Be Gentle.....I'm New to writing on here
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Cigarette
Pairing: Ryan/Pat
Form: Ficlet
Author’s Notes: I’ve been on this comm for a while but I’ve never posted anything and today I thought, “Hey You know what? I might try it!!” :) After a day of absolute no productivity , I decided to do this out of pure boredom.
Ryan sat quietly on the porch outside, relaxing back in his chair, a cool breeze whistling around him as he sat in the silence, gazing out across the lake out the back of his house. He observed the peeling white paint on the floorboards of the porch. “I’ll have to repaint them at some point.” He thought to himself.
He took a slow drag from his cigarette, relishing the silence all around, his two eldest children out at their friends, the youngest fast asleep in her room. He pulled his oil drenched cap from his head, placing it gently on the table beside him, running his rough hand through his hair, stretching slightly.
“You are such an old man, aren’t you?” A delicate, slightly mocking voice described from behind him. He smirked, leaning back in his seat, turning slightly to glance behind him.
“Thank you Pat.” He smiled back at the beautiful brunette stood at the edge of the porch. She smirked back, quietly making her way over to him, softly stroking his shoulders, pecking his jaw gently. Ryan smiled at her gentle touch, his hand reaching back to softly cup the back of her head, turning slightly to place a tender kiss to her lips. She pulled away carefully, pecking his cheek.
“Mind if I join you?” She spoke softly.
“Yes I do, go away.” He smirked playfully, laughing slightly when he got a swift playful smack to the side of the face.
“Don’t be a bastard Ryan.” Pat grinned, slowly perching herself down on his lap, leaning against him gently, smiling softly as his arm snaked around her waist and sat there. Ryan sighed contently to himself, cuddling her slightly. It was very rare that they got time together like this. Alone. Enjoying each others company in silence. It was usually filled with Ryan arguing with Mackenzie, or Sam stealing one of his cars. He took another slow drag of his cigarette, smiling slightly as Pat snuggled against him.
“It’s been a long time since we last did this.” She breathed softly, her voice as soft and mellow as the gentle breeze. Ryan grinned slightly to himself, nodding slowly.
“That was just what I was thinking.” He replied gently, hooking his chin on her shoulder, inhaling deeply, her sweet scent making him relax even more, her warmth like a comforting blanket. Pat smiled adoringly at her husband, gently taking the cigarette out of his hand, stubbing it out in the dusty ashtray on the table.
“You and your cigarettes.” She smirked, pulling his other arms to rest around her waist too. He grinned, kissing her neck softly, nuzzling her jaw tenderly.
“I have been smoking them since….forever.” He replied quietly. She chuckled, grinning.
“Oh I’ve been in love with a smoked salmon all of these years.”
Ryan laughed, rubbing his eyes briefly tiredly.
“Yeah… our relationship is kinda like a cigarette though.”
“How do you mean?” Pat asked, turning on his lap slightly, gazing into his eyes.
“Gives you a good nicotine kick at first, but after years of it, it fucks up your body.”
Pat curled into Ryan, gripping his shirt, laughing hysterically as she buried her head in his chest, making Ryan laugh along with her.
“Wow Ry, you’ve just explained our whole relationship in a simple disgusting metaphor.”
Ryan grinned, chuckling deeply.
“One thing’s for sure, you have fucked up my body.”
“Shut up you goon!” She grinned, kissing his lips softly. Ryan smirked slightly against her lips, cuddling her softly. Even after all of these years, they could still laugh and joke around with each other. Ryan smiled fondly at his wife, even though the years of being together were clear on her face, she still looked as beautiful as ever to him.
“Our marriage hasn’t died like a cigarette yet though.”
“True Pat..true…our marriage does have a butt though.” Ryan grinned, pointing to himself. Pat cackled slightly, her head resting back against Ryan’s shoulder as she laughed heartily.
“Yeah you’re a butthead.”
“You love it.”
“Yes I do, and have done for a while.”
Pairing: Ryan/Pat
Form: Ficlet
Author’s Notes: I’ve been on this comm for a while but I’ve never posted anything and today I thought, “Hey You know what? I might try it!!” :) After a day of absolute no productivity , I decided to do this out of pure boredom.
