[FIC] - Pondering - Ruki/Reita - PG - Oneshot
Title: Pondering
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance? pff
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene written for gazerotica.
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They had been out for dinner together, or, to be correct, Ruki made Reita treat him.
Ruki leaned against the dark red fake leather back of the booth, legs crossed, cigarette between fingers and lips. A brow was perked, a smug glint in his eyes visible behind thick rimmed glasses.
Reita was - or so it seamed - studying the menu intensely, over-bleached bangs preventing a clear view. Their orders had been taken already, the excuse was worn off by now.
Smoke was blown his direction, making him look up, blinking against the sting.
Ruki leaned one arm on the table, shiny black nail polish in contrast to the white cloth beneath, the other hand held his cigarette securely an inch from his mouth.
"You want me." He took another drag, selfsatisfying.
"Eh?" He didn't like the grin shaping those full lips and yet he loved it more than anything else.
"You know perfectly well what I'm referring to." A complacent smile.
Reita shifted his feet on the ground. "I do?"
Ruki inclined, eyes narrowing. "Tell me one good reason why I should try this, why I should be with you." The decision had been pondered and made quite some time ago already, but why not play a little.
Think of something, something smart or witty, impress him, you can't be that stupid. Reita told himself.
A mean laugh left Ruki's throat. "One day you'll hurt yourself thinking too hard."
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*snorts* Ruki, that adorable jerk.
Why is that pairing so much fun to write?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance? pff
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene written for gazerotica.
Rainchaser's Archive
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They had been out for dinner together, or, to be correct, Ruki made Reita treat him.
Ruki leaned against the dark red fake leather back of the booth, legs crossed, cigarette between fingers and lips. A brow was perked, a smug glint in his eyes visible behind thick rimmed glasses.
Reita was - or so it seamed - studying the menu intensely, over-bleached bangs preventing a clear view. Their orders had been taken already, the excuse was worn off by now.
Smoke was blown his direction, making him look up, blinking against the sting.
Ruki leaned one arm on the table, shiny black nail polish in contrast to the white cloth beneath, the other hand held his cigarette securely an inch from his mouth.
"You want me." He took another drag, selfsatisfying.
"Eh?" He didn't like the grin shaping those full lips and yet he loved it more than anything else.
"You know perfectly well what I'm referring to." A complacent smile.
Reita shifted his feet on the ground. "I do?"
Ruki inclined, eyes narrowing. "Tell me one good reason why I should try this, why I should be with you." The decision had been pondered and made quite some time ago already, but why not play a little.
Think of something, something smart or witty, impress him, you can't be that stupid. Reita told himself.
A mean laugh left Ruki's throat. "One day you'll hurt yourself thinking too hard."
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*snorts* Ruki, that adorable jerk.
Why is that pairing so much fun to write?