wish for more, your shadow is all I’ll get.
I close my eyes for a second or two, I could have you between my legs. Warm, loving, coloured gold with the setting sun. It kills me to find only your cold, dark shadow wrapped around my legs like comforting me. I lift my hand like petting it. But then I look at you and I stop.
Finally you’ve had enough of me staring at you, worshiping you. You come to me, you must notice the little tears in my eyes. You step on the porch, mess my hair playfully before helping yourself inside, through the house, you’re leaving.
“Later mate.”
And it feels like the cigarette you dumped to the ground, was actually dumped on me.
Oh, how I hate for someone, her, getting you before I had the guts even to try.
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Date: 2010-06-01 08:28 am (UTC)I love your descriptions of the setting sun through the clouds and the symbolism of Sean's cold, dark shadow wrapping around him. Poor Viggo!
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Date: 2010-06-01 09:38 am (UTC)glad to hear you liked :)
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Date: 2010-06-04 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 04:08 pm (UTC)means a lot to me coz I also like your works :)