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louiseluxTitle: All we ever have is now
Pairing: Roger/Rafa
Rating: g
Notes: a short fic that I wrote a little while ago and then tucked away in my box of stories I am not sure about. Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emungere for beta and also for prodding me to post it.
Summary: they are at playing at Wimbledon again
The summer night was short, so they'd waited until after midnight to come into the grounds. There were security guards, somewhere, but Roger was almost sure they wouldn't see them. Above them on the wall of the court the red eye of a camera blinked.
Behind him Rafa was silent, moving uneasily from foot to foot.
"It's okay," Roger said. "We won't be bothered."
"Is trespassing," Rafa hissed.
"This is like our spiritual home, we can't trespass."
"Is still not right."
"It's fine." He turned to Rafa and took his hand.
Rafa clung to it, then pulled it to his chest with both hands and held it against his heart.
"It's been long time since we last played," he said. His voice was so soft and so dear.
"It's easy to forget how long it's been."
Rafa nodded, his gaze searching Roger's face. Centre Court was perfectly still in the moonlight, lit with silver from a moon that was round-faced and fat. This late in the tournament, the evening before the last Sunday, the grass at the baseline was worn to bald dirt by thousands of straining footfalls. Rafa's fingers linked with his as they stepped onto the grass together. His hands were as warm as the midsummer air.
Someone had left a basket of balls by the umpire's chair, and there were two racquets leaning against it. The white line of the net glowed, easily bright enough to see.
"Let's have a match," Roger said.
"Can we, Roger? It seems wrong."
"Out of anyone, we should be allowed to play, right?"
Rafa's smile grew until it was as brilliant as the moonlight. "Yeah?" He crowded close to Roger's side, close enough that they stood shoulder to shoulder. Rafa lifted his chin in a little defiant movement. His words were as gentle as his smile. "Then I take you to Roland Garros next year, no?"
Their steps were so light on the grass, hardly there at all. The ball glowed in Rafa's hand, then it was flying up and at him, pale like a small furry imitation of the moon. Roger caught it on the sweet spot and flung it back.
"I remember every point I played," Rafa said. His voice floated over the net.
"From every match?"
"Every match against you."
The moon slid down the sky, and the court began to darken. Rafa was laughing. His hair was flung back, and Roger stopped. This was what he'd lived for. Rafa was composed of shadows and light, a beautiful thing.
No one came to stop them, because who could? The moon disappeared and the dawn came, and they faded away, still playing.
Pairing: Roger/Rafa
Rating: g
Notes: a short fic that I wrote a little while ago and then tucked away in my box of stories I am not sure about. Thank you
emungere for beta and also for prodding me to post it.Summary: they are at playing at Wimbledon again
The summer night was short, so they'd waited until after midnight to come into the grounds. There were security guards, somewhere, but Roger was almost sure they wouldn't see them. Above them on the wall of the court the red eye of a camera blinked.
Behind him Rafa was silent, moving uneasily from foot to foot.
"It's okay," Roger said. "We won't be bothered."
"Is trespassing," Rafa hissed.
"This is like our spiritual home, we can't trespass."
"Is still not right."
"It's fine." He turned to Rafa and took his hand.
Rafa clung to it, then pulled it to his chest with both hands and held it against his heart.
"It's been long time since we last played," he said. His voice was so soft and so dear.
"It's easy to forget how long it's been."
Rafa nodded, his gaze searching Roger's face. Centre Court was perfectly still in the moonlight, lit with silver from a moon that was round-faced and fat. This late in the tournament, the evening before the last Sunday, the grass at the baseline was worn to bald dirt by thousands of straining footfalls. Rafa's fingers linked with his as they stepped onto the grass together. His hands were as warm as the midsummer air.
Someone had left a basket of balls by the umpire's chair, and there were two racquets leaning against it. The white line of the net glowed, easily bright enough to see.
"Let's have a match," Roger said.
"Can we, Roger? It seems wrong."
"Out of anyone, we should be allowed to play, right?"
Rafa's smile grew until it was as brilliant as the moonlight. "Yeah?" He crowded close to Roger's side, close enough that they stood shoulder to shoulder. Rafa lifted his chin in a little defiant movement. His words were as gentle as his smile. "Then I take you to Roland Garros next year, no?"
Their steps were so light on the grass, hardly there at all. The ball glowed in Rafa's hand, then it was flying up and at him, pale like a small furry imitation of the moon. Roger caught it on the sweet spot and flung it back.
"I remember every point I played," Rafa said. His voice floated over the net.
"From every match?"
"Every match against you."
The moon slid down the sky, and the court began to darken. Rafa was laughing. His hair was flung back, and Roger stopped. This was what he'd lived for. Rafa was composed of shadows and light, a beautiful thing.
No one came to stop them, because who could? The moon disappeared and the dawn came, and they faded away, still playing.
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Date: 2008-12-10 03:48 pm (UTC)~ loves ~
I came to your lj this morning to read Under Your Skin for the billionth time. And instead, look what I found!
~ insert contented sigh ~
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Date: 2008-12-10 07:06 pm (UTC)Indeed.
We all know it's their spiritual home.
Thanks so much for this.
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Date: 2008-12-10 09:41 pm (UTC)Rafa was laughing. His hair was flung back, and Roger stopped. This was what he'd lived for. Rafa was composed of shadows and light, a beautiful thing.
I love this image so much. It's so vivid, and I can feel Roger just stopping, watching. Perfect. :)
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Date: 2008-12-11 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-11 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-11 04:28 am (UTC)"Every match against you."
askdhaspoerhpoauelksjdooj;sdlkf!! I love them adoring each other for each others skill. ♥
(The weirdest thing is that I seriously just wrote a fic two weeks ago about Roger sneaking Rafa onto centre court for a game, but it's mid-afternoon and Rafa's retired due to his poor knees. But still, we are mind-melding Louise!)
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Date: 2008-12-11 04:29 am (UTC)This late in the tournament, the evening before the last Sunday, the grass at the baseline was worn to bald dirt by thousands of straining footfalls.
Straining footfalls, yes. Gives me such a clear mental picture. As does this:
Rafa was laughing. His hair was flung back, and Roger stopped. This was what he'd lived for. Rafa was composed of shadows and light, a beautiful thing.
♥
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Date: 2008-12-12 12:55 am (UTC)Rafa's fingers linked with his as they stepped onto the grass together.
thank you.
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Date: 2008-12-15 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-15 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 01:49 pm (UTC)The whole thing of them adoring each other for their skill just makes me so happy, because I'm sure it's pretty much true even without the hot manlove aspect.
*hides in your brain*
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Date: 2008-12-15 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 01:50 pm (UTC)Your icon makes me giggle every time.
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Date: 2008-12-30 01:07 am (UTC)The moon disappeared and the dawn came, and they faded away, still playing.
gave me the shivers. What an image!
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Date: 2009-02-10 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 03:23 am (UTC)This one, however, is so beautiful and sad that I have to admit to being quite teary now. "spiritual home" indeed. I love the subtle way you told this, without revealing too much. The atmosphere is so rich. Love it. And the end! Gah! My heart...