Fic: The Song
Title: The Song
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine
Rating: PG
Summary: Bret and Jemaine make the perfect song together.
Disclaimer: I do not own ‘Flight of the Conchords’ or anything connected with them.
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 631
Prompt: un_love_you #07 - Prove it.
Notes: Happy Birthday, lordstarfish.
It started off slow...
From its original source of origin, there came a gentle sort of thrumming in the back of his mind that worked its way up towards the center. In fact, with each passing second, it grew more powerful, leaving the grounds of gentle.
It was a thrilling beat now, working from his mind to encase his whole head and trickle down his neck, vibrating in his very veins, entwining with the pump and flow of his blood. His limbs felt unsteady, acting as if they wanted to dance off to the tempo that was continuing its rhythmic course throughout his entire body.
A mixture of different notes sounded throughout his ears even though there was no music. Lilting harmonies and booming chords, a perfect blend of every kind of music imaginable. It was soft and low but rough and rich. And sweet. So, so very sweet. He felt consumed by it, overwhelmed, and there was a prickle of moisture behind his closed eyelids.
And all of it, all of it, crashed into a wild crescendo in the center of his chest, his heart a wild, roaring chorus. This had to be what flying felt like, this unbelievable soaring, even though he knew for a fact both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground.
But this excitement, this jittery awareness…
He wasn’t sure he had ever felt this good in his entire life because he felt so alive, so real, even if his head was spinning dreamily. And it all stemmed from one set of lips pressed to his own. A collision of mouths that had turned everything upside down and it was like, separate, they had both been decent bits of composition but now, with the kiss acting as the bridge connecting them, together, they were the most beautiful melody. A complete song.
It was the best song in the world.
He wanted to listen to it over and over again, every day and every night for the rest of his life. The kiss drew to a close, the song reaching its ending, as they pulled away from one another. He still felt as if his lips were humming the tune, his eyes opening slowly to what looked like, at first, a burst of fireworks.
But it all faded away, the music and the lights, and right in front of him, looking equal measures of unsure and sheepish, was Jemaine.
Jemaine swallowed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had started the kiss, kicking it off, and as he looked at Bret now he felt lost. He scratched at the back of his head, and then, still uncomfortable, he pushed at his glasses. Movement helped, but not enough and he settled on crossing his arms as he cleared his throat, “So, um…how was that?”
Bret blinked a few more times as the feeling of the kiss (the last notes of the song) faded from him. He felt a warm smile form as he replied softly, “Yeah that was…I get your point.”
Jemaine released a shaky sigh and returned the smile, “Really?”
“Yeah…yes…” Bret repeated and felt his face heat up, his own eyes darting about.
“Oh.” Jemaine breathed as a blessed mixture of relief and happiness flooded him, “Good…good…”
There was a hot pocket of silence between them until Bret said shyly, “Do-do you want to…kiss me some more?”
“Yes, please.” Jemaine said swiftly as his hands captured Bret’s face and he kissed him again, the music, the song, ringing out for an encore.
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine
Rating: PG
Summary: Bret and Jemaine make the perfect song together.
Disclaimer: I do not own ‘Flight of the Conchords’ or anything connected with them.
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 631
Prompt: un_love_you #07 - Prove it.
Notes: Happy Birthday, lordstarfish.
It started off slow...
From its original source of origin, there came a gentle sort of thrumming in the back of his mind that worked its way up towards the center. In fact, with each passing second, it grew more powerful, leaving the grounds of gentle.
It was a thrilling beat now, working from his mind to encase his whole head and trickle down his neck, vibrating in his very veins, entwining with the pump and flow of his blood. His limbs felt unsteady, acting as if they wanted to dance off to the tempo that was continuing its rhythmic course throughout his entire body.
A mixture of different notes sounded throughout his ears even though there was no music. Lilting harmonies and booming chords, a perfect blend of every kind of music imaginable. It was soft and low but rough and rich. And sweet. So, so very sweet. He felt consumed by it, overwhelmed, and there was a prickle of moisture behind his closed eyelids.
And all of it, all of it, crashed into a wild crescendo in the center of his chest, his heart a wild, roaring chorus. This had to be what flying felt like, this unbelievable soaring, even though he knew for a fact both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground.
But this excitement, this jittery awareness…
He wasn’t sure he had ever felt this good in his entire life because he felt so alive, so real, even if his head was spinning dreamily. And it all stemmed from one set of lips pressed to his own. A collision of mouths that had turned everything upside down and it was like, separate, they had both been decent bits of composition but now, with the kiss acting as the bridge connecting them, together, they were the most beautiful melody. A complete song.
It was the best song in the world.
He wanted to listen to it over and over again, every day and every night for the rest of his life. The kiss drew to a close, the song reaching its ending, as they pulled away from one another. He still felt as if his lips were humming the tune, his eyes opening slowly to what looked like, at first, a burst of fireworks.
But it all faded away, the music and the lights, and right in front of him, looking equal measures of unsure and sheepish, was Jemaine.
Jemaine swallowed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had started the kiss, kicking it off, and as he looked at Bret now he felt lost. He scratched at the back of his head, and then, still uncomfortable, he pushed at his glasses. Movement helped, but not enough and he settled on crossing his arms as he cleared his throat, “So, um…how was that?”
Bret blinked a few more times as the feeling of the kiss (the last notes of the song) faded from him. He felt a warm smile form as he replied softly, “Yeah that was…I get your point.”
Jemaine released a shaky sigh and returned the smile, “Really?”
“Yeah…yes…” Bret repeated and felt his face heat up, his own eyes darting about.
“Oh.” Jemaine breathed as a blessed mixture of relief and happiness flooded him, “Good…good…”
There was a hot pocket of silence between them until Bret said shyly, “Do-do you want to…kiss me some more?”
“Yes, please.” Jemaine said swiftly as his hands captured Bret’s face and he kissed him again, the music, the song, ringing out for an encore.