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wl_fanfiction2008-11-10 08:43 pm
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One More Second...
Sorry for the inconvience of postin' another story so soon. >.< It's just...I had another Ry/Col fic and I couldn't wait to upload it! You know? Sorry again - but t'is only a short one. =^.^= But it seems to be more poem than story...a story with a rhythm. ^^ Thank you for readin'! =D *always very grateful*
Title: One More Second...
Author: seething_hope
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Summary: Please...one more second...for everything... Ryan's POV. More poem than story though, I guess. ^^;
Rating: I want to say SUITABLE FOR EVERYONE but if people want it higher then please, just let me know! Thanks! ^.^
Just one more second… just one more second…please…just one more…
For every time we hug during a sketch.
For every time you wrap your arms around me and touch my lips during Helping Hands.
For every time you let me kiss your fingers when you made me eat that pasta sauce…creation…which you were so desperate to forget.
For every time you make a beautifully awkward situation between us and bring our proximities closer together, even though you sometimes feel a little out of bounds.
For every time you do it anyway.
And for every time you let me do it too.
For every time you make me laugh.
For every time I make you laugh.
For every time you defend me when people joke about my appearance.
For every time I defend you against the jokes of others.
And for every time we joke to one another, but know that they’re simply the quirks we love most about each other.
For every time our eyes meet and a bridge of sparks forms between us.
For every time I don’t know what to say when I go up against you.
For every time I kiss you because of it.
And for every time you pout just before our lips touch, ready to receive.
For every time we sit up close to each other during Greatest hits, our arms, legs or shoulders touching.
For every time we get Wayne and Brad to sing a song sweet enough for me to put my arm around you.
For every time I think back to your Tapioca bit and I burst out laughing all over again.
And for every time I joke about our “secret” relationship, but you just play along anyway to keep me smiling.
For all of these times we’ve come across together and for all the times that are still yet to come, please let my lips rest upon your sweet ones for just one more second. The cheering of the audience is beginning to die down and my heart is breaking as realisation dawns that this great pleasure has to end. Your hands are still lingering on my sides as I slowly force myself to pull away, looking into your eyes with my hands cupping your reddening cheeks. Greg calls for us to get a room from the back seats, and immediately we turn away from each other, fitting into a laughter of our own at the “impossible” idea. We turn back to lock gazes once more, smiling. Smiling as we share the secret that our laughs are only half sincere. We walk back to our seats, and you seem to catch onto my slightly slouched form, like you always do. You place your left hand gently on the small of my back and already I’m warming up. I look over to you and you wink. You’re right.. I think, grinning. The show’s only just begun…and there’s always time for more moments.
Title: One More Second...
Author: seething_hope
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Summary: Please...one more second...for everything... Ryan's POV. More poem than story though, I guess. ^^;
Rating: I want to say SUITABLE FOR EVERYONE but if people want it higher then please, just let me know! Thanks! ^.^
Just one more second… just one more second…please…just one more…
For every time we hug during a sketch.
For every time you wrap your arms around me and touch my lips during Helping Hands.
For every time you let me kiss your fingers when you made me eat that pasta sauce…creation…which you were so desperate to forget.
For every time you make a beautifully awkward situation between us and bring our proximities closer together, even though you sometimes feel a little out of bounds.
For every time you do it anyway.
And for every time you let me do it too.
For every time you make me laugh.
For every time I make you laugh.
For every time you defend me when people joke about my appearance.
For every time I defend you against the jokes of others.
And for every time we joke to one another, but know that they’re simply the quirks we love most about each other.
For every time our eyes meet and a bridge of sparks forms between us.
For every time I don’t know what to say when I go up against you.
For every time I kiss you because of it.
And for every time you pout just before our lips touch, ready to receive.
For every time we sit up close to each other during Greatest hits, our arms, legs or shoulders touching.
For every time we get Wayne and Brad to sing a song sweet enough for me to put my arm around you.
For every time I think back to your Tapioca bit and I burst out laughing all over again.
And for every time I joke about our “secret” relationship, but you just play along anyway to keep me smiling.
For all of these times we’ve come across together and for all the times that are still yet to come, please let my lips rest upon your sweet ones for just one more second. The cheering of the audience is beginning to die down and my heart is breaking as realisation dawns that this great pleasure has to end. Your hands are still lingering on my sides as I slowly force myself to pull away, looking into your eyes with my hands cupping your reddening cheeks. Greg calls for us to get a room from the back seats, and immediately we turn away from each other, fitting into a laughter of our own at the “impossible” idea. We turn back to lock gazes once more, smiling. Smiling as we share the secret that our laughs are only half sincere. We walk back to our seats, and you seem to catch onto my slightly slouched form, like you always do. You place your left hand gently on the small of my back and already I’m warming up. I look over to you and you wink. You’re right.. I think, grinning. The show’s only just begun…and there’s always time for more moments.
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Very sweet - keep it up xx
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Thank you!! ^^ <3
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so cute
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Friendship deep OR love a secret > I was jealous, I CAN'T get a relationship in my life, such as what these two men have