Let's make use of all space-time dimensions and continue our epic journey through awesomeness.
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So now I want an AU where David is a geek who has given up on ever finding love (maybe he's had a terrible
divorce, maybe there is Great Tragedy in his past, maybe he's just never met the right person), and then a feisty cosmopolitan Liberal Democrat called Nick knocks on his door...
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Without Hope of Change to Walk Forlorn
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Completely engrossed in boiling down his final paragraph to something that was clear and concise without losing the main thread of his argument altogether, Dave only registered the steady sound of knocking after several minutes had elapsed.
Blinking, he looked up and realised that the bright promise of the sunny June morning had mutated into the warm grey of an overcast English summer's afternoon. Breakfast and lunchtime had passed and gone without him noticing, which was all to the good since there wasn't much that was edible in his fridge and larder, but -
- Shit. Someone at the door.
Maybe if he stayed quiet, whoever-it-was would go away?
No. Fuck it, Dave, don't be such a bloody coward.Even as he briefly considered hiding until the visitor had left, Dave was reluctantly putting his laptop down and making ( ... )
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Geeky Cam is unexpectedly sweet, and confident Nick is irresistibly charming. Lovely story! *looks forward to following 5-ish parts and tries not to drool*
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Bedtime? What bedtime?
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yeah, I figured someone might spot the inadvertent de-anon :-)
OK, next bit!
oOoAs Nick's voice trailed into silence Dave looked round, puzzled, and felt his mouth go dry. The expression in those grey eyes... The man was - was devouring him - he shifted uncomfortably, feeling heat rise as that burning gaze swept over him from head to toe, lingering pointedly at his tight, threadbare cut-offs ( ... )
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“Those clothes suit you.”
“Not half as much as torn cut-offs and nothing else suit you!” was the retort. “Those things are frankly obscene, but - gosh, you look good in them!”
Fearing ridicule, Dave sneaked a look sideways and was relieved to see that Nick was smiling. Flushing, he looked down at his hands, busy washing the dirty mugs, and silently acknowledged that no matter how damp and unpleasant the denim felt on his naked skin, it was worth it if the cut-offs brought that hungry look to Nick's eyes every time.
...Every time? Was he really expecting to see Nick again?
No. Don't hope - don't ask -“Will I see you again ( ... )
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