[Fic] Orbiting
Nov. 8th, 2008 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTitle: Orbiting
Fandom: OC/Angel: The Series
Characters: Soren (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oldestbeloved)/ Wesley (wesley_w_price)
Word Count: 1,222 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a day in the life, or rather, a holiday in the life...
A/N: Written for this meme
With all the members of their families, both of them, it was rare that they got a chance to spend time alone together. Today it was the girls' day out, Titian and Surreal and Fred and Evie, all gone to the park for one last leaf-watching (and playing-in) experience before the weather turned truly wintery. They would be out for several hours at the least and Methos, upon hearing this, had given both Soren and Wesley an unreadable look and a smirk and said he was going to go out to find an open bar.
"At ten in the morning?" Soren asked the closed front door, with arched eyebrows and an expression that suggested a sentiment of who is he kidding?
Behind him, he heard the smile in Wesley's voice. "He means well." And then, more hesitation than smile. "And we haven't had a day together in some time."
Soren sighed, shoulders slumping and gaze dropping through the floor to the past. "Things have been... busy." Wesley knew well enough what that meant. "We've all been distracted." He had been distracted. Another moment and Soren turned, saw Wesley putting on a brave face, saw the hesitation behind the smile and the worry in his eyes, and pulled the other man into his arms. "I've missed you," he said softly, and he meant that.
Birds called outside. The wind blew lightly against the windows; time passed. Soren leaned his cheek against the other man's shoulder and felt Wesley's arms tight around him and for just this little while there was nothing else in the world but the scent of his skin and the warmth of his embrace. The soft fabric of his shirt against his cheek. All the history they had shared, the months of staying away and solitude, the aches. For all the scars that he'd put in the other man, for all that they'd done and said, that they could still be here, this, in each other's arms like this. It made it all so exquisite. Wonderful. It made his chest tighten with emotions and the words fly right out of his mind, as though words could be adequate to the situation.
It was the skittering of puppy claws (not that they were puppies anymore, hadn't been for years) on the floor that made them separate, smiling, letting go of the intensity for the moment at least for now. "Would you like anything to drink?" Wesley offered, leading him in. "We have the usual..." Alcohol. Soren smirked a little. "Er..."
Soren laughed, quoted some line from some ancient Etruscan poetry to the effect of drinking him in with his eyes was sufficient to sustain him for a lifetime, and added, in English. "Did you have any plans for the day?"
It turned out that he didn't, and so fetching refreshments in the kitchen turned to kissing in the kitchen, breathless and arms once again tight-wrapped around each other. Remarkably chaste, so far as these things went with Soren. He just... they both just needed to know they were still loved. An embrace was one thing. A kiss was another.
"Better, now?" Wesley asked, eyes sparking with amusement that came from knowing the other man for years, as well as anyone, if not better.
"Much."
They took their drinks into the lounge, where Soren promptly put his feet up on the coffee table and Wesley promptly chided him for it, so he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up in Wesley's lap instead. Wesley smiled, one hand wrapped around his glass and wrapping the other hand around Soren's foot and massaging lightly. "How have you been? Surreal and Titian look well."
"They are well. We're planning a Thanksgiving dinner, among other things, this visit was supposed to be our invitation to your household, so consider yourself invited before I forget," he smiled. "I've no idea what'll be happening over Christmas. We'll likely be with her family for Wainsol."
Wesley's smile turned a little crooked. "What does Daemon think of that?"
"Er." Soren laughed, weakly. "We haven't told him yet."
Wesley snorted, offered a few pointed suggestions as to how they could go about breaking the news, and the subject passed easily from one man to the other until the conversation itself lapsed into a companionable silence. The glasses were empty by now, two or three hours gone. Soren shifted after a little while, spreading his legs one ankle under Wesley and the other still over his legs, and held out his arms. After a look that was equal parts question and you're an overgrown child, sometimes, Wesley leaned into him, settling against him, into his arms.
