[FIC] - Dishes - Saga/Shou - PG - Oneshot
Title: Dishes
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Warnings: romance
Pairings: Saga/Shou
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: Housewifely stuff is good for one thing: inspiration.
Rainchaser's Stories
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Saga was doing the dishes by hand instead of filling the dishwasher. It was just two bowls and two pans, two pairs of chopsticks.
Two. Like the two of them, like a couple.
He put down the second bowl and looked at it, a smile gracing his lips. He didn't like gray dishes, but Shou had insisted on buying them when they moved together about three years ago. He grew to love the gray dishes. He watched Shou eating the meals he cooked from this bowl so many times, every time feeling proud dwell inside him.
Back then, he had promised himself to become a better man, a better cook. Just for Shou, because he loved him beyond words.
He was eager to learn how to play piano because he couldn't get this dream out of his head. A dream of him playing a soft melody on the instrument while Shou sang. Not practicing, not writing for work, just voicing the song of their hearts and melding their tunes together.
He made it.
Drying the dishes with a towel, he mused what he might cook the next time they'd have the chance to stay home and laze around with a movie and their pets dozing in the dim living room. That was when they felt real peace, their bodies aligned on the couch with a blanket draped above them. Peace and warmth, mingling.
He put the tableware back into the shelves and drawers, where they'd wait to be pulled out again for another homey meal.
He felt good.
This was where he belonged, right here, where Shou was waiting in front of the TV with a box of chocolate ice cream to share. And that wasn't even dessert.
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... not quite as intended.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Warnings: romance
Pairings: Saga/Shou
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: Housewifely stuff is good for one thing: inspiration.
Rainchaser's Stories
____________________________________________
Saga was doing the dishes by hand instead of filling the dishwasher. It was just two bowls and two pans, two pairs of chopsticks.
Two. Like the two of them, like a couple.
He put down the second bowl and looked at it, a smile gracing his lips. He didn't like gray dishes, but Shou had insisted on buying them when they moved together about three years ago. He grew to love the gray dishes. He watched Shou eating the meals he cooked from this bowl so many times, every time feeling proud dwell inside him.
Back then, he had promised himself to become a better man, a better cook. Just for Shou, because he loved him beyond words.
He was eager to learn how to play piano because he couldn't get this dream out of his head. A dream of him playing a soft melody on the instrument while Shou sang. Not practicing, not writing for work, just voicing the song of their hearts and melding their tunes together.
He made it.
Drying the dishes with a towel, he mused what he might cook the next time they'd have the chance to stay home and laze around with a movie and their pets dozing in the dim living room. That was when they felt real peace, their bodies aligned on the couch with a blanket draped above them. Peace and warmth, mingling.
He put the tableware back into the shelves and drawers, where they'd wait to be pulled out again for another homey meal.
He felt good.
This was where he belonged, right here, where Shou was waiting in front of the TV with a box of chocolate ice cream to share. And that wasn't even dessert.
____________________
... not quite as intended.