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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Perspective is Everything
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Paring: gen, Andrej Zeklos+Zayne Reyes
Word Count: 1,046
Rating: PG
Summary: Reyes is caught telling stories and Zeklos thinks it’s time to drive a particular point home.
Author’s Note: I think this reads best if you position it between the end of Cops and Rubies and the beginning of Unkiss Me. In other words, after the first time Zeklos kissed Reyes, but long before their hotel hookup. Written for the Say What? challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words.
If there was one thing Reyes loved, it was a good story. Even more so when he was the one telling it. The absolute adoration he received any time he related one of his past escapades to the unis and assorted detectives around the station only furthered to encourage him. That is to say, it made him exaggerate.
This made Zeklos insane. Scratch that – Reyes in general made Zeklos insane. Insane with lust, insane with the need to strangle his perfect throat. Just… insane. But it certainly didn’t help when the idiot insisted on embellishing what was already a perfectly entertaining story as it was. So, when he caught Reyes holding court in the robbery homicide’s breakroom, he’d had enough.
“That’s not how it happened at all,” Zeklos said, pushing his way into the room, squeezing between a petite blonde he’d never seen before and a burlier detective he knew was from hate crimes. “And you know this. Why don’t you tell them you entered the building with your lightsaber blazing?”
“Zek, honey,” Reyes said, holding out a hand to stall any further scolding. “Calm down, there’s no harm in telling a bit of a fish story.” He looked around the room and saw more than a couple slight nods at that. “Besides, truth is a point of view about things. And from my point of view, this is how it happened.”
The smile that curled Reyes’ mouth set Zeklos’ heart to thudding in his chest. It was a sly and seductive smile, the one that Zayne loved to use when he wanted to get his way. To Zek’s dismay, nine times out of ten, it worked. But not today. No, today he was exasperated enough to not be swayed by those full lips and emerald eyes.
“So, if the truth is solely one’s point of view,” Zek said, stepping past a grinning Trish so that he was an arm’s reach from his partner, “then anything is possible. Two people could very well have the same experience and come out of it with different points of view.” He emphasized the last three words, making a point.
“I suppose so,” Reyes said, smile faltering a touch. “I mean, I know you and I don’t always see things the same way.”
Nodding, Zeklos shook a finger in Reyes’ direction, a smirk finding his face. “Which means that, say, dinner at my place might have just been dinner for you, but a date for me?” The shock that landed squarely on Reyes’ face was well worth exposing himself to the entire station. For the most part, everyone in his department already knew after the fiasco at the Heartbreaker Hotel, but he prayed that his affections for his partner was news to the rest of their co-workers.
“It wasn’t a date,” Reyes spluttered. “You know it wasn’t a date, too. You’ve even told me you’d never –”
“Wait,” Zeklos interrupted him, fighting to keep his triumphant grin at bay. “So, it's okay for you to exaggerate your prowess in the field, but it’s not okay for me to exaggerate our pizza and a beer Friday night get-togethers? Why?”
Reyes blinked, but didn’t answer. His mouth dropped open, then snapped shut.
“Stand down, Reyes,” Trish Rollins said, maneuvering her way towards the front of the room. “I’ll field this one for you.” She looked at Zeklos and winked. “The reason why it’s acceptable for him to overstate his exploits is because he knows that no one in this room buys into his bullshit. You, on the other hand –”
“You,” Hilary said from near the breakroom door, “people trust. They take what you say seriously. Zayne’s afraid that if you start telling them that your Friday night decompression sessions are something more, it’ll become true as far as they care.”
“Not like it already isn’t true,” Trish snarked. “At least for one half of the dynamic detective duo anyway.”
Hilary grinned at her partner. “Shh,” she stage whispered. “Not everyone knows that Zeklos is secretly longing for Reyes.”
Zeklos felt as stunned as Reyes looked. He’d only been trying to show Zayne how stupid he was sounding and then the girls come up with this. They had a point, but still, it had come out of left field. “For the record,” he said, wincing when his voice wobbled slightly. “There isn’t anything going on between the two of us, despite what I’ve seen written on random white boards around here.” He glared at Trish, knowing she was the one responsible for the supposed ‘love notes’ left where everyone could see them.
“Keep telling yourself that,” the little blonde said, patting Zeklos on the arm. “Maybe one day he’ll start to believe it.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that, so Zeklos let her wander away. Glancing back at Reyes, he said, “See where telling tales gets you?”
Shrugging, Zayne moved through the crowd of people and slung an arm around Zeklos’ shoulders. “Eh, who cares what they think? I’ve had worse things said about me than this.”
“Worse than the idea you were sleeping with your partner?” Not that Zeklos thought that was anything to be ashamed of, especially when your partner was as charming and gorgeous as Zayne.
“Muy mucho, baby.” Reyes gave Zek another squeeze. “So, you making me stir-fry tonight or do I have to show up with another pizza?”
Leaning into Reyes’ body, Zeklos laughed. “Depends, is this a date or am I just someone you’re mooching off?”
“If you’re going to cook for me,” Reyes grinned. “You can call it whatever you want. Just don’t go spreading rumors tomorrow morning.”
“Be sure to hide the hickeys where no one will see them,” Trish offered, winking as she walked by.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” Zayne said, watching the redhead stride off, “she makes a lot of sense.”
“It’s too bad that I’m never going to have to worry about you forgetting,” Zeklos said before he could stop himself. “Wait –”
“Nope,” Reyes teased, leaning in as close as he could get. “No backsies.”
