Well, uh, first time posting on the the fanfiction board, alittle Heavy/Medic drabble I wrote up after playing some poker night. A tall bottle made of tinted glass with an Italian label rest on the end table. Two glasses sit next to it, long delicate crystal flutes that catch the new daylight peeking through the shades. Each glass already with a portion of a sweet puree. Shadow’s play over his back, it’s broad and muscular, scarred from countless battles, and the few childhood encounters. He takes up the bottle and pours a sparkling white wine over the peach puree. Gently he sets the bottle on the table once more, takes up both glasses and approaches. The steadily rising sun casts across his face, the light plays over his grin “Ees good. Try eet.†He speaks in a calm, gentle voice. One most don’t hear. I delicately take the offered glass and sip. It is good, light and bubbly, unexpected. He smiles widely and wholeheartedly then sits next to me on the bed. He’s dressed in a pair of RED standard issue pajama pants. Leaning back he drinks from his glass. And there, in the increasing day light we sit, and we sip. Silently. Our glasses are drained and he takes them to set back on the table. He lingers for a moment, and I can’t see his face. I wonder, just like I wonder oh so often, what is going through that surprisingly complex mind. He mumbles something in Russian and rubs the back of his neck. I shift a tad, uncomfortable in only my underwear. He approaches once more and lies down next to me. I turn to face him, he’s looking up at the ceiling, eyes half open. His large hands reach up and cup the back of my head. I lean in and kiss him, he mumbles against my lips “I love this doctorâ€. Sorry it's not BETA'd the guy who usualy edits my stuff is out of town without internet access.
Short and sweet :)