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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Tempted
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 870
Summary: Andrej hates how much he’s drawn to Zayne because he knows Zayne will never look at him in the same way. Pre-relationship angst ahoy.
Author’s Notes: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was, “His beauty has always maddened me. I think I idealize him in my mind when I’m not with him; but then when I see him again I’m overcome.” I think I’ve managed to express that.
A shadow passed across his desk, causing Andrej to look up from the case file in front of him. Seeing what was causing the disruption, he immediately wished he’d ignored it. Or rather, him. Zayne.
Most people would think they were the lucky ones partnered up with someone like Detective Zayne Reyes. He was the total package – tall, dark, handsome as hell and as charming as they came. He was smart, too, although he worked hard to pretend he wasn’t. But for Andrej, all that added up to lonely nights and heartache to spare.
It was hell being in love with a man you’re never going to have. Not because Andrej wasn’t good enough or attractive enough, either. He’d seen some of the people Zayne had gone out with and the bar, well, it was on the floor. Unfortunately, the problem was more difficult to overcome – Zayne was het for life.
The Texan was so beautiful that it hurt, clawed at Andrej’s insides leaving him feeling raw and exposed. If it were only that, Andrej thought that maybe he’d be okay someday. Damn Reyes for being such a nice guy, funny, and kind, and loyal to a fault. Those were the things that fucked Andrej – and his foolish heart – over so badly. If his partner had been an arrogant jerk, it’d be a lot easier to walk away.
“Zek,” that slow, southern drawl said, “you busy?”
He took a deep breath before glancing upward, straight into Zayne’s piercing green eyes. The expression on Zayne’s face made Andrej catch his breath, overwhelmed all over again by how striking his partner was, how seductive his mere presence was.
“I am working on the case we were given this morning,” he answered, watching Zayne’s handsome face warp into a grimace before smoothing out into its usual cocky grin. “Why?”
“No reason,” he said, his eyes wandering as an attractive brunette strolled past.
Andrej’s eyes followed Zayne’s gaze, trying to assess what it was about her that infatuated Zayne as much as it did. He was at a loss, he knew what he thought a beautiful woman was, but he was mystified by Zayne’s attraction to them all. To everyone but himself, anyway.
He checked his watch and frowned. “If there is somewhere you need to be,” Andrej began, hating that he was enabling his partner yet again. “You may go.”
Zayne made a face. “I don’t want to stick you with all the work.” The ‘again’ was left unsaid, although Andrej felt it’s implication heavily.
Closing the file, he set his pen on top. “It is nearly five, you are free to go.”
With a glance over his shoulder, Zayne turned back to Andrej. “Are you sure?”
No, absolutely not, Andrej thought. He wanted Zayne to stay here, with him, all night. They’d work, maybe share a meal, and – no. No, because that wouldn’t ever happen and it depressed him to think about it. “Yes, sunt pozitiv,” he said. Shaking his head, he repeated himself in English. “I am positive. Go and enjoy your date.”
“Have I told you lately that you’re the best,” Zayne asked, ruffling Andrej’s hair before leaning in to kiss the mop of now-messy curls. “Thanks.”
He forced a smile to his face and waved Zayne off. Like a magnet to metal, his eyes were drawn to Zayne’s tight jeans as he strode away. It was a tossup what was more arousing – the way the jeans fit his firm, tight ass, or the way the denim hugged his thick, strong thighs.
“Nu te mai tortura,” he muttered to himself, tearing his greedy, needy eyes off his partner’s retreating form.
“I swear to god,” Hilary said, pulling her chair over beside him and dropping heavily into it, “his ass is made of marble.”
“And so is his head,” Trish added, plopping onto the edge of Andrej’s desk.
He laughed despite all his swirling emotions.
“Come on,” Hilary said, leaning into his side until he smiled at her. “Let’s go get some dinner and forget about that jerk.”
“Amen,” Trish said, rising to her feet. “Fuck Reyes. And honestly, fuck dinner, too. I say we head straight to the bar.”
Hilary straightened and shook her head at Trish. “Food first. You know how you get when you drink on an empty stomach.”
“Bitch,” Trish laughed.
“She knows I’m right,” Hilary stage whispered to Andrej.
“How about – what do you call it? A happy medium?” He glanced at each woman, waiting for a nod. When he got one, he continued. “We can go to The High Five. They serve food and alcohol.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Trish said. “Pack up, Zeklos, we’re burning daylight.”
Hilary stood up and grabbed her partner by the arm. “We’ll meet you there.”
Chuckling, Andrej tucked the case file into his messenger bag and logged out of his computer. With one last, longing look in the direction of his partner’s empty desk, he sighed and followed the girls out of the bullpen. He wasn’t sure if he was prepared to go drinking with those two lunatics or not, but it was better than the night he’d planned. God help him tomorrow, but tonight was going to be interesting.
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End note: There's a song that I've been listening to a lot lately and it inspired this fic to a point. It's an older song, from the 90's, called Tempted by Marty Stuart. Enjoy.
Continues here (LJ, DW)
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 870
Summary: Andrej hates how much he’s drawn to Zayne because he knows Zayne will never look at him in the same way. Pre-relationship angst ahoy.
Author’s Notes: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was, “His beauty has always maddened me. I think I idealize him in my mind when I’m not with him; but then when I see him again I’m overcome.” I think I’ve managed to express that.
