FIC: Contretemps
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mharificTitle: Contretemps
Fandom: Les Misérables
Pairing: Grantaire/Prouvaire
Rating: PG
Words: 186
Disclaimer: Victor made them. I just play with them.
Summary: Jehan can't resist a lost cause.
Notes: Mailfic for Soujin. ^__^
"Mon ami, I wish you wouldn't." Jehan's soft voice is troubled, and Grantaire lowers his glass with a sigh and a smile.
"Ah, but the Muses make such lovely bacchantes, little one--"
"Grand-R."
"--when they turn traitor, minxes that they are."
Jehan frowns. "Don't talk of Greeks to me; you have no moderation."
"No more I have," and Grantaire knots one big hand in the poet's collar, drawing him close. Between kisses, he murmurs, "Do you mind so much?"
"All the same..."
"No, now, no lectures, Jean. Don't suit you."
"I know it doesn't. But you vex me. I like you better sober."
"I don't."
Abruptly Jehan pulls away, reaching up to twine both hands in his lover's tousled hair. His slender fingers are surprisingly strong. In his eyes, always gentle and gray as fog, there is a steelier gleam. "I do."
But he knows, even as he speaks, that he's wasting his breath, and all the force of will behind his words won't drive them home. This truth, the simple fact that he cares, is the one thing Grantaire will not hear from him.
Fandom: Les Misérables
Pairing: Grantaire/Prouvaire
Rating: PG
Words: 186
Disclaimer: Victor made them. I just play with them.
Summary: Jehan can't resist a lost cause.
Notes: Mailfic for Soujin. ^__^
"Mon ami, I wish you wouldn't." Jehan's soft voice is troubled, and Grantaire lowers his glass with a sigh and a smile.
"Ah, but the Muses make such lovely bacchantes, little one--"
"Grand-R."
"--when they turn traitor, minxes that they are."
Jehan frowns. "Don't talk of Greeks to me; you have no moderation."
"No more I have," and Grantaire knots one big hand in the poet's collar, drawing him close. Between kisses, he murmurs, "Do you mind so much?"
"All the same..."
"No, now, no lectures, Jean. Don't suit you."
"I know it doesn't. But you vex me. I like you better sober."
"I don't."
Abruptly Jehan pulls away, reaching up to twine both hands in his lover's tousled hair. His slender fingers are surprisingly strong. In his eyes, always gentle and gray as fog, there is a steelier gleam. "I do."
But he knows, even as he speaks, that he's wasting his breath, and all the force of will behind his words won't drive them home. This truth, the simple fact that he cares, is the one thing Grantaire will not hear from him.
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Date: 2006-01-24 09:00 am (UTC)"I don't."
I loved those lines.
Beautiful.
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Date: 2006-01-24 09:14 am (UTC)R's such a self-destructive bastard. *pats him*
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Date: 2006-01-24 09:43 am (UTC)