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booshslashhavenTitle: Enigma Variations, 37/38: You and Me in the Night Times
Summary: What it says on the tin, more or less
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: This is the end of the story. (But is it really the end of the story?)
Length: about 950 words, nowhere near enough I know, but I’m writing on borrowed time here… and I know you people are well capable of filling in any gaps
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I just borrow them to play with now and again (and again and again and again). For twisted love, not for profit
Notes: Yes folks, we’ve got to the end. (Apart from the coda, and there may be some ‘deleted scenes’ still to come… I’m not sure I’ll have time to write the 20 chapters about the double wedding, although there is doubtless much entertaining material to be imagined there…) Huge thanks to everybody who’s stuck with this ludicrous epic from start to finish, as well as to those who’ve joined in along the way. I love you all, and your feedback has been invaluable!
Enigma Variations: 37/38 You and Me in the Night Times
“Well?” Howard puts his empty mug on the table. “Are we going to bed too, or are you just going to sit there dreaming about sequins all night? … Vince?”
Vince hasn’t moved. He’s still staring into space, his blue eyes dreamy, his angular features uncharacteristically thoughtful.
Howard could sit here and watch him all night, if there weren’t so many other things he wanted to do with him all night.
A slight shiver runs through Vince’s body, and now he looks scared rather than pensive. Perhaps he’s just rattled by seeing Naboo all upset. There isn’t anything else here to be frightened of. Howard is just about to move closer and offer reassurance, when Vince draws a deep, resolute breath as though he’s just come to a difficult decision.
“Howard?”
“What’s wrong, little man?”
Vince shakes his head. “Nothing’s wrong exactly… well, I mean, it is a bit wrong, this isn’t how I imagined it but maybe it’s better this way, just here at home on the sofa with a cup of tea, an’ you might be a bit mad with me for stealing your big moment but I don’t wanna waste any more time, an’ I never thought I’d be the one saying this… don’t even know if I can say it… ”
Howard’s worried now, really worried, but he tries to keep his voice steady. “Course you can, there’s nothing you can’t say to me.”
“OK then, here goes.” Vince puts down his empty mug and slides off the sofa onto the floor. He must be more drunk than Howard had realised. And he looks so frail and vulnerable huddled down there on one knee, his head bowed and the thick fall of his black hair hiding most of his face. “Howard…”
“I’m listening, Vince.” Howard shuffles along the sofa, closing the gap between them until Vince is leaning against Howard’s legs, kneeling right at his feet…
Oh.
Ah.
Right…
Bit slow on the uptake there, Howard Moon.
Vince looks up, biting his lip. “Howard, I gotta confession to make.”
“You peeked at Number Seven,” Howard says, without anger.
The tension goes out of Vince’s hunched shoulders. “Yeah, I did.”
“And?” Howard takes one of Vince’s surprisingly cold hands between both of his own.
“And…” Vince looks at their joined hands, hesitates for a fraction, then looks up at Howard and plunges headlong. “And... we weren’t ready for it back then, at least I wasn’t, but I am now, an’ I haven’t been organised about a ring or anythin’, but… Howard T J Moon, will you marry me?”
…
Howard says many things in answer to this question, all of which are in some way equivalent to ‘yes’, before picking Vince up bodily and carrying him to their bedroom to work through all the previous items on Howard’s list, in roughly numerical order.
Vince strips for him, posing and wiggling, and Howard can’t wait for Item Number One to end, he just has to get off the bed and kiss Vince again, and they end up taking each other’s clothes off in record time, Item Two leading seamlessly into a glorious, giggling, entangled exploration of Items Three and Four.
After which Vince is the recipient of one of Howard’s best-ever Number Fives, Howard taking Little Vince in deeper than he’s ever managed before, swirling his tongue around the salty, sweaty, Vince-flavoured flesh, making Vince whimper and moan, “Howard… want you… in me… please…”
No Man of Action could possibly deny such a passionate and accurately phrased request. Howard lets go of Vince’s cock (such a vulgar word for such an elegant thing) and turns to his attention to various other delicious bits of Vince, licking and nibbling, probing and stretching and finally reaching for the lube to make sure everything’s ready for Item Number Six.
He can take his time. Vince isn’t going anywhere. Vince will be with him, always, however long that may turn out to be.
“Howard…” Vince pleads, and Howard slides himself in, gently and carefully, Vince’s body rearranging itself around him, hot and tight and quivering.
