Nimi: Morning Talk
Kirjoittaja: RoastedGarlic
Ikäraja: K11 (saattaisi olla myös K11 mutta en ota riskejä)
Paritus: You/Me
Tyylilaji: fluff, one-shot
Yhteenveto: “I’ll tell you. But you’ve heard this a thousand times.”
“I don’t care. Mmmhmm. You’re soft. And nice. I like you.”A/N: Kaveri käski kirjoittaa jotain uutta. Hän ei osaa suomea, joten kirjoitin sitten englanniksi.
Otsikointi huijannee hivenen. Tämä teksti on kyllä pintatasolta sukupuolineutraali, sillä mitään täsmentävää ei mainita. Yritin kirjoittaa niin, että halutessaan kuka vain voisi samastua. Loppupeleissä kuitenkin hahmoihin eksyi elementtejä, joiden perusteella heitä voisi ainakin stereotyyppisesti luokitella. Kaipaisinkin kommenteilta etenkin näkökulmia tähän sukupuoliasiaan: miten tulkitsette ja millä perusteilla? Onko samastuminen helpompaa vai vaikeampaa kuin cis-het-teksteihin? Hahmonluontia opetellessa on hyvä tietää, mitä itseltä jää tiedostamatta, joten olen kauhean kiitollinen kaikista kommenteista - joskin toki muunkinlaisista kuin vain sukupuoliaiheisista.
Morning TalkI wake up to you returning from the toilet. I feel you crawling back into the bed, conforming your figure to my back. My other leg catches a bit of cold air and for a moment, your skin feels ridiculously cold, too, but then again, mine is still bed-warm, sleepy-warm.
“Come here.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not, come closer,” I murmur and send my hand to look for yours. I find it and grab it and pull it into an asymmetrical hug so that your whole body moves halfway onto mine.
You kiss my shoulder. I sense you’re on your way back asleep.
“Hey, jackass,” I pinch your wrist, “how dare you wake me up and then do that?”
You don’t answer so I roll over. You end up on your back, I end up on top of you, and just as I planned, you end up opening your eyes for a moment that is exactly long enough for me to be assured that talking to you won’t go to waste anymore.
“Darling,” I say, hiding my face in your neck, sniffing its smell that slightly resembles a curious tea called lapsang souchong, “tell me about it.”
“Tell you about what?” You move your hand up my back and let it find a home in my hair.
“You know,” I mumble.
“I can’t think of anything new to say.”
“Then tell the old stuff. Tell me again. I like hearing it. You smell good.”
“Your nose tickles me.”
“Tell me now. I’m gonna do this until –“
“Ouch!”
“So tell me –“
“That really hurts!”
“- about when you had a crush on me.”
“Okay, just stop that already, will you? I’ll tell you. But you’ve heard this a thousand times.”
“I don’t care. Mmmhmm. You’re soft. And nice. I like you.”
“So there was this time I realized I might see you as something more than just a friend. I don’t know how it happened, it wasn’t sudden, but at some point, you know, I just found… that I think about you. A lot. Like, a lot more than you usually think about a friend.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Just, how funny you are. And how much I was waiting to see you again.”
“Did you want to see me just to hear me talk funny?”
“Well, that, and also, I wanted to see you because I liked to look at you.”
“What part of me were you looking at?”
“You know that is impossible to answer! Like, everything of you.”
“Say something specific. I want to hear something.”
“Well, I guess… you have very beautiful wrists.”
“These?” I lift my upper body so that I can raise my left wrist in your field of view.
“Those,” you kiss my wrist and then wrap your arms back around me.
“Tell me more.”
“Well I thought you were so cute when you were smiling. And when you were serious, too. No, especially when you were serious. From time to time I’d try and confuse you just to see how cute you were.”
“You did not!”
“I most certainly did. I wasn’t going to admit that, though.”
“That is the cutest thing ever. Slightly immoral, too. Please don’t do it again.”
“Won’t.”
“I’m gonna punish you now. For that.”
It’s not a real bite, cannot hurt, but you pretend to howl in pain anyway.
“So did it take a lot of courage to… ask me out? Considering that you had, um, a crush on me? God it sounds so weird to say that aloud. Someone having a crush on me. Did you have one? Did you really?”
“I did, and do, and you know it, and I don’t like you questioning it.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you. You’re cute. And yes, it did take a lot of courage.”
“To ask me out?”
“To ask you out.”
“But you knew I liked you, didn’t you?”
“Well I couldn’t be sure. I knew you wanted to hang around with me, a lot, and I knew you had fun, but you had been running away every time I tried to bring it up…”
“Bring what up?”
“That I had a crush on you. Of course.”
“I like hearing you say that. Now please go on. And sorry.”
“So I told you I had feelings for you –“
“I remember that. I was panicking so badly. It was horrible.”
“Well you know what happened.”
“It was so horrible. I’m sorry.” I slide my fingers in between yours.
“I’m not mad. You’re here now.”
“I like to be here. I like you.”
“I like you too.”
“Darling?”
“Mhm?”
“You can go back to sleep now.”
“I can’t sleep anymore.”
“Well, then,” I free my hand from yours and move it down your waist, “we’d better go back to sleep now.”
“Oh, okay, let’s.”
