A 'Love Hearts' Kind of Guy
Title: A ‘Love Hearts’ Kind of Guy
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No I don’t own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any is appreciated.
Notes: For belleferret who requested S/E with the prompt “conversation hearts”
“Hey, Sean?”
They’re curled up together on Elijah’s William Morris sofa. There’s a 1950s black and white film on TV, the picture slightly grainy because of the rain pounding against the windows.
“What?” Sean asks. His chin is resting on top of Elijah’s head, which makes it somewhat difficult to talk.
“You know when we first started going out?”
“Of course.” Sean couldn’t ever forget it.
Elijah strokes Sean’s hand, which is resting on his own hip, lingering over the slim platinum wedding ring on Sean’s third finger. “You remember you gave me those little heart sweets? With the messages on them?”
Sean smiles against Elijah’s hair. “Yeah.”
“Well, I never knew how to say to you,” Elijah says, and there’s a hint of a giggle in his voice, “but I thought they were really tacky. I mean, I guess I just didn’t imagine you as a ‘Love Hearts’ kind of guy.”
Sean doesn’t know whether to be offended or not.
“But I thought they were really romantic,” he says in surprise.
Elijah twists his head to give Sean an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” he says, and widens his eyes beseechingly, so that Sean can’t summon up even the smallest amount of anger or hurt. So he just shrugs, feeling a grin starting to spread over his face.
“Well. They worked, didn’t they?” he says. “I didn’t know how else to tell you that I liked you. You got the message.”
Elijah turns round completely now, straddling Sean’s lap, and laying his hands gently on the sides of Sean’s face. “They did work,” he concedes, and leans in for a kiss.
Pairing: Sean/Elijah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No I don’t own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any is appreciated.
Notes: For belleferret who requested S/E with the prompt “conversation hearts”
“Hey, Sean?”
They’re curled up together on Elijah’s William Morris sofa. There’s a 1950s black and white film on TV, the picture slightly grainy because of the rain pounding against the windows.
“What?” Sean asks. His chin is resting on top of Elijah’s head, which makes it somewhat difficult to talk.
“You know when we first started going out?”
“Of course.” Sean couldn’t ever forget it.
Elijah strokes Sean’s hand, which is resting on his own hip, lingering over the slim platinum wedding ring on Sean’s third finger. “You remember you gave me those little heart sweets? With the messages on them?”
Sean smiles against Elijah’s hair. “Yeah.”
“Well, I never knew how to say to you,” Elijah says, and there’s a hint of a giggle in his voice, “but I thought they were really tacky. I mean, I guess I just didn’t imagine you as a ‘Love Hearts’ kind of guy.”
Sean doesn’t know whether to be offended or not.
“But I thought they were really romantic,” he says in surprise.
Elijah twists his head to give Sean an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” he says, and widens his eyes beseechingly, so that Sean can’t summon up even the smallest amount of anger or hurt. So he just shrugs, feeling a grin starting to spread over his face.
“Well. They worked, didn’t they?” he says. “I didn’t know how else to tell you that I liked you. You got the message.”
Elijah turns round completely now, straddling Sean’s lap, and laying his hands gently on the sides of Sean’s face. “They did work,” he concedes, and leans in for a kiss.