Flashficathon Entries (Comment Posts #1-3)
These may be familiar to some as they were posted at the flashficathon. I have done minor spelling and grammar correction but otherwise it is the same as when posted. The titles are the prompts that were given.
In This Post:
Forced Crossdressing: Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer, Novak Djokovic
Hard Lessons: Roger Federer/Andy Murray
Stupid Math: Roger Federer/Andy Murray
I don't feel like dancing: Gael Monfils/Andy Murray
Right Time, Wrong Place: Andy Roddick/Mardy Fish
Playing with Fire: Roger Federer/Marat Safin
grass stains on my knees for you: Roger Federer/Marat Safin
Something to Believe In: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Blackmail: Feliciano Lopez/Rafael Nadal; Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
against the door: Fernando Verdasco/David Ferrer
Andre Agassi: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Forced Crossdressing: Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer, Novak Djokovic
"Are you kidding?" He cannot believe what he's seeing - he's reasonably sure his girlfriend has that exact same dress in a smaller size. The fabric stretches around curves perfectly. Not that he ever thought there were any, even if there's now evidence otherwise.
"I lost a forfeit."
"Obviously." Still, the length of the dress is perfect. Then again, legs are the best asset in a lady and he already knew that was true for him as well.
"So far, you're the first who's recognized me. Why is that?"
"I've been dreaming of you ever since the runway show." He bridges the gap, whispering, "I love how you figured out a way to make out with guys in public. Though Roger is not going to be pleased to find out you tricked him, Novak."
Hard Lessons: Roger Federer/Andy Murray
At this point in his life, Roger is used to getting what he wants. It's not that he's especially demanding; it's just easy for anyone to believe that it is imperative that they please him, even if it doesn't really matter.
That's what makes his current predicament so, well, annoying. They have been numerous times when he's asked Andy to meet with him. At first, it was simply practice sessions, which should have been simple given Stan has hit with him. Then there was dinner requests. Even going so far as to suggest coming to Switzerland for the skiing.
Every time has been met with a no. It's turning into an obsession that Roger wishes he can break.
Stupid Math: Roger Federer/Andy Murray
Roger would love to have people believe that he knew the math in the tiebreakers that would determine who made the semifinals.
The truth was that Roger would have loved to win one more game against del Potro so that he could have a chance at that final with Andy. There was something electric about facing him in England in the earlier match.
Something that really got him going that night, reliving that experience. Just difficult to admit that it was about not just beating him, but having the young man on his knees in front of him as well.
I don't feel like dancing: Gael Monfils/Andy Murray
"I don't feel like dancing," Andy protests as Gael pulls him into the group on the dance floor. He was perfectly happy playing the wallflower, as he usually did at these parties. Those that knew him were aware that the only rhythm Andy possesses is when a ball was involved. Music and him just don't go together, as anyone who'd heard that Bryan Brothers song would attest.
"Nonsense," Gael says. Of course he'd say that, there was always music around him. In his headphones, humming or just a steady beat even to his movements on the court. "You just need to appreciate what's around you. Now I know you listen to rap music when you psych yourself up for a match so don't even claim you're not moving around at that point."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're actually graceful when you're not thinking so damn hard. Now we're in the boxing ring. There's a gentle give and take when in battle."
Andy may know boxing but Gael is talking in riddles and this is not worth it. Andy turns his back, intending to walk away, when the Frenchman surprises him by yanking his arm. Gael is pressed against Andy's back and Andy stills himself.
Instead of reacting to their close proximity, Gael keeps going to the music. Andy doesn't know if it's anything resembling what's playing for the dance floor but they do seem to be in a good rhythm together.
Right Time, Wrong Place: Andy Roddick/Mardy Fish
"You just want to get me in trouble."
"Mardy, I haven't seen you in months..."
"Because you've been injured and barely playing since the US Open."
"Can't you try to make some time for me?"
"I can but why today? Are you desperately wanting Stacey to catch you?"
"It's not that. Just... it's all these hot women you're around..."
"One of whom is my wife. They need to ban you from the set of Deal or No Deal."
Playing with Fire: Roger Federer/Marat Safin
It was hardly a secret that Roger could not resist Marat. Well, maybe it was a secret to Mirka but she was the only one.
He could believe that it would be easier now that Marat wasn't on the tour but that wasn't true. Marat had ways of getting to Roger from thousands of miles away. One phone call would ruin Roger's peaceful family life forever.
Yet that temptation was exactly the reason Roger was still mesmerized every time Marat made contact with him.
grass stains on my knees for you: Roger Federer/Marat Safin
Roger knew that Marat had a dislike for Wimbledon that stretched back for years. To Roger it was the closest to home he'd get at a major so he wanted a way for Marat to appreciate the experience.
