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rugbytackleOkay another drabble-ficlet-double drabble bit of fluff. A sequel to "Late Night" posted yesterday. Please read that one first! :-)
Early Morning
“Oh, gods…”
“Hmmm?”
“Oh shite, Veeeeeeeg …fuck…what did I do last night?”
“Hmmm?”
“We’re on the fucking floor…”
“Yeah. You okay?”
“Oh, gods. My bloody head is about to explode. What the fuck did I do anyway? How much did I have?”
“I dunno. Come back to bed, baby.”
“We’re not in the bed. We’re on the bloody floor. Is that my fault? It is, isn’t it?”
“So we’re going to be awake now? Is that it?”
“Sorry.”
“No you’re not. You’re miserable and you want company. And sympathy. And someone to get you tea and toast.”
“I love you, you know.”
“Oh good lord, you’d better. Earl Grey? Plain toast?”
“Can I get off the floor?”
“That’s a good question. Last night the answer would have been ‘no’.”
“You’re mad at me?”
“I want to be.”
“But are you?”
“Yes…no…yes…well, no…probably not.”
“I love you, Vig.”
“Hmmm. I have to go make tea and toast.”
“And you love me, too.”
“Hmmm.”
“You love my flashing green eyes.”
“Which are bloodshot and swollen.”
“You love my sexy accent.”
“Not after hearing you slur your words all over the place last night.”
“Don’t you still love my rakish grin? My fair English rose complexion? My arse? Anything?”
“Hangover breath, blotchy morning after skin, can’t see your ass, and no, nothing.”
“Bloody hell, Vig. Come ‘ere. Are you really angry at me?”
“Let me go get your tea and toast.”
“Love—“
“I’ll be back.”
“Umph…too old to be sleeping on the floor. Hey, Vig! Can you hear me? Vig?”
“What? I’m right here.”
“Can I have marmalade, too?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Whot?”
“Now you’re going to place special orders? It’s not enough that I’m waiting on you hand and foot, you big goof?”
“Just be nice and bring the marmalade, too, yeah?”
“Whatever. Lay back down.”
“Vig?”
“Give me a second.”
“Vig?”
“Oh, Seanie. When’d you do that?”
“Like them?”
“Yeah…you knew I would.”
“See? Even when I’m a pain in the arse, I love you.”
“And even I love you when you’re a pain in the ass. Thank you for the flowers. And the chocolate.”
“You know what yesterday was, right?”
“Saturday?”
“But what day?”
“I dunno. Did I forget something? I got busy with that piece for the show—“
“Us, you arse. It was one year since we figured it out. Figured us out. Since that first--”
“Oh my God, I wasn’t even here. Sean, I am so sorry!”
“’s all right. I just missed you. So I started drinking your whiskey thinking you’d be home any time. And I guess I overdid it.”
“You overdid it; I underdid it. Forgive me?”
“Always. But especially if you bring me the tea. And the toast. And then go back to sleep – properly, and not on the floor – with me.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you, too. More than those flowers can say, or the chocolates…or all the cards I read and rejected.”
“You love me.”
“And you love me, too. And that is what makes it all worthwhile. Even this fucking hangover.”
“Oops, sorry. I’ll get your tea and toast. Warm up my side of the bed for me?”
“Now and forever, Love.”
Early Morning
“Oh, gods…”
“Hmmm?”
“Oh shite, Veeeeeeeg …fuck…what did I do last night?”
“Hmmm?”
“We’re on the fucking floor…”
“Yeah. You okay?”
“Oh, gods. My bloody head is about to explode. What the fuck did I do anyway? How much did I have?”
“I dunno. Come back to bed, baby.”
“We’re not in the bed. We’re on the bloody floor. Is that my fault? It is, isn’t it?”
“So we’re going to be awake now? Is that it?”
“Sorry.”
“No you’re not. You’re miserable and you want company. And sympathy. And someone to get you tea and toast.”
“I love you, you know.”
“Oh good lord, you’d better. Earl Grey? Plain toast?”
“Can I get off the floor?”
“That’s a good question. Last night the answer would have been ‘no’.”
“You’re mad at me?”
“I want to be.”
“But are you?”
“Yes…no…yes…well, no…probably not.”
“I love you, Vig.”
“Hmmm. I have to go make tea and toast.”
“And you love me, too.”
“Hmmm.”
“You love my flashing green eyes.”
“Which are bloodshot and swollen.”
“You love my sexy accent.”
“Not after hearing you slur your words all over the place last night.”
“Don’t you still love my rakish grin? My fair English rose complexion? My arse? Anything?”
“Hangover breath, blotchy morning after skin, can’t see your ass, and no, nothing.”
“Bloody hell, Vig. Come ‘ere. Are you really angry at me?”
“Let me go get your tea and toast.”
“Love—“
“I’ll be back.”
“Umph…too old to be sleeping on the floor. Hey, Vig! Can you hear me? Vig?”
“What? I’m right here.”
“Can I have marmalade, too?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Whot?”
“Now you’re going to place special orders? It’s not enough that I’m waiting on you hand and foot, you big goof?”
“Just be nice and bring the marmalade, too, yeah?”
“Whatever. Lay back down.”
“Vig?”
“Give me a second.”
“Vig?”
“Oh, Seanie. When’d you do that?”
“Like them?”
“Yeah…you knew I would.”
“See? Even when I’m a pain in the arse, I love you.”
“And even I love you when you’re a pain in the ass. Thank you for the flowers. And the chocolate.”
“You know what yesterday was, right?”
“Saturday?”
“But what day?”
“I dunno. Did I forget something? I got busy with that piece for the show—“
“Us, you arse. It was one year since we figured it out. Figured us out. Since that first--”
“Oh my God, I wasn’t even here. Sean, I am so sorry!”
“’s all right. I just missed you. So I started drinking your whiskey thinking you’d be home any time. And I guess I overdid it.”
“You overdid it; I underdid it. Forgive me?”
“Always. But especially if you bring me the tea. And the toast. And then go back to sleep – properly, and not on the floor – with me.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you, too. More than those flowers can say, or the chocolates…or all the cards I read and rejected.”
“You love me.”
“And you love me, too. And that is what makes it all worthwhile. Even this fucking hangover.”
“Oops, sorry. I’ll get your tea and toast. Warm up my side of the bed for me?”
“Now and forever, Love.”
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