A shadow passed across his desk, causing Andrej to look up from the case file in front of him. Seeing what was causing the disruption, he immediately wished he’d ignored it. Or rather, him. Zayne.
Most people would think they were the lucky ones partnered up with someone like Detective Zayne Reyes. He was the total package – tall, dark, handsome as hell and as charming as they came. He was smart, too, although he worked hard to pretend he wasn’t. But for Andrej, all that added up to lonely nights and heartache to spare.
It was hell being in love with a man you’re never going to have. Not because Andrej wasn’t good enough or attractive enough, either. He’d seen some of the people Zayne had gone out with and the bar, well, it was on the floor. Unfortunately, the problem was more difficult to overcome – Zayne was het for life.
The Texan was so beautiful that it hurt, clawed at Andrej’s insides leaving him feeling raw and exposed. If it were only that, Andrej thought that maybe he’d be okay someday. Damn Reyes for being such a nice guy, funny, and kind, and loyal to a fault. Those were the things that fucked Andrej – and his foolish heart – over so badly. If his partner had been an arrogant jerk, it’d be a lot easier to walk away.
“Zek,” that slow, southern drawl said, “you busy?”
He took a deep breath before glancing upward, straight into Zayne’s piercing green eyes. The expression on Zayne’s face made Andrej catch his breath, overwhelmed all over again by how striking his partner was, how seductive his mere presence was.
“I am working on the case we were given this morning,” he answered, watching Zayne’s handsome face warp into a grimace before smoothing out into its usual cocky grin. “Why?”
“No reason,” he said, his eyes wandering as an attractive brunette strolled past.
Andrej’s eyes followed Zayne’s gaze, trying to assess what it was about her that infatuated Zayne as much as it did. He was at a loss, he knew what he thought a beautiful woman was, but he was mystified by Zayne’s attraction to them all. To everyone but himself, anyway.
He checked his watch and frowned. “If there is somewhere you need to be,” Andrej began, hating that he was enabling his partner yet again. “You may go.”
Zayne made a face. “I don’t want to stick you with all the work.” The ‘again’ was left unsaid, although Andrej felt it’s implication heavily.
Closing the file, he set his pen on top. “It is nearly five, you are free to go.”
With a glance over his shoulder, Zayne turned back to Andrej. “Are you sure?”
No, absolutely not, Andrej thought. He wanted Zayne to stay here, with him, all night. They’d work, maybe share a meal, and – no. No, because that wouldn’t ever happen and it depressed him to think about it. “Yes, sunt pozitiv,” he said. Shaking his head, he repeated himself in English. “I am positive. Go and enjoy your date.”
“Have I told you lately that you’re the best,” Zayne asked, ruffling Andrej’s hair before leaning in to kiss the mop of now-messy curls. “Thanks.”
He forced a smile to his face and waved Zayne off. Like a magnet to metal, his eyes were drawn to Zayne’s tight jeans as he strode away. It was a tossup what was more arousing – the way the jeans fit his firm, tight ass, or the way the denim hugged his thick, strong thighs.
“Nu te mai tortura,” he muttered to himself, tearing his greedy, needy eyes off his partner’s retreating form.
“I swear to god,” Hilary said, pulling her chair over beside him and dropping heavily into it, “his ass is made of marble.”
“And so is his head,” Trish added, plopping onto the edge of Andrej’s desk.
He laughed despite all his swirling emotions.
“Come on,” Hilary said, leaning into his side until he smiled at her. “Let’s go get some dinner and forget about that jerk.”
“Amen,” Trish said, rising to her feet. “Fuck Reyes. And honestly, fuck dinner, too. I say we head straight to the bar.”
Hilary straightened and shook her head at Trish. “Food first. You know how you get when you drink on an empty stomach.”
“Bitch,” Trish laughed.
“She knows I’m right,” Hilary stage whispered to Andrej.
“How about – what do you call it? A happy medium?” He glanced at each woman, waiting for a nod. When he got one, he continued. “We can go to The High Five. They serve food and alcohol.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Trish said. “Pack up, Zeklos, we’re burning daylight.”
Hilary stood up and grabbed her partner by the arm. “We’ll meet you there.”
Chuckling, Andrej tucked the case file into his messenger bag and logged out of his computer. With one last, longing look in the direction of his partner’s empty desk, he sighed and followed the girls out of the bullpen. He wasn’t sure if he was prepared to go drinking with those two lunatics or not, but it was better than the night he’d planned. God help him tomorrow, but tonight was going to be interesting.
--
End note: There's a song that I've been listening to a lot lately and it inspired this fic to a point. It's an older song, from the 90's, called Tempted by Marty Stuart. Enjoy.
Continues here (LJ, DW)
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Date: 2021-09-12 12:40 am (UTC)(You got a typo.)
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Date: 2021-09-12 12:54 am (UTC)Now that I'm thinking about it, I might be able to work my other prompt into this as well. Hmm... (and yes, I'm still putting off making dinner.)
(I think I found it.)
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Date: 2021-09-12 02:54 am (UTC)Cool.
You got it.
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Date: 2021-09-12 01:38 pm (UTC)Love the angst!
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Date: 2021-09-12 09:09 pm (UTC)