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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2022-05-29 04:48 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2022-05-29 04:48 pm
Missing You (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Missing You
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Zayne Reyes/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 661
Summary: Andrej’s out of town for a few days and Zayne’s lonely.
Author’s Notes: Written for the drabble/icon challenge at 1_million_words. The prompts I used for day 10 were: strong coffee, good whiskey (debatable), and taste of honey.
He took the mug off the coffee machine and set it on the countertop. Zek had been gone for four days already, meaning there was still another four before he’d return. Zayne wasn’t convinced that he’d survive another four days. Hell, he’d barely made it through the last four.
The mornings were rough, even with the routine Zeklos had gotten him into, he still struggled to get up and out the door on time. It was just how he was. Things were better during the days, working, although it was lonely without his partner. But he stayed busy and that helped. It was the nights that were the hardest.
Rosewood had come by last night with dinner. Zayne had appreciated both he food and the company, but it wasn’t the same. He missed Zeklos. Sleeping alone hadn’t ever been his thing, but more so now that he’d been sharing a home – and a bed – with his partner for the last year.
Tonight, he suspected, would be the worst. Friday nights were stay at home nights for them. Take out, a movie, more often than not, sex on the couch before the flick was half over. He was tempted to call the narco, but he resisted. James wasn’t what he needed tonight. No, what he needed was half the country away on some fool’s errand that he didn’t even understand.
Sighing, Zayne opened the cupboard over the stove and extracted a bottle. Not the bottle of death water that Zeklos loved, not that. But the one he’d stashed beside it. While whiskey wasn’t his usual go-to, tequila and coffee wasn’t exactly his thing either. So, he settled. A bit of Honey Jack would go nicely with the dark roast Zeklos preferred. A thought occurred to him as he poured a measure of the alcohol into his coffee. Returning the bottle to its place, he pulled open the refrigerator and grinned.
“Aw, yeah, I knew you loved me,” he said, grabbing the can of whipped cream – no, wait, whipped oat milk – and sprayed a generous dollop into his mug. “That’s the stuff right there.”
He took his laced coffee and sat in Zek’s favorite spot on the couch. The scent of his partner was embedded in the fabric. It wasn’t the same as having Zeklos here, but it would have to do for tonight. There was the smell of his skin all around him and the coffee – the honey and the sweet cream – were a close second to the taste of his kisses. If he closed his eyes and sipped slowly, he could almost pretend like he wasn’t alone.
Four more days, he thought. He could do this. He might be a drunken mess when Zek got home, but he’d survive. Somehow.
“Reyes,” he heard James say.
“What,” he asked, opening his eyes to see the redhead looming over him.
“I was bored,” James said. “No, actually, I was lonely. Thought maybe you’d like some company.”
“Not yours,” Zayne teased, “but you’ll do.”
James laughed. “Thanks. I brought dinner again, think you can make me one of whatever you’re drinking?”
“I think I can manage that,” Zayne said. He set his mug on a coaster and stood up. Pressing his lips to James’ cheek, he took the bag of food and went into the kitchen. James followed. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For caring enough to come here rather than go bother your partner,” Zayne said. “Whenever Hil was gone or out with Rollins, I know I always came here.”
“See,” James teased, getting two plates out of the cupboard, “you were in love with him even then.”
“Shut up,” Zayne said, giving James a playful push. He wasn’t wrong, though. Zayne had been in love with Zeklos back then, he just hadn’t known it. He set a mug in front of James. “You’re an ass, but I’m glad you’re here.”
“Right back atcha, cowboy.” James raised his mug to Zayne and drank.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Zayne Reyes/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 661
Summary: Andrej’s out of town for a few days and Zayne’s lonely.
Author’s Notes: Written for the drabble/icon challenge at 1_million_words. The prompts I used for day 10 were: strong coffee, good whiskey (debatable), and taste of honey.
He took the mug off the coffee machine and set it on the countertop. Zek had been gone for four days already, meaning there was still another four before he’d return. Zayne wasn’t convinced that he’d survive another four days. Hell, he’d barely made it through the last four.
The mornings were rough, even with the routine Zeklos had gotten him into, he still struggled to get up and out the door on time. It was just how he was. Things were better during the days, working, although it was lonely without his partner. But he stayed busy and that helped. It was the nights that were the hardest.
Rosewood had come by last night with dinner. Zayne had appreciated both he food and the company, but it wasn’t the same. He missed Zeklos. Sleeping alone hadn’t ever been his thing, but more so now that he’d been sharing a home – and a bed – with his partner for the last year.
Tonight, he suspected, would be the worst. Friday nights were stay at home nights for them. Take out, a movie, more often than not, sex on the couch before the flick was half over. He was tempted to call the narco, but he resisted. James wasn’t what he needed tonight. No, what he needed was half the country away on some fool’s errand that he didn’t even understand.
Sighing, Zayne opened the cupboard over the stove and extracted a bottle. Not the bottle of death water that Zeklos loved, not that. But the one he’d stashed beside it. While whiskey wasn’t his usual go-to, tequila and coffee wasn’t exactly his thing either. So, he settled. A bit of Honey Jack would go nicely with the dark roast Zeklos preferred. A thought occurred to him as he poured a measure of the alcohol into his coffee. Returning the bottle to its place, he pulled open the refrigerator and grinned.
“Aw, yeah, I knew you loved me,” he said, grabbing the can of whipped cream – no, wait, whipped oat milk – and sprayed a generous dollop into his mug. “That’s the stuff right there.”
He took his laced coffee and sat in Zek’s favorite spot on the couch. The scent of his partner was embedded in the fabric. It wasn’t the same as having Zeklos here, but it would have to do for tonight. There was the smell of his skin all around him and the coffee – the honey and the sweet cream – were a close second to the taste of his kisses. If he closed his eyes and sipped slowly, he could almost pretend like he wasn’t alone.
Four more days, he thought. He could do this. He might be a drunken mess when Zek got home, but he’d survive. Somehow.
“Reyes,” he heard James say.
“What,” he asked, opening his eyes to see the redhead looming over him.
“I was bored,” James said. “No, actually, I was lonely. Thought maybe you’d like some company.”
“Not yours,” Zayne teased, “but you’ll do.”
James laughed. “Thanks. I brought dinner again, think you can make me one of whatever you’re drinking?”
“I think I can manage that,” Zayne said. He set his mug on a coaster and stood up. Pressing his lips to James’ cheek, he took the bag of food and went into the kitchen. James followed. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For caring enough to come here rather than go bother your partner,” Zayne said. “Whenever Hil was gone or out with Rollins, I know I always came here.”
“See,” James teased, getting two plates out of the cupboard, “you were in love with him even then.”
“Shut up,” Zayne said, giving James a playful push. He wasn’t wrong, though. Zayne had been in love with Zeklos back then, he just hadn’t known it. He set a mug in front of James. “You’re an ass, but I’m glad you’re here.”
“Right back atcha, cowboy.” James raised his mug to Zayne and drank.
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Andy is definitely getting pounced once he gets back. ;)
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See, every now and then they can find common ground. :D
Oh, I am sure.