Still Alive!
Happy to report I'm still alive after Thanksgiving. Though I will be swamped by my procrastinating ways come tomorrow... :\ Piles of work to be done.
Anyway! At work today, I was thinking about the scene in Austria on the lake with Winters and Nixon...that scene was so beautiful. And their friendship shined through it so completely, it was definitely a treat to see. So I dabbled a little ficlet in my notebook, which has not been beta'd or subjected to anyone else's opinions, so it might be a little (read: LOT) rough. It's my first BoB ficlet (pure fluff)..heh. Hopefully, as the fandom progresses and expands, we'll have those whopping 324 K fics like all the rest ;)
I'm sure the lake scene has been written about before, but here's my little contribution ^_^
A quiet moment:
The water was warmer than he'd originally thought it would be. Reflections of the sun glanced off the surface, unable to penetrate the deep color of a natural lake, and Nix watched, mesmerized as the light reflected off Dick’s face, his wet hair.
“You okay?” Dick asked, swimming lazily, just enough to keep his head above the surface.
Nix nodded and smiled, feeling his lips forming into an absurd little grin.
“I don’t think you’re okay.” Dick said and swam closer, giving him one of his searching looks.
“Can’t a guy be happy?” As Dick stared, dubious, Nix stared back, unable to wipe the grin off his face. Dick was gorgeous. The other man raised one graceful, red eyebrow and Nix couldn’t help but shake his head, laugh a little.
“I think you need to get out of the water now, Nix. You’re becoming hysterical.” Dick reached out and started pushing him back towards the pier, and for a little while, Nix let himself be pushed, floating slowly backwards. He was aware of his best friend’s hands on his chest; he could feel their heat even through the wetness of his clothes.
Silently, Nix raised his hand and stopped their movement. He floated there for a while and watched Dick regard him in return with quiet consternation.
“Come to New Jersey with me,” Nix heard himself say and felt his hands moving as if almost by their own volition to pull at his wet jacket as he shrugged out of it, letting the heavy garment sink into the water. Dick opened his mouth as he watched the jacket disappear, but could say nothing before Nix continued, ignoring the perplexed look on his friends face.
“I’ll need a manager, and I can’t think of anyone more suited to manage than you.” Nix reached down and pulled his wet shirt over his head, before letting that too sink to its watery death.
Dick gave him a look again. After a while of quiet consideration, he nodded slowly, uttering a single word that seemed to pass through Nix like a cool, gentle breeze.
“Okay.”
Nix felt himself drifting closer, wanting to blame the water, except it wasn’t that. He felt a sense of relief when Dick didn’t turn away or push him back. Instead, his best friend merely stayed motionless and pale, perfect as a statue with the rest of its body submerged in cool, placid water. Nix fought the insane urge to laugh, a simple pleasure he couldn’t find enough excuses to do anymore, but he was afraid of destroying the perfect moment of understanding.
He moved closer, distinctly aware of the ripples in the water caused by his movement, until their bodies seemed to be touching at last, chest to chest. Slowly, he searched Dick’s face for some sign of distress, and then wrapped his arms around the other man when he found no such sign.
The perfect silence and stillness of the moment seemed to stretch on for a small eternity. Nix closed his eyes, feeling Richard Winters, Major, best friend and confidante, sensing him, his body warm and comforting under the lukewarm water. Then, just as quietly and slowly as Nix had done, Dick raised his arms and hugged him back, held him close.
Nix couldn’t help then but let the laugh escape, content for the first time since the war had started, and then he felt his friend’s laugh rumble against his own chest, the low sound prickling his ears. He felt the sun’s warmth on his face, the wet skin of Dick’s cheek rubbing against his own, the hard angle of Dick’s jaw scarping against his mild case of perpetual stubble.
And again, he thought, fucking gorgeous.
The sun glinted off Dick’s hair, plastered wet and dark red against his scalp. Nix pulled back to simply look. And smile.
“Happy?” Dick asked, a relaxed smile pulling up one corner of his mouth.
Nix nodded once, touched his best friend’s shoulder. “Happy.”
