Advent Day 16 (White Pine Original Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Advent Day 16
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 564
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: I failed yesterday. Had a really busy day at work and didn’t get a word written. So, you get a two-fer today. I hope.
Day 16
“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Travis shouted, running into the living room.
“What is,” Ethan asked from the couch. “That you’re actually dressed in real clothes for a change?”
Travis looked down at himself and realized that he indeed was not dressed in his usual ratty t-shirt and ancient sweats. “Hmm, so you have a point about that, but no, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what is it?” Ethan sat his coffee mug onto the table and waited.
Taking the hint, Travis waved a handful of papers in his general direction. “I finished it! I finally freaking finished that gods-be-cursed novel!”
“Hey,” Ethan shouted, standing and embracing his lover. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Murph, but this is indeed a freaking miracle.”
As much as he wanted to deny it, Ethan was right. He’d struggled more than usual with this bit of fiction and he couldn’t pinpoint why. But, it was finally, blessedly, done and he could forget about it for now. “Yeah, well, I was beginning to think it’d never end, but it did. Do we still have that bottle of wine you bought for dinner the other night?”
“We drank one,” he said, thinking. “But yes, I think the other is still in the kitchen. Shall we celebrate?”
“Yes, let’s,” he laughed, giving Ethan a perfect curtsy.
“I’m beginning to think that you don’t need any wine, if you’re already this goofy,” he stated, leaving the room for the celebratory wine and a couple of glasses. He returned a few minutes later carrying real wine glasses, along with the bottle.
“Seems odd not to be drinking out of a coffee mug,” he said, lifting the wine glass to stare at the burgundy colored liquid inside.
“Don’t I know it,” Ethan agreed. “But I thought this a worthy occasion. To finished novels,” he said, lifting his glass out to Travis.
“And to the bulldogs that tie you to your computer chair until you get them that way,” he teased, giving his lover a sly look.
“I am only a bulldog when you’re being a slacker,” he reminded him.
“Which is always,” Travis said, grinning. “I know it, I accept it, and I own it.”
“That you do,” he said, tilting his glass forward until the crystal sounded off the other. “Which is why I’m going to ask now, rather than later: do you have a contract for the next book yet?”
“Yes, I do,” he preened. “My agent sent it over this morning, not long after I told him I’d have this one done today.”
“Wonderful,” Ethan said, kissing his wine-stained lips. “So, when’s the deadline?”
“Six months.” Travis took a long draw from his glass.
“Then, why are you standing here with me? Get back to your keyboard.” He made a shooing motion with his hands.
“Wait, what? Are you trying to get rid of me already? I haven’t even finished my wine!”
Ethan laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’d never try and get rid of you, honey. I’m just making a bit of social commentary on you work habits.”
“You are so lucky I have a glass of wine in my hand right now,” Travis threatened.
“I’ll drink to that,” he joked. “Hold out your glass and I’ll give you a refill.”
Travis extended the glass in Ethan’s direction thinking he could always start back to work tomorrow.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 564
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: I failed yesterday. Had a really busy day at work and didn’t get a word written. So, you get a two-fer today. I hope.
Day 16
“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Travis shouted, running into the living room.
“What is,” Ethan asked from the couch. “That you’re actually dressed in real clothes for a change?”
Travis looked down at himself and realized that he indeed was not dressed in his usual ratty t-shirt and ancient sweats. “Hmm, so you have a point about that, but no, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what is it?” Ethan sat his coffee mug onto the table and waited.
Taking the hint, Travis waved a handful of papers in his general direction. “I finished it! I finally freaking finished that gods-be-cursed novel!”
“Hey,” Ethan shouted, standing and embracing his lover. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Murph, but this is indeed a freaking miracle.”
As much as he wanted to deny it, Ethan was right. He’d struggled more than usual with this bit of fiction and he couldn’t pinpoint why. But, it was finally, blessedly, done and he could forget about it for now. “Yeah, well, I was beginning to think it’d never end, but it did. Do we still have that bottle of wine you bought for dinner the other night?”
“We drank one,” he said, thinking. “But yes, I think the other is still in the kitchen. Shall we celebrate?”
“Yes, let’s,” he laughed, giving Ethan a perfect curtsy.
“I’m beginning to think that you don’t need any wine, if you’re already this goofy,” he stated, leaving the room for the celebratory wine and a couple of glasses. He returned a few minutes later carrying real wine glasses, along with the bottle.
“Seems odd not to be drinking out of a coffee mug,” he said, lifting the wine glass to stare at the burgundy colored liquid inside.
“Don’t I know it,” Ethan agreed. “But I thought this a worthy occasion. To finished novels,” he said, lifting his glass out to Travis.
“And to the bulldogs that tie you to your computer chair until you get them that way,” he teased, giving his lover a sly look.
“I am only a bulldog when you’re being a slacker,” he reminded him.
“Which is always,” Travis said, grinning. “I know it, I accept it, and I own it.”
“That you do,” he said, tilting his glass forward until the crystal sounded off the other. “Which is why I’m going to ask now, rather than later: do you have a contract for the next book yet?”
“Yes, I do,” he preened. “My agent sent it over this morning, not long after I told him I’d have this one done today.”
“Wonderful,” Ethan said, kissing his wine-stained lips. “So, when’s the deadline?”
“Six months.” Travis took a long draw from his glass.
“Then, why are you standing here with me? Get back to your keyboard.” He made a shooing motion with his hands.
“Wait, what? Are you trying to get rid of me already? I haven’t even finished my wine!”
Ethan laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’d never try and get rid of you, honey. I’m just making a bit of social commentary on you work habits.”
“You are so lucky I have a glass of wine in my hand right now,” Travis threatened.
“I’ll drink to that,” he joked. “Hold out your glass and I’ll give you a refill.”
Travis extended the glass in Ethan’s direction thinking he could always start back to work tomorrow.
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Date: 2014-12-19 11:03 pm (UTC)Deadlines! Don't I know it!
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Date: 2014-12-19 11:24 pm (UTC)Tell me about it. With two short weeks ahead, my schedule is FUBARed completely.