“That OK for you, little man?”
“Perfect.” Vince’s eyes are shining with love. “Just perfect, Howard, cos it’s you.”
Howard doesn’t know how he could possibly ever be happier than he is right now this minute.
Until Vince shows him.
…
Later that night, as they lie sticky and entwined on top of the sheets, they’re woken by a sharp cry from the next room.
Naboo is sitting upright in bed, in the grip of some awful nightmare, screaming: “Don’t shut the door, don’t shut the door!”
It takes a while to wake him; Vince holds him while he cries and shivers.
“Wonder what’s brought this on?” Howard murmurs.
“Prob’ly just stress. He’s bin through a lot, an’ now things’re about to change… Hey, Naboolio, Bollo’s not home yet, d’you wanna come in with us so you’re not on your own?”
Naboo nods, and Howard picks him up and takes him back to Vince’s bed.
They lie one on either side of him; Howard strokes him behind his ear, very softly, until he’s calmer.
“Thanks.” Naboo’s voice wavers. “An’ sorry, an’… congratulations? Am I right?”
“That’s some mind-reading you just did there, magic man,” Vince says. “But yeah, you’re right, we’re all headed for number 7, it’s gonna be genius… an’ since we’re talking fairytale endings here, I’ve got somethin’ to add to your list, Howard, number 8.”
“Along the lines of ‘and they all woke up stuck together in the morning?’ ” Howard suggests.
“Course not, ya berk.” Vince giggles. “Although that’ll probably come true too… no, you know and I know and Naboo knows there’s only one way for us to end.”
Three voices in unison chant: ‘And they all lived happily ever after.’
Summary: What it says on the tin, more or less
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: This is the end of the story. (But is it really the end of the story?)
Length: about 950 words, nowhere near enough I know, but I’m writing on borrowed time here… and I know you people are well capable of filling in any gaps
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I just borrow them to play with now and again (and again and again and again). For twisted love, not for profit
Notes: Yes folks, we’ve got to the end. (Apart from the coda, and there may be some ‘deleted scenes’ still to come… I’m not sure I’ll have time to write the 20 chapters about the double wedding, although there is doubtless much entertaining material to be imagined there…) Huge thanks to everybody who’s stuck with this ludicrous epic from start to finish, as well as to those who’ve joined in along the way. I love you all, and your feedback has been invaluable!
Enigma Variations: 37/38 You and Me in the Night Times
“Well?” Howard puts his empty mug on the table. “Are we going to bed too, or are you just going to sit there dreaming about sequins all night? … Vince?”
Vince hasn’t moved. He’s still staring into space, his blue eyes dreamy, his angular features uncharacteristically thoughtful.
Howard could sit here and watch him all night, if there weren’t so many other things he wanted to do with him all night.
A slight shiver runs through Vince’s body, and now he looks scared rather than pensive. Perhaps he’s just rattled by seeing Naboo all upset. There isn’t anything else here to be frightened of. Howard is just about to move closer and offer reassurance, when Vince draws a deep, resolute breath as though he’s just come to a difficult decision.
“Howard?”
“What’s wrong, little man?”
Vince shakes his head. “Nothing’s wrong exactly… well, I mean, it is a bit wrong, this isn’t how I imagined it but maybe it’s better this way, just here at home on the sofa with a cup of tea, an’ you might be a bit mad with me for stealing your big moment but I don’t wanna waste any more time, an’ I never thought I’d be the one saying this… don’t even know if I can say it… ”
Howard’s worried now, really worried, but he tries to keep his voice steady. “Course you can, there’s nothing you can’t say to me.”
“OK then, here goes.” Vince puts down his empty mug and slides off the sofa onto the floor. He must be more drunk than Howard had realised. And he looks so frail and vulnerable huddled down there on one knee, his head bowed and the thick fall of his black hair hiding most of his face. “Howard…”
“I’m listening, Vince.” Howard shuffles along the sofa, closing the gap between them until Vince is leaning against Howard’s legs, kneeling right at his feet…
Oh.
Ah.
Right…
Bit slow on the uptake there, Howard Moon.
Vince looks up, biting his lip. “Howard, I gotta confession to make.”
“You peeked at Number Seven,” Howard says, without anger.
The tension goes out of Vince’s hunched shoulders. “Yeah, I did.”
“And?” Howard takes one of Vince’s surprisingly cold hands between both of his own.
