FAKE Triple Drabble: Forever Love
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badly_knittedTitle: Forever Love
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are celebrating.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Fumble’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Stumbling through the front door of their apartment, more than a little tipsy from the wine they’d consumed with their celebration dinner, Dee and Ryo fumbled with the fastenings on each other’s clothes, trying to get buttons unbuttoned, belts unbuckled, zippers unzipped, and laughing harder between kisses when their fingers, or the confounded fastenings themselves, refused to cooperate.
They would get there, eventually, they knew; clothes would start coming off and they’d tumble into bed, make love until they were spent, then fall asleep, draped over each other. The frustration wouldn’t last long, but for now what should be easy, after as much practice as they’d had, was proving anything but.
Ryo paused in the middle of attacking Dee’s shirt buttons, his smile widening.
“What?” Dee asked, grinning back, because it was impossible not to when the man he adored looked at him that way.
“I was just remembering the first time we did this, stumbling into my old apartment trying to undress each other. I don’t recall buttons being quite so complicated back then.”
“Yeah, well, we hadn’t been drinkin’ so much that night. Alcohol messes with coordination or somethin’.” Dee flexed his fingers, scowling at them. “It’s like my fingers don’t belong to me.”
“Well they’re not mine,” Ryo joked, snickering. “Unless you’ve got mine and I’ve got yours.” He shook his head. “I must be drunker than I thought.”
Dee laughed. “We only had one glass each.”
“I know, but you kept refilling them.”
“We were celebratin’. Gotta have wine to celebrate, or champagne, but I remember our weddin’ night, and the hangover we had next mornin’. Sharin’ a bottle of wine’s safer.”
“Fifteen years from that first night, and we’re still together. Can you believe it?”
“Told you back then, you and me, we’re forever, babe.”
The End
They would get there, eventually, they knew; clothes would start coming off and they’d tumble into bed, make love until they were spent, then fall asleep, draped over each other. The frustration wouldn’t last long, but for now what should be easy, after as much practice as they’d had, was proving anything but.
Ryo paused in the middle of attacking Dee’s shirt buttons, his smile widening.
“What?” Dee asked, grinning back, because it was impossible not to when the man he adored looked at him that way.
“I was just remembering the first time we did this, stumbling into my old apartment trying to undress each other. I don’t recall buttons being quite so complicated back then.”
“Yeah, well, we hadn’t been drinkin’ so much that night. Alcohol messes with coordination or somethin’.” Dee flexed his fingers, scowling at them. “It’s like my fingers don’t belong to me.”
“Well they’re not mine,” Ryo joked, snickering. “Unless you’ve got mine and I’ve got yours.” He shook his head. “I must be drunker than I thought.”
Dee laughed. “We only had one glass each.”
“I know, but you kept refilling them.”
“We were celebratin’. Gotta have wine to celebrate, or champagne, but I remember our weddin’ night, and the hangover we had next mornin’. Sharin’ a bottle of wine’s safer.”
“Fifteen years from that first night, and we’re still together. Can you believe it?”
“Told you back then, you and me, we’re forever, babe.”
The End
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Date: 2025-05-04 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-05-04 06:18 pm (UTC)Thank you!