They both started to drift like that, enjoying the peace that came rarely enough these days. Not that peace and quiet was lacking in the household, even their households, even with the presence of young children. The peace that came with being in each other's arms, resting in the love that had endured through so much, that had carried them both through so much. Wesley's weight on his chest, one hand seeking his absently, the way they fit together, still, or again, after all these years. The puffs of warm breath against his neck.
The couch was narrow enough that when they slid up against each other and kissed, again, after a while, they had to hold on tight simply to keep from falling off. It made Wesley chuckle, made Soren smile to hear that sound. It felt as though it had been years sine they'd seen each other, since he'd heard his voice. Felt the touch of his lips even on his cheek.
"I missed you," Wesley told his collarbone, mirroring his thoughts.
"We shouldn't wait so long between visits." Soren's fingers brushed through his hair. "Why do we wait so long?"
"I don't know."
It seemed to take forever to move from the couch to the bed. Not Wes and Methos's bed, even Soren wasn't quite that audacious. They had their own little nook, though, out of the way, blue and gold and canopies and the comfort of soft blankets and warm bodies under them. Soren tucked his head to Wesley's chest, afterwards, just listening to his heartbeat. Wesley chuckled as Soren's hair tickled his skin, fingers brushing through the dark strands. They drifted in and out, murmured words more for the sound of each other's voice than for the sake of any conversation. Murmured words turned into little gasps as their hands drifted lower, little cries, moments of laughter. Then, moments of whispers, breaths caught between gasps and words that meant the world through an act that meant the same thing.
They allowed themselves to drift for a much shorter time, after. Eventually Soren kissed the top of his head from where they had traded places and murmured. "The girls will be home soon."
"I know."
Methos was home first, though, just giving them a knowing look as the three of them went into the lounge again to sit around and talk of nothing in particuclar. And then the girls were home, and all fathers involved took their turns to scoop up their little girls, kiss their wives. Surreal smiled as she hugged her husband, murmuring in his ear. "There, now. That's better. And, I told you so."
Fandom: OC/Angel: The Series
Characters: Soren (
oldestbeloved)/ Wesley (wesley_w_price)Word Count: 1,222 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a day in the life, or rather, a holiday in the life...
A/N: Written for this meme
With all the members of their families, both of them, it was rare that they got a chance to spend time alone together. Today it was the girls' day out, Titian and Surreal and Fred and Evie, all gone to the park for one last leaf-watching (and playing-in) experience before the weather turned truly wintery. They would be out for several hours at the least and Methos, upon hearing this, had given both Soren and Wesley an unreadable look and a smirk and said he was going to go out to find an open bar.
"At ten in the morning?" Soren asked the closed front door, with arched eyebrows and an expression that suggested a sentiment of who is he kidding?
Behind him, he heard the smile in Wesley's voice. "He means well." And then, more hesitation than smile. "And we haven't had a day together in some time."
Soren sighed, shoulders slumping and gaze dropping through the floor to the past. "Things have been... busy." Wesley knew well enough what that meant. "We've all been distracted." He had been distracted. Another moment and Soren turned, saw Wesley putting on a brave face, saw the hesitation behind the smile and the worry in his eyes, and pulled the other man into his arms. "I've missed you," he said softly, and he meant that.
Birds called outside. The wind blew lightly against the windows; time passed. Soren leaned his cheek against the other man's shoulder and felt Wesley's arms tight around him and for just this little while there was nothing else in the world but the scent of his skin and the warmth of his embrace. The soft fabric of his shirt against his cheek. All the history they had shared, the months of staying away and solitude, the aches. For all the scars that he'd put in the other man, for all that they'd done and said, that they could still be here, this, in each other's arms like this. It made it all so exquisite. Wonderful. It made his chest tighten with emotions and the words fly right out of his mind, as though words could be adequate to the situation.
