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diamondlifeI'm back! I saw Sutton Hoo and a Bronze Age village, nearly had to sleep in the car, saw the sea and missed nearly all the wickets at the test match, haha. Had a nice time, though, anyway! Wrote another page of fic I'd put aside in favour of another, but I'm back into it now. Plus had bright idea for my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
top_cagnotte fic. Busy busy busy!
I've only been gone less than three days and I had to skip=275, lol. I was also sad to see I didn't place inpot_challenge, cos I was actually quite pleased with my entry. :/ Well, I was when I wrote it; when I read it back, it was pretty ordinary, though I did like the ending. I'll share it here anyway for you to tell me I'm wrong! ;)
Title: First Move
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating: G/PG
Warnings: Er, none. o.O
First Move
Sanada had been preparing for it. He'd noticed the way Yukimura had been looking at him recently – he wasn't quite sure whether it was the looking that had been recent, or just him noticing – and he recognised it: that determined, confident look that said Yukimura had decided what he wanted. And Yukimura, if there was any way he could possibly make it happen, got what he wanted.
Sanada couldn't deny the rush of pride he felt at the realisation. Yukimura was one of the people he admired most in the world, so to be the object of that scrutiny was a kind of honour. It was, no doubt, an exaggeration to say that he'd be the envy of his team- and classmates; but still. Not many people would spurn the attention of gorgeous, talented, charismatic Yukimura Seiichi, and Sanada was no exception to this rule.
So he hadn't fought it. On the contrary; he'd accepted every one of Yukimura's increasingly frequent invitations to practice or study together, and sat through several movies he barely remembered, feeling Yukimura's fingers lightly brushing his own, his body pressing slowly closer until he was leaning against Sanada's side. He'd ceased to be surprised to find Yukimura on his doorstep, smiling that determined smile and easily inviting himself in and up to Sanada's room with only the barest of explanations.
It was on one such occasion when it happened, the moment Sanada had been expecting. Yukimura just stood, commanding, in the middle of Sanada's floor, and Sanada could feel the anticipation; Yukimura stepped closer, put his hands on Sanada's shoulders, reached up those few centimetres – and there, placed his parted lips on Sanada's without hesitation.
For all his preparation, Sanada felt his heart beat faster, still taken somehow by surprise; his teeth touched Yukimura's for a second, and he knew that wasn't right, but it wasn't important because Yukimura was still kissing him, and it felt so good to finally know the wait was over.
He felt a moment of unease when he realised Yukimura was smiling against his mouth, and then the kiss was over. "…What?" Paranoia made him blunt.
Yukimura shook his head, still smiling, and still holding Sanada by the shoulders. "Was that your first kiss?"
He shifted, still wary. "…Yes." Surely he wasn't so amateurish to amuse Yukimura that much?
Yukimura kissed his cheek. "I'm glad I got to share that with you." Still that damn unreadable smile.
Sanada knew he was going to have to ask, if he wanted to get an answer. "What are you smiling at?"
Yukimura looked satisfied – once again, he'd got the scenario he'd wanted. "I'm pleased, of course. I've wanted to do that for a while."
"..I know. I've wanted to as well," Sanada confessed.
Yukimura gave him a hard look. "Why didn't you?"
"I…" It had never occurred to him. Yukimura was the one in charge; even though Sanada would know exactly what was happening, it was still always Yukimura who was in control. "Does it matter?"
Yukimura smiled again, and this time it was softer. "No, I guess it doesn't." And reached up to try again.
END
I've got to fix my brain. x_o Also gotta read those yummy fics off of my list. :3 And do some RP stuff, darnit! ^_~Including apply for loveless_pot. If they'll have me. ^^;;
top_cagnotte fic. Busy busy busy!I've only been gone less than three days and I had to skip=275, lol. I was also sad to see I didn't place in
pot_challenge, cos I was actually quite pleased with my entry. :/ Well, I was when I wrote it; when I read it back, it was pretty ordinary, though I did like the ending. I'll share it here anyway for you to tell me I'm wrong! ;) Title: First Move
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating: G/PG
Warnings: Er, none. o.O
First Move
Sanada had been preparing for it. He'd noticed the way Yukimura had been looking at him recently – he wasn't quite sure whether it was the looking that had been recent, or just him noticing – and he recognised it: that determined, confident look that said Yukimura had decided what he wanted. And Yukimura, if there was any way he could possibly make it happen, got what he wanted.
Sanada couldn't deny the rush of pride he felt at the realisation. Yukimura was one of the people he admired most in the world, so to be the object of that scrutiny was a kind of honour. It was, no doubt, an exaggeration to say that he'd be the envy of his team- and classmates; but still. Not many people would spurn the attention of gorgeous, talented, charismatic Yukimura Seiichi, and Sanada was no exception to this rule.
So he hadn't fought it. On the contrary; he'd accepted every one of Yukimura's increasingly frequent invitations to practice or study together, and sat through several movies he barely remembered, feeling Yukimura's fingers lightly brushing his own, his body pressing slowly closer until he was leaning against Sanada's side. He'd ceased to be surprised to find Yukimura on his doorstep, smiling that determined smile and easily inviting himself in and up to Sanada's room with only the barest of explanations.
It was on one such occasion when it happened, the moment Sanada had been expecting. Yukimura just stood, commanding, in the middle of Sanada's floor, and Sanada could feel the anticipation; Yukimura stepped closer, put his hands on Sanada's shoulders, reached up those few centimetres – and there, placed his parted lips on Sanada's without hesitation.
For all his preparation, Sanada felt his heart beat faster, still taken somehow by surprise; his teeth touched Yukimura's for a second, and he knew that wasn't right, but it wasn't important because Yukimura was still kissing him, and it felt so good to finally know the wait was over.
He felt a moment of unease when he realised Yukimura was smiling against his mouth, and then the kiss was over. "…What?" Paranoia made him blunt.
Yukimura shook his head, still smiling, and still holding Sanada by the shoulders. "Was that your first kiss?"
He shifted, still wary. "…Yes." Surely he wasn't so amateurish to amuse Yukimura that much?
Yukimura kissed his cheek. "I'm glad I got to share that with you." Still that damn unreadable smile.
Sanada knew he was going to have to ask, if he wanted to get an answer. "What are you smiling at?"
Yukimura looked satisfied – once again, he'd got the scenario he'd wanted. "I'm pleased, of course. I've wanted to do that for a while."
"..I know. I've wanted to as well," Sanada confessed.
Yukimura gave him a hard look. "Why didn't you?"
"I…" It had never occurred to him. Yukimura was the one in charge; even though Sanada would know exactly what was happening, it was still always Yukimura who was in control. "Does it matter?"
Yukimura smiled again, and this time it was softer. "No, I guess it doesn't." And reached up to try again.
END
I've got to fix my brain. x_o Also gotta read those yummy fics off of my list. :3 And do some RP stuff, darnit! ^_~
loveless_pot. If they'll have me. ^^;;