Yeah... hope I don't embarrass myself. Heh. Heh.
Anyway! At work today, I was thinking about the scene in Austria on the lake with Winters and Nixon...that scene was so beautiful. And their friendship shined through it so completely, it was definitely a treat to see. So I dabbled a little ficlet in my notebook, which has not been beta'd or subjected to anyone else's opinions, so it might be a little (read: LOT) rough. It's my first BoB ficlet (pure fluff)..heh. Hopefully, as the fandom progresses and expands, we'll have those whopping 324 K fics like all the rest ;)
I'm sure the lake scene has been written about before, but here's my little contribution ^_^
A quiet moment:
The water was warmer than he'd originally thought it would be. Reflections of the sun glanced off the surface, unable to penetrate the deep color of a natural lake, and Nix watched, mesmerized as the light reflected off Dick’s face, his wet hair.
“You okay?” Dick asked, swimming lazily, just enough to keep his head above the surface.
Nix nodded and smiled, feeling his lips forming into an absurd little grin.
“I don’t think you’re okay.” Dick said and swam closer, giving him one of his searching looks.
“Can’t a guy be happy?” As Dick stared, dubious, Nix stared back, unable to wipe the grin off his face. Dick was gorgeous. The other man raised one graceful, red eyebrow and Nix couldn’t help but shake his head, laugh a little.
“I think you need to get out of the water now, Nix. You’re becoming hysterical.” Dick reached out and started pushing him back towards the pier, and for a little while, Nix let himself be pushed, floating slowly backwards. He was aware of his best friend’s hands on his chest; he could feel their heat even through the wetness of his clothes.
Silently, Nix raised his hand and stopped their movement. He floated there for a while and watched Dick regard him in return with quiet consternation.
“Come to New Jersey with me,” Nix heard himself say and felt his hands moving as if almost by their own volition to pull at his wet jacket as he shrugged out of it, letting the heavy garment sink into the water. Dick opened his mouth as he watched the jacket disappear, but could say nothing before Nix continued, ignoring the perplexed look on his friends face.
“I’ll need a manager, and I can’t think of anyone more suited to manage than you.” Nix reached down and pulled his wet shirt over his head, before letting that too sink to its watery death.
Dick gave him a look again. After a while of quiet consideration, he nodded slowly, uttering a single word that seemed to pass through Nix like a cool, gentle breeze.
“Okay.”
Nix felt himself drifting closer, wanting to blame the water, except it wasn’t that. He felt a sense of relief when Dick didn’t turn away or push him back. Instead, his best friend merely stayed motionless and pale, perfect as a statue with the rest of its body submerged in cool, placid water. Nix fought the insane urge to laugh, a simple pleasure he couldn’t find enough excuses to do anymore, but he was afraid of destroying the perfect moment of understanding.
He moved closer, distinctly aware of the ripples in the water caused by his movement, until their bodies seemed to be touching at last, chest to chest. Slowly, he searched Dick’s face for some sign of distress, and then wrapped his arms around the other man when he found no such sign.
The perfect silence and stillness of the moment seemed to stretch on for a small eternity. Nix closed his eyes, feeling Richard Winters, Major, best friend and confidante, sensing him, his body warm and comforting under the lukewarm water. Then, just as quietly and slowly as Nix had done, Dick raised his arms and hugged him back, held him close.
Nix couldn’t help then but let the laugh escape, content for the first time since the war had started, and then he felt his friend’s laugh rumble against his own chest, the low sound prickling his ears. He felt the sun’s warmth on his face, the wet skin of Dick’s cheek rubbing against his own, the hard angle of Dick’s jaw scarping against his mild case of perpetual stubble.
And again, he thought, fucking gorgeous.
The sun glinted off Dick’s hair, plastered wet and dark red against his scalp. Nix pulled back to simply look. And smile.
“Happy?” Dick asked, a relaxed smile pulling up one corner of his mouth.
Nix nodded once, touched his best friend’s shoulder. “Happy.”
Yeah... hope I don't embarrass myself. Heh. Heh.