It was the skittering of puppy claws (not that they were puppies anymore, hadn't been for years) on the floor that made them separate, smiling, letting go of the intensity for the moment at least for now. "Would you like anything to drink?" Wesley offered, leading him in. "We have the usual..." Alcohol. Soren smirked a little. "Er..."
Soren laughed, quoted some line from some ancient Etruscan poetry to the effect of drinking him in with his eyes was sufficient to sustain him for a lifetime, and added, in English. "Did you have any plans for the day?"
It turned out that he didn't, and so fetching refreshments in the kitchen turned to kissing in the kitchen, breathless and arms once again tight-wrapped around each other. Remarkably chaste, so far as these things went with Soren. He just... they both just needed to know they were still loved. An embrace was one thing. A kiss was another.
"Better, now?" Wesley asked, eyes sparking with amusement that came from knowing the other man for years, as well as anyone, if not better.
"Much."
They took their drinks into the lounge, where Soren promptly put his feet up on the coffee table and Wesley promptly chided him for it, so he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up in Wesley's lap instead. Wesley smiled, one hand wrapped around his glass and wrapping the other hand around Soren's foot and massaging lightly. "How have you been? Surreal and Titian look well."
"They are well. We're planning a Thanksgiving dinner, among other things, this visit was supposed to be our invitation to your household, so consider yourself invited before I forget," he smiled. "I've no idea what'll be happening over Christmas. We'll likely be with her family for Wainsol."
Wesley's smile turned a little crooked. "What does Daemon think of that?"
"Er." Soren laughed, weakly. "We haven't told him yet."
Wesley snorted, offered a few pointed suggestions as to how they could go about breaking the news, and the subject passed easily from one man to the other until the conversation itself lapsed into a companionable silence. The glasses were empty by now, two or three hours gone. Soren shifted after a little while, spreading his legs one ankle under Wesley and the other still over his legs, and held out his arms. After a look that was equal parts question and you're an overgrown child, sometimes, Wesley leaned into him, settling against him, into his arms.
They both started to drift like that, enjoying the peace that came rarely enough these days. Not that peace and quiet was lacking in the household, even their households, even with the presence of young children. The peace that came with being in each other's arms, resting in the love that had endured through so much, that had carried them both through so much. Wesley's weight on his chest, one hand seeking his absently, the way they fit together, still, or again, after all these years. The puffs of warm breath against his neck.
The couch was narrow enough that when they slid up against each other and kissed, again, after a while, they had to hold on tight simply to keep from falling off. It made Wesley chuckle, made Soren smile to hear that sound. It felt as though it had been years sine they'd seen each other, since he'd heard his voice. Felt the touch of his lips even on his cheek.
"I missed you," Wesley told his collarbone, mirroring his thoughts.
"We shouldn't wait so long between visits." Soren's fingers brushed through his hair. "Why do we wait so long?"
"I don't know."
It seemed to take forever to move from the couch to the bed. Not Wes and Methos's bed, even Soren wasn't quite that audacious. They had their own little nook, though, out of the way, blue and gold and canopies and the comfort of soft blankets and warm bodies under them. Soren tucked his head to Wesley's chest, afterwards, just listening to his heartbeat. Wesley chuckled as Soren's hair tickled his skin, fingers brushing through the dark strands. They drifted in and out, murmured words more for the sound of each other's voice than for the sake of any conversation. Murmured words turned into little gasps as their hands drifted lower, little cries, moments of laughter. Then, moments of whispers, breaths caught between gasps and words that meant the world through an act that meant the same thing.
They allowed themselves to drift for a much shorter time, after. Eventually Soren kissed the top of his head from where they had traded places and murmured. "The girls will be home soon."
"I know."
Methos was home first, though, just giving them a knowing look as the three of them went into the lounge again to sit around and talk of nothing in particuclar. And then the girls were home, and all fathers involved took their turns to scoop up their little girls, kiss their wives. Surreal smiled as she hugged her husband, murmuring in his ear. "There, now. That's better. And, I told you so."