Ryan sat quietly on the porch outside, relaxing back in his chair, a cool breeze whistling around him as he sat in the silence, gazing out across the lake out the back of his house. He observed the peeling white paint on the floorboards of the porch. “I’ll have to repaint them at some point.” He thought to himself.
He took a slow drag from his cigarette, relishing the silence all around, his two eldest children out at their friends, the youngest fast asleep in her room. He pulled his oil drenched cap from his head, placing it gently on the table beside him, running his rough hand through his hair, stretching slightly.
“You are such an old man, aren’t you?” A delicate, slightly mocking voice described from behind him. He smirked, leaning back in his seat, turning slightly to glance behind him.
“Thank you Pat.” He smiled back at the beautiful brunette stood at the edge of the porch. She smirked back, quietly making her way over to him, softly stroking his shoulders, pecking his jaw gently. Ryan smiled at her gentle touch, his hand reaching back to softly cup the back of her head, turning slightly to place a tender kiss to her lips. She pulled away carefully, pecking his cheek.
“Mind if I join you?” She spoke softly.
“Yes I do, go away.” He smirked playfully, laughing slightly when he got a swift playful smack to the side of the face.
“Don’t be a bastard Ryan.” Pat grinned, slowly perching herself down on his lap, leaning against him gently, smiling softly as his arm snaked around her waist and sat there. Ryan sighed contently to himself, cuddling her slightly. It was very rare that they got time together like this. Alone. Enjoying each others company in silence. It was usually filled with Ryan arguing with Mackenzie, or Sam stealing one of his cars. He took another slow drag of his cigarette, smiling slightly as Pat snuggled against him.
“It’s been a long time since we last did this.” She breathed softly, her voice as soft and mellow as the gentle breeze. Ryan grinned slightly to himself, nodding slowly.
“That was just what I was thinking.” He replied gently, hooking his chin on her shoulder, inhaling deeply, her sweet scent making him relax even more, her warmth like a comforting blanket. Pat smiled adoringly at her husband, gently taking the cigarette out of his hand, stubbing it out in the dusty ashtray on the table.
“You and your cigarettes.” She smirked, pulling his other arms to rest around her waist too. He grinned, kissing her neck softly, nuzzling her jaw tenderly.
“I have been smoking them since….forever.” He replied quietly. She chuckled, grinning.
“Oh I’ve been in love with a smoked salmon all of these years.”
Ryan laughed, rubbing his eyes briefly tiredly.
“Yeah… our relationship is kinda like a cigarette though.”
“How do you mean?” Pat asked, turning on his lap slightly, gazing into his eyes.
“Gives you a good nicotine kick at first, but after years of it, it fucks up your body.”
Pat curled into Ryan, gripping his shirt, laughing hysterically as she buried her head in his chest, making Ryan laugh along with her.
“Wow Ry, you’ve just explained our whole relationship in a simple disgusting metaphor.”
Ryan grinned, chuckling deeply.
“One thing’s for sure, you have fucked up my body.”
“Shut up you goon!” She grinned, kissing his lips softly. Ryan smirked slightly against her lips, cuddling her softly. Even after all of these years, they could still laugh and joke around with each other. Ryan smiled fondly at his wife, even though the years of being together were clear on her face, she still looked as beautiful as ever to him.
“Our marriage hasn’t died like a cigarette yet though.”
“True Pat..true…our marriage does have a butt though.” Ryan grinned, pointing to himself. Pat cackled slightly, her head resting back against Ryan’s shoulder as she laughed heartily.
“Yeah you’re a butthead.”
“You love it.”
“Yes I do, and have done for a while.”
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Date: 2010-04-12 09:50 pm (UTC)I think I am jealous of the relationship you have described here...
Welcome to the writing bit, please write more?
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Date: 2010-04-12 09:54 pm (UTC)I am deeply happy about your comment :) Really, you have put me in a very good mood my friend haha.
Seriously thank you much :) But really, if you've been married for that long, I think anyone is envious of a relationship like it :P
Thank you so much for the comment :)
I'll try writing more soon :P
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 10:27 pm (UTC)I'm glad I gave you warm fuzzies.......and I hope that didn't sound TOO wrong :P
Thanks for the comment :)
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:54 pm (UTC)