For one fleeting moment, Zeklos wondered if the ‘no backsies’ rule applied to kisses given in a fit of pique. Who knew, maybe he’d one day find out.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Paring: gen, Andrej Zeklos+Zayne Reyes
Word Count: 1,046
Rating: PG
Summary: Reyes is caught telling stories and Zeklos thinks it’s time to drive a particular point home.
Author’s Note: I think this reads best if you position it between the end of Cops and Rubies and the beginning of Unkiss Me. In other words, after the first time Zeklos kissed Reyes, but long before their hotel hookup. Written for the Say What? challenge at
1_million_words.If there was one thing Reyes loved, it was a good story. Even more so when he was the one telling it. The absolute adoration he received any time he related one of his past escapades to the unis and assorted detectives around the station only furthered to encourage him. That is to say, it made him exaggerate.
This made Zeklos insane. Scratch that – Reyes in general made Zeklos insane. Insane with lust, insane with the need to strangle his perfect throat. Just… insane. But it certainly didn’t help when the idiot insisted on embellishing what was already a perfectly entertaining story as it was. So, when he caught Reyes holding court in the robbery homicide’s breakroom, he’d had enough.
“That’s not how it happened at all,” Zeklos said, pushing his way into the room, squeezing between a petite blonde he’d never seen before and a burlier detective he knew was from hate crimes. “And you know this. Why don’t you tell them you entered the building with your lightsaber blazing?”
“Zek, honey,” Reyes said, holding out a hand to stall any further scolding. “Calm down, there’s no harm in telling a bit of a fish story.” He looked around the room and saw more than a couple slight nods at that. “Besides, truth is a point of view about things. And from my point of view, this is how it happened.”
The smile that curled Reyes’ mouth set Zeklos’ heart to thudding in his chest. It was a sly and seductive smile, the one that Zayne loved to use when he wanted to get his way. To Zek’s dismay, nine times out of ten, it worked. But not today. No, today he was exasperated enough to not be swayed by those full lips and emerald eyes.
“So, if the truth is solely one’s point of view,” Zek said, stepping past a grinning Trish so that he was an arm’s reach from his partner, “then anything is possible. Two people could very well have the same experience and come out of it with different points of view.” He emphasized the last three words, making a point.
“I suppose so,” Reyes said, smile faltering a touch. “I mean, I know you and I don’t always see things the same way.”
Nodding, Zeklos shook a finger in Reyes’ direction, a smirk finding his face. “Which means that, say, dinner at my place might have just been dinner for you, but a date for me?” The shock that landed squarely on Reyes’ face was well worth exposing himself to the entire station. For the most part, everyone in his department already knew after the fiasco at the Heartbreaker Hotel, but he prayed that his affections for his partner was news to the rest of their co-workers.
“It wasn’t a date,” Reyes spluttered. “You know it wasn’t a date, too. You’ve even told me you’d never –”
“Wait,” Zeklos interrupted him, fighting to keep his triumphant grin at bay. “So, it's okay for you to exaggerate your prowess in the field, but it’s not okay for me to exaggerate our pizza and a beer Friday night get-togethers? Why?”
Reyes blinked, but didn’t answer. His mouth dropped open, then snapped shut.
“Stand down, Reyes,” Trish Rollins said, maneuvering her way towards the front of the room. “I’ll field this one for you.” She looked at Zeklos and winked. “The reason why it’s acceptable for him to overstate his exploits is because he knows that no one in this room buys into his bullshit. You, on the other hand –”
“You,” Hilary said from near the breakroom door, “people trust. They take what you say seriously. Zayne’s afraid that if you start telling them that your Friday night decompression sessions are something more, it’ll become true as far as they care.”
“Not like it already isn’t true,” Trish snarked. “At least for one half of the dynamic detective duo anyway.”
Hilary grinned at her partner. “Shh,” she stage whispered. “Not everyone knows that Zeklos is secretly longing for Reyes.”
Zeklos felt as stunned as Reyes looked. He’d only been trying to show Zayne how stupid he was sounding and then the girls come up with this. They had a point, but still, it had come out of left field. “For the record,” he said, wincing when his voice wobbled slightly. “There isn’t anything going on between the two of us, despite what I’ve seen written on random white boards around here.” He glared at Trish, knowing she was the one responsible for the supposed ‘love notes’ left where everyone could see them.
“Keep telling yourself that,” the little blonde said, patting Zeklos on the arm. “Maybe one day he’ll start to believe it.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that, so Zeklos let her wander away. Glancing back at Reyes, he said, “See where telling tales gets you?”
Shrugging, Zayne moved through the crowd of people and slung an arm around Zeklos’ shoulders. “Eh, who cares what they think? I’ve had worse things said about me than this.”
“Worse than the idea you were sleeping with your partner?” Not that Zeklos thought that was anything to be ashamed of, especially when your partner was as charming and gorgeous as Zayne.
“Muy mucho, baby.” Reyes gave Zek another squeeze. “So, you making me stir-fry tonight or do I have to show up with another pizza?”
Leaning into Reyes’ body, Zeklos laughed. “Depends, is this a date or am I just someone you’re mooching off?”
“If you’re going to cook for me,” Reyes grinned. “You can call it whatever you want. Just don’t go spreading rumors tomorrow morning.”
“Be sure to hide the hickeys where no one will see them,” Trish offered, winking as she walked by.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” Zayne said, watching the redhead stride off, “she makes a lot of sense.”
“It’s too bad that I’m never going to have to worry about you forgetting,” Zeklos said before he could stop himself. “Wait –”
“Nope,” Reyes teased, leaning in as close as he could get. “No backsies.”
For one fleeting moment, Zeklos wondered if the ‘no backsies’ rule applied to kisses given in a fit of pique. Who knew, maybe he’d one day find out.
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