Friday at the sandbox - Part 13 "Calm before the storm"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The boys utilised a dark playground before reality set in...
It’s funny how the weeks seem to pass by so slowly. Before I met Ennis the days used to fly by. Friday would come around before I knew it and then - blink - oh it’s Monday again. Lather, rinse, repeat…
Now? A week seems like a year. Ok, it’s only five days in reality, but you get my point. Yes, we’ve texted since the bar date, spoken even, but speaking to and actually seeing someone are a world apart.
I know he’s there when we arrive. I see his jeep. I park as close as I can and set my boy free. I’m locking up the car when I hear Ennis’ low rumble, “hi there Bobby.”
I walk closer to the sandbox, my gaze fixed on Ennis.
“Hey Mister,” Bobby replies. “My dad likes you.”
Great.
Ennis’ eyes never leave mine. “Is that right? You can tell your dad that I like him too.”
Bobby grins and leaps in with both feet. Literally. Sand flies everywhere and Ennis’ girls squeal in delight. Ennis brushes sand off his jeans and stands to greet me. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I step closer and help him brush the remaining sand off his jacket. “Sorry about that.”
“I’ve had worse,” Ennis replies.
His hand rubs over mine and we both flinch at the touch. Hell, this is harder than I thought it would be. I want to strip everything off him, right now. I’m sure that would get us arrested pretty damn quick though.
“You… uh… had a good week?” I manage to say.
“Bearable.” Ennis says, running his tongue over his lower lip.
I know that sign. He’s remembering. He wants it as bad as I do. Why can’t it be Sunday again already?
We sit on the bench, as close as we dare, watching the kids.
“So, how are you fixed for the weekend?” I ask, my fingers playing with a seam on the inner thigh of my jeans. “Want to grab another beer Sunday night? After I drop Bobby off?”
Ennis is watching my fingers, his own flexing inside his jacket pockets. “Sounds great. Although I can’t be too late as I’ve got an early start Monday,” he adds regretfully.
“Ok.” I reply. Any time is better than no time.
“Why don’t you come over to my place?” Ennis asks suddenly, looking me directly in the eye. “Um... if you’d like to of course.”
His place? If I like? Is the guy stupid? “I love to,” I say quietly. “I’ll bring beer.”
Ennis smiles, “I’ll get food.”
I smile back. “Perfect.”
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The boys utilised a dark playground before reality set in...
It’s funny how the weeks seem to pass by so slowly. Before I met Ennis the days used to fly by. Friday would come around before I knew it and then - blink - oh it’s Monday again. Lather, rinse, repeat…
Now? A week seems like a year. Ok, it’s only five days in reality, but you get my point. Yes, we’ve texted since the bar date, spoken even, but speaking to and actually seeing someone are a world apart.
I know he’s there when we arrive. I see his jeep. I park as close as I can and set my boy free. I’m locking up the car when I hear Ennis’ low rumble, “hi there Bobby.”
I walk closer to the sandbox, my gaze fixed on Ennis.
“Hey Mister,” Bobby replies. “My dad likes you.”
Great.
Ennis’ eyes never leave mine. “Is that right? You can tell your dad that I like him too.”
Bobby grins and leaps in with both feet. Literally. Sand flies everywhere and Ennis’ girls squeal in delight. Ennis brushes sand off his jeans and stands to greet me. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I step closer and help him brush the remaining sand off his jacket. “Sorry about that.”
“I’ve had worse,” Ennis replies.
His hand rubs over mine and we both flinch at the touch. Hell, this is harder than I thought it would be. I want to strip everything off him, right now. I’m sure that would get us arrested pretty damn quick though.
“You… uh… had a good week?” I manage to say.
“Bearable.” Ennis says, running his tongue over his lower lip.
I know that sign. He’s remembering. He wants it as bad as I do. Why can’t it be Sunday again already?
We sit on the bench, as close as we dare, watching the kids.
“So, how are you fixed for the weekend?” I ask, my fingers playing with a seam on the inner thigh of my jeans. “Want to grab another beer Sunday night? After I drop Bobby off?”
Ennis is watching my fingers, his own flexing inside his jacket pockets. “Sounds great. Although I can’t be too late as I’ve got an early start Monday,” he adds regretfully.
“Ok.” I reply. Any time is better than no time.
“Why don’t you come over to my place?” Ennis asks suddenly, looking me directly in the eye. “Um... if you’d like to of course.”
His place? If I like? Is the guy stupid? “I love to,” I say quietly. “I’ll bring beer.”
Ennis smiles, “I’ll get food.”
I smile back. “Perfect.”
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