rugbytackle | Drabble

Title: Dreaming
Disclaimer: they are not mine and this didn't happen in real life.
Notes: all comments appreciated

Sean curled an arm under his head as he stretched out in his beach house alone. Alone.... it was a cursed word, it was the third time that he had uttered it when he had thought that he has been in a safe, loving marriage.

He was glad to be back in New Zealand where he could live the dream.

Viggo stolle softly into the house. Why hadn't Sean been able to tell his friends what had been wrong, the reasons for his visits home? They had all been left to found it out on the news. Everyone had felt hurt and betrayed and Viggo entered the house planning to give Sean a piece of his mind.

Entering the bedroom Viggo sat down softly in the chair by the bed. Placing a hand on his friend's chest to wake him up, he was startled when a warm hand covered his own. Lookig at his friend's face he noted the lines of sleep. Leaning over to extract his hand, an arm snaked around his body, puling him down and rolling them both onto their sides so their bodies pressd together.

"Please... please don't leave me."

Viggo threw an arm over Sean's hip as he heard the hurt, pleading in his voice.

"I am here Sean. I'll never leave you."

Closing his eyes Viggo drifted off into sleep. Both were content, feeling a warm body pressed against their own, forgetting everything else. Living the dream, the dream of love.