Fic: Don't Say The Word (SB/VM, PG)
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rugbytackleTitle: Don't Say The Word
Author:
lunasv
Pairing: VM/SB
Summary: Jealousy makes you stupid.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's fictional. I know nothing.
Notes: Slice of life, things overheard as lovers deal with not being jealous. Not my best work, but came to me in the car this afternoon on long drive home. Took about 30 minutes to transcribe from my brain to computer. Written for the
contrelamontre jealousy show-don't tell challenge.
"Do you do it just to make me __" Sean refused to say the word. He wasn't going to dignify the emotion with even two syllables.
"What?" Viggo feigned innocence with a straight face, an ability that grated on Sean. Not that he couldn't do it, too. He could. He had. Lied with seraphic smile. But at the moment, it was infuriating that his lover had the same talent.
"The photos. The touching. In front of everyone."
"Karl?"
Sean stopped his pacing. "Who the bloody fuck else?" He was thisclose to forgetting he had control over his temper.
"And did it make you?" Two played the semantics game. They never said the word. Never admitted the emotion existed between them. Saying the word made what they had more concrete. Took it to another level.
Deep breath. Tried to calm himself. Reminded himself of the promise he'd made: Give Viggo the benefit of the doubt. "How was it supposed to make me feel?" The words uncoiled from the pit of his stomach.
"Aroused." Quick. Single. Thought.
"You and another man?"
"Karl's not another man." Arms and legs stretching out, body splayed on the bed. A move to tempt, to put lover off-guard, stop the conversation. "You've had him."
Sean pushed on. "That was then."
"And this is now." A pause. Long enough for a heartbeat. "I miss you."
"So you fill the void with him." Not a question. An accusation.
"It wasn't like that."
"Well, what was it like?" Sean stalked around the bed.
"Tell me." Stopped. Changed course. Tactics. Dropped to the bed.
"Cause I'm having trouble seeing beyond the pictures." Sean straddled Viggo's legs.
"He was missing ?" Viggo started.
"Who?" Sean wasn't sure he was going to let Vig explain. It would ruin a good emotional jag. "Craig? Orli? Marton? Who's he fucking this month?"
"Not me." Viggo blew out a breath, closed his eyes and slowly reopened them. Transformation complete. To someone more than Viggo. Not quite as innocent as Aragorn. And an infraction less enticing as Lucifer. "Is that the answer you want?"
"Only if it's the truth."
"You can't deal with the truth." Viggo pushed up on his elbows. Other movement restricted. "You can't even say the words, Sean."
"Which words?" Sean moved up. Knees bent into Viggo's hips.
"Love?" Leaning up.
"Hate?" Stretching.
"Trust?" Resting weight against palms spread out at Viggo's shoulders.
"Commitment."
"It's in my vocabulary."
"You just don't use it."
Sean dropped his head to Viggo's, whispering in his ear. "Commitment," he said slowly. "Three m's. Two t's. And one i. Like in I am not the one with the bloody photo of me and another man plastered all over the Internet." Breathed out against Viggo's cheek. "I am not the one who missed his lover's curtain call."
"I'm not the one who's je--," Viggo started.
Sean shut him up with a kiss.
Author:
lunasv Pairing: VM/SB
Summary: Jealousy makes you stupid.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's fictional. I know nothing.
Notes: Slice of life, things overheard as lovers deal with not being jealous. Not my best work, but came to me in the car this afternoon on long drive home. Took about 30 minutes to transcribe from my brain to computer. Written for the
contrelamontre jealousy show-don't tell challenge."Do you do it just to make me __" Sean refused to say the word. He wasn't going to dignify the emotion with even two syllables.
"What?" Viggo feigned innocence with a straight face, an ability that grated on Sean. Not that he couldn't do it, too. He could. He had. Lied with seraphic smile. But at the moment, it was infuriating that his lover had the same talent.
"The photos. The touching. In front of everyone."
"Karl?"
Sean stopped his pacing. "Who the bloody fuck else?" He was thisclose to forgetting he had control over his temper.
"And did it make you?" Two played the semantics game. They never said the word. Never admitted the emotion existed between them. Saying the word made what they had more concrete. Took it to another level.
Deep breath. Tried to calm himself. Reminded himself of the promise he'd made: Give Viggo the benefit of the doubt. "How was it supposed to make me feel?" The words uncoiled from the pit of his stomach.
"Aroused." Quick. Single. Thought.
"You and another man?"
"Karl's not another man." Arms and legs stretching out, body splayed on the bed. A move to tempt, to put lover off-guard, stop the conversation. "You've had him."
Sean pushed on. "That was then."
"And this is now." A pause. Long enough for a heartbeat. "I miss you."
"So you fill the void with him." Not a question. An accusation.
"It wasn't like that."
"Well, what was it like?" Sean stalked around the bed.
"Tell me." Stopped. Changed course. Tactics. Dropped to the bed.
"Cause I'm having trouble seeing beyond the pictures." Sean straddled Viggo's legs.
"He was missing ?" Viggo started.
"Who?" Sean wasn't sure he was going to let Vig explain. It would ruin a good emotional jag. "Craig? Orli? Marton? Who's he fucking this month?"
"Not me." Viggo blew out a breath, closed his eyes and slowly reopened them. Transformation complete. To someone more than Viggo. Not quite as innocent as Aragorn. And an infraction less enticing as Lucifer. "Is that the answer you want?"
"Only if it's the truth."
"You can't deal with the truth." Viggo pushed up on his elbows. Other movement restricted. "You can't even say the words, Sean."
"Which words?" Sean moved up. Knees bent into Viggo's hips.
"Love?" Leaning up.
"Hate?" Stretching.
"Trust?" Resting weight against palms spread out at Viggo's shoulders.
"Commitment."
"It's in my vocabulary."
"You just don't use it."
Sean dropped his head to Viggo's, whispering in his ear. "Commitment," he said slowly. "Three m's. Two t's. And one i. Like in I am not the one with the bloody photo of me and another man plastered all over the Internet." Breathed out against Viggo's cheek. "I am not the one who missed his lover's curtain call."
"I'm not the one who's je--," Viggo started.
Sean shut him up with a kiss.
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Date: 2003-03-23 07:50 pm (UTC)Lovely. :)
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Date: 2003-03-23 08:00 pm (UTC)Never sure about those improv things.
And I enjoyed the pincushion you sent. He made a nice pillow.
*weg*
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Date: 2003-03-23 08:13 pm (UTC)and I swear, that icon is going to kill me one of these days.
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Date: 2003-03-23 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-24 04:57 am (UTC)As for the birthday, I mentioned it in my LJ but didn't send out an all-points bulletin. It was nice. Got some clothes, books, candles. Did the family thing. You can write me belated schmoop when I least expect it. *g*
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Date: 2003-03-28 12:19 pm (UTC)