“And…” Vince looks at their joined hands, hesitates for a fraction, then looks up at Howard and plunges headlong. “And... we weren’t ready for it back then, at least I wasn’t, but I am now, an’ I haven’t been organised about a ring or anythin’, but… Howard T J Moon, will you marry me?”
…
Howard says many things in answer to this question, all of which are in some way equivalent to ‘yes’, before picking Vince up bodily and carrying him to their bedroom to work through all the previous items on Howard’s list, in roughly numerical order.
Vince strips for him, posing and wiggling, and Howard can’t wait for Item Number One to end, he just has to get off the bed and kiss Vince again, and they end up taking each other’s clothes off in record time, Item Two leading seamlessly into a glorious, giggling, entangled exploration of Items Three and Four.
After which Vince is the recipient of one of Howard’s best-ever Number Fives, Howard taking Little Vince in deeper than he’s ever managed before, swirling his tongue around the salty, sweaty, Vince-flavoured flesh, making Vince whimper and moan, “Howard… want you… in me… please…”
No Man of Action could possibly deny such a passionate and accurately phrased request. Howard lets go of Vince’s cock (such a vulgar word for such an elegant thing) and turns to his attention to various other delicious bits of Vince, licking and nibbling, probing and stretching and finally reaching for the lube to make sure everything’s ready for Item Number Six.
He can take his time. Vince isn’t going anywhere. Vince will be with him, always, however long that may turn out to be.
“Howard…” Vince pleads, and Howard slides himself in, gently and carefully, Vince’s body rearranging itself around him, hot and tight and quivering.
“That OK for you, little man?”
“Perfect.” Vince’s eyes are shining with love. “Just perfect, Howard, cos it’s you.”
Howard doesn’t know how he could possibly ever be happier than he is right now this minute.
Until Vince shows him.
…
Later that night, as they lie sticky and entwined on top of the sheets, they’re woken by a sharp cry from the next room.
Naboo is sitting upright in bed, in the grip of some awful nightmare, screaming: “Don’t shut the door, don’t shut the door!”
It takes a while to wake him; Vince holds him while he cries and shivers.
“Wonder what’s brought this on?” Howard murmurs.
“Prob’ly just stress. He’s bin through a lot, an’ now things’re about to change… Hey, Naboolio, Bollo’s not home yet, d’you wanna come in with us so you’re not on your own?”
Naboo nods, and Howard picks him up and takes him back to Vince’s bed.
They lie one on either side of him; Howard strokes him behind his ear, very softly, until he’s calmer.
“Thanks.” Naboo’s voice wavers. “An’ sorry, an’… congratulations? Am I right?”
“That’s some mind-reading you just did there, magic man,” Vince says. “But yeah, you’re right, we’re all headed for number 7, it’s gonna be genius… an’ since we’re talking fairytale endings here, I’ve got somethin’ to add to your list, Howard, number 8.”
“Along the lines of ‘and they all woke up stuck together in the morning?’ ” Howard suggests.
“Course not, ya berk.” Vince giggles. “Although that’ll probably come true too… no, you know and I know and Naboo knows there’s only one way for us to end.”
Three voices in unison chant: ‘And they all lived happily ever after.’
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Date: 2012-08-22 03:49 am (UTC)Oh, this bit. I love this bit. It is PERFECT. For Howard and Vince in general, yes, but also as a marker of where they are now as a couple, and how committed they are, and how deeply they understand each other. At the beginning of the story, they were barely communicating, but now they've gone through the test, the insecurities, they've worked through and looked at themselves and each other, and now that trust is there. This whole chapter just radiates trust and love, from Howard assuring Vince that there's nothing that he can't tell him, all the way through to them easily inviting Naboo into their bed to look after him--because they've got so much love between them that it's easy to share. It's so beautiful!
Of course, I love the whole chapter, too. Vince's proposal... &hearts He's right, the grand declaration is usually Howard's strength, but it's so touching to watch Vince work through all that nervousness and ask anyway, because he doesn't want to waste any more time. I'm also really taken with Howard looking down at him and realizing how vulnerable and fragile he looks in that moment, because there's so much tenderness in it. There was never any doubt about the answer, but the sex that follows is a lovely, lovely affirmation of its own. And I really liked the references back to the list, as they worked their way through, now with all the practice and finesse of people who know each other's preferences well... all the way up to number 8. Which is perfect, too; if anybody deserves a happily ever after, it's these four!