Drabble: You and Me Song
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brighteyedjillTitle: You and Me Song
Characters: Nathan/Heidi, Peter (WHAT?! HET?!)
Word count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Pre-series.
Summary: Nathan and Heidi both know what’s going on here.
I smile as I pour the wine. You sip coyly, take delicate forkfuls of baked fish. We both know all the steps in this little dance: flirting over dinner, chemistry and courtesy in perfectly rehearsed coordination, the moves so formulaic we might as well stay home.
During dinner my phone goes off three times. I steal a look at caller ID and don’t answer.
“Who was that?” you ask innocently.
“Just work,” I say with a smile.
You smile back, and you don’t ask me to turn my phone off. You know that if work really does call, I’ll answer. You know I’m avoiding Peter.
When we get home, you chat with the sitter for a moment. Monty didn’t eat his peas. Simon had gotten to bed late. I walk the sitter outside, put her in a cab. I linger on the street for a moment, debating whether to listen to the messages Peter has left. I go back inside.
You’ve lit candles in the bedroom. I smile to show you I appreciate the effort. You’ve always been better at trying to make this work. I turn on Joni Mitchell. See, I’m making an effort too.
We dance, one of my hands on your hip, the other twined in yours. Your lips are soft under mine, inviting, familiar. You’re everything I should want.
My phone goes off again. It’s too late for work to be calling. Without looking, I pull the phone off my belt and toss it on the dresser.
I slide your dress off your shoulders. Your skin is smooth, creamy. Everything about you is perfect. I want to need you. I want to, but I don’t. I lay you down on the bed, and I tell you I love you.
The phone rings.
Characters: Nathan/Heidi, Peter (WHAT?! HET?!)
Word count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Pre-series.
Summary: Nathan and Heidi both know what’s going on here.
I smile as I pour the wine. You sip coyly, take delicate forkfuls of baked fish. We both know all the steps in this little dance: flirting over dinner, chemistry and courtesy in perfectly rehearsed coordination, the moves so formulaic we might as well stay home.
During dinner my phone goes off three times. I steal a look at caller ID and don’t answer.
“Who was that?” you ask innocently.
“Just work,” I say with a smile.
You smile back, and you don’t ask me to turn my phone off. You know that if work really does call, I’ll answer. You know I’m avoiding Peter.
When we get home, you chat with the sitter for a moment. Monty didn’t eat his peas. Simon had gotten to bed late. I walk the sitter outside, put her in a cab. I linger on the street for a moment, debating whether to listen to the messages Peter has left. I go back inside.
You’ve lit candles in the bedroom. I smile to show you I appreciate the effort. You’ve always been better at trying to make this work. I turn on Joni Mitchell. See, I’m making an effort too.
We dance, one of my hands on your hip, the other twined in yours. Your lips are soft under mine, inviting, familiar. You’re everything I should want.
My phone goes off again. It’s too late for work to be calling. Without looking, I pull the phone off my belt and toss it on the dresser.
I slide your dress off your shoulders. Your skin is smooth, creamy. Everything about you is perfect. I want to need you. I want to, but I don’t. I lay you down on the bed, and I tell you I love you.
The phone rings.
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Date: 2008-01-16 10:28 pm (UTC)Excellent post; it hit the spot. And I always have a soft spot for insistent/annoyingly persistent Peter, even if he's only an indirect character. Thank you!
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Date: 2008-01-18 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-16 11:51 pm (UTC)Speaking of misspent youth, oh Peter! There's something so tragic about this. And I don't just mean Peter's incessant calls, I mean Nathan and Heidi's futile attempts to have a 'normal' marriage. I liked the dancing at the end, it was a great metaphor for what Nathan and Heidi are doing. Very insightful.
Great stuff! Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2008-01-18 12:25 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this. Heidi always breaks my heart a bit, because she seems like the knows exactly what's going on. Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2008-01-18 10:50 am (UTC)Poor Heidi. I'm sure she knows, too. Hey Heidi, there are solutions you know!
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Date: 2008-01-19 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-23 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-26 06:03 am (UTC)