After he won his second Wimbledon, it came to him. He'd convinced Marat to help him celebrate this victory here, that it could wait because Roger needed the adrenaline rush. He couldn't do this if he actually had time to think.
Marat looked doubtful as Roger led him around the grounds. They were on one of the practice courts hidden in the back, another retort about to slip out, when Roger pushed Marat against the chain link fence and attacked him with a kiss.
Once Marat got into the kiss and began to calm down, Roger grinded against him, knowing that he had gotten the Russian to go along for whatever ride he was about to get. Marat gave a halfhearted protest, more to encourage Roger to get forceful than actually wanting this to stop. Roger slowly lowered himself, his hands slinking down along the sides of Marat's body until Roger was down on his knees, short blades of grass prickling at his legs.
Marat looked down, grin gracing his face as he understands what Roger had in mind. Maybe Marat thinks it's a ploy so that he'll play better here but they will both enjoy the grass a lot more after this night is over.
Something to Believe In: Feliciano Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
"Anything is possible," Feli says, looking doubtfully at the draw. "But Federer losing before the semis? That does seem to be wishful thinking."
Fernando glares at him. "You don't think I can be the one to break his semifinals streak?"
Feli cringes, not realizing how far through the draw Fernando had looked. "Of course I believe in you, it's just..."
Fernando cuts him off, "I don't need your pessimistic attitude around to bring me down. Forget about doubles," then storms off before Feli can correct his mistake.
Feli looks up at the ceiling, hoping it'll provide a way for him to apologize. "I would be so happy if I was wrong."
Blackmail: Feliciano Lopez/Rafael Nadal; Lopez/Fernando Verdasco
Rafa looks at the envelope then the letter in his hands. The words are pasted together from magazine covers but the message is more than clear. Feli is apprehensive, waiting to see Rafa's opinion on the matter.
Rafa stares again at the envelope, wishing he'd never seen what he saw. There's so much wrong, yet so much right with these photos. He knows all about Feli's past with Fernando, so the person who'd taken these photos was off-base if he'd thought Rafa would get mad over it. Resigned, perhaps, realizing he's likely no more than a roadblock in their relationship.
But that wasn't the issue right now.
Rafa says, "Can you do me a favor? If you insist on getting drunk with Nando, can you refrain from bets in which one or both of you is in a dress? Or at least wait until you're in my hotel room before giving a show?"
against the door: Fernando Verdasco/David Ferrer
"I am going to kill you, Rafa!" Fernando yells out as he finds himself handcuffed to the door. He doesn't know how Rafa managed to do it. One minute, he's chatting away with a pretty girl; the next, he's in this current position. Rafa must have used the window and everyone else must have been laughing as it happened.
Fernando slumps down to the floor, tired and wanting to be anywhere other than this room - whose room this is, he has no idea. He just knows that there's a bottle of tequila just out of arm's reach that was likely left there by Feliciano to tease him.
It takes a half hour before there's someone attempting to get in this room. He watches as David absently removes his tie before his eyes go wide at seeing Fernando there.
David is about to speak when Rafa and Feliciano shout out, "Happy Birthday, David. Enjoy your gift!"
Fernando rolls his eyes at his not-very-subtle friends' yelling. David isn't sure if he wishes the floor would swallow him whole or if Fernando would instead.
David stammers out, "What are you doing?"
"Apparently Rafa and Feli had differing ideas for a present. I suggested a watch. They thought you'd prefer me. Wish I had been clued in."
Fernando attempts to get up from his sitting position but a surprisingly assertive voice says, "Stay right where you are." David slowly approaches Fernando, enjoying watching the normally in-control man staring up at him with uncertainty in his brown eyes.
"Are you going to let me loose?"
"This wasn't my idea, meaning I don't have the key. How will we ever survive?"
Fernando gets a sly smile on his face. Even though he's the one handcuffed, this is David and there's still some power. "You can continue the striptease you started when you walked in."
This time, however, David won't let Fernando off the hook. "Actually, I would prefer opening my gift." He settles on his knees and begins undoing the buttons of Fernando's shirt. "I always thought Feli was a very good shopper."
Andre Agassi: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
You simply cannot understand why people are still so drawn to Andre. Sure, you know that he's one of the greatest tennis players... but you don't idolize him... never have.
Andy is a different story. It is impossible to say a bad word about Andre without Andy getting defensive. You almost think it's beyond hero worship and into the realm of crush. After all, Andre's book is a mark the sport is still dealing with... just don't mention it to Andy because all it will do is start a serious fight that you have no interest in dealing with.
You've known this for awhile, however. Whenever Andre calls, Andy stops everything and gives his undivided attention - no matter what. You just wish he would stop doing that and grow up and see the bigger picture when it comes to Andre.