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Fic: Things I Won't Forget 1/? KU/DW PG13
Too much time on a bus, too little eye candy to keep my mind off slash.
Title: Things I Won't Forget
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: PG13
Archive: My LJ, Aniron, Mirrormere. Others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at pac_con. (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys)
Some things I won't forget have happened to me recently.
I first saw him about three weeks ago. On Monday, he got onto the bus at the stop after mine. I immediately thought how attractive he was; the freckles and red blond hair ought to have diminished his appeal but they somehow added to it. He has a nonchalance about him; even though that’s a term that’s used often, it doesn’t sit well on a lot of people. It defines him.
I watched him for two days, twenty precious minutes each time. He was always neatly dressed in a suit, pressed shirt and a tie. Not expensive, but I could see he took pride in his appearance.
On Wednesday, he caught me staring. I blushed and looked down, feeling guilty for stealing these glances. When I looked back, he was facing the other way.
On Thursday, he nodded and I returned it. The acknowledgement gave me a full day of happiness -- my colleagues even commented.
Friday the same. Two days of joy, feeling like a teenager mooning over a covergirl. I can’t remember the last time that happened.
Monday, he got on the bus; his skin was slightly pinked as if he'd spent the weekend outdoors. He looked relaxed and nothing short of glowing. The world tilted for me, I’d do anything to bask in that radience.
That day, the first thing that I'll never forget happened; he smiled at me. It lit up the entire bus. The corners of his mouth creased and his grey eyes all but disappeared. The edges of my vision darkened and I'm sure I almost fainted, I hope the smile I returned wasn't too pained. I had butterflies in my belly the next morning.
Several days passed and we continued to nod our daily greetings.
The next Friday, I was running late and almost missed the bus. I was last on at my stop. That is when fate smiled on me, he was first on at his stop and stood next to me.
It was then that the second thing I'll never forget happened: he held out his hand "Hi, I'm Dave." I took it and shook it gently. "Hi. Karl," I said hesitantly. I don't think I blushed this time but I couldn't stop the clenching in my gut or the roaring in my ears.
Over the last few days we've come to know a bit more about each other. He lives just around the corner from me, and works close by -- he leaves the bus at the next stop. We are both office workers and single. We follow football but not the same teams and we're members of the same gym. I'm disappointed I've never seen him there, but I can't say that out loud.
Then this morning, the most wonderful thing that I won't forget happened. Dave made his way toward me on the unusually crowded bus. Just as we began our conversation, a car apparently pulled out in front and the bus driver had to stop suddenly. Dave lost his balance and fell into my arms. I reached for him, instinctively grasping his upper arm, I was pleasantly surprised to feel the firm muscles under his shirt.
These things, however wonderful in themselves, are not what I'll remember. As the bus lurched, Dave's body rested against mine. The next five seconds have burned themselves into my memory, the bulge in his trousers grew while we touched until a definite hardness pressed into my thigh. When we had righted ourselves, it was his turn to blush and look to the floor. Feeling sorry for him, I did the first thing I thought of: I leant against his hip, letting my own erection rub it gently. The wide-eyed expression on his face was so comical that I chuckled. I was rewarded with another heartbreaking smile.
Dave asked me, “So should we exchange phone numbers?” I knew it didn’t matter what we did as long as I could see more of him, and soon.
Now I’m finished with my shower and I’m wearing my best black shirt and jeans. Just ten more minutes to wait before I head to the pub. Am I always this nervous on a first date?
End
October ‘04
Title: Things I Won't Forget
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: PG13
Archive: My LJ, Aniron, Mirrormere. Others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at pac_con. (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys)
Some things I won't forget have happened to me recently.
I first saw him about three weeks ago. On Monday, he got onto the bus at the stop after mine. I immediately thought how attractive he was; the freckles and red blond hair ought to have diminished his appeal but they somehow added to it. He has a nonchalance about him; even though that’s a term that’s used often, it doesn’t sit well on a lot of people. It defines him.
I watched him for two days, twenty precious minutes each time. He was always neatly dressed in a suit, pressed shirt and a tie. Not expensive, but I could see he took pride in his appearance.
On Wednesday, he caught me staring. I blushed and looked down, feeling guilty for stealing these glances. When I looked back, he was facing the other way.
On Thursday, he nodded and I returned it. The acknowledgement gave me a full day of happiness -- my colleagues even commented.
Friday the same. Two days of joy, feeling like a teenager mooning over a covergirl. I can’t remember the last time that happened.
Monday, he got on the bus; his skin was slightly pinked as if he'd spent the weekend outdoors. He looked relaxed and nothing short of glowing. The world tilted for me, I’d do anything to bask in that radience.
That day, the first thing that I'll never forget happened; he smiled at me. It lit up the entire bus. The corners of his mouth creased and his grey eyes all but disappeared. The edges of my vision darkened and I'm sure I almost fainted, I hope the smile I returned wasn't too pained. I had butterflies in my belly the next morning.
Several days passed and we continued to nod our daily greetings.
The next Friday, I was running late and almost missed the bus. I was last on at my stop. That is when fate smiled on me, he was first on at his stop and stood next to me.
It was then that the second thing I'll never forget happened: he held out his hand "Hi, I'm Dave." I took it and shook it gently. "Hi. Karl," I said hesitantly. I don't think I blushed this time but I couldn't stop the clenching in my gut or the roaring in my ears.
Over the last few days we've come to know a bit more about each other. He lives just around the corner from me, and works close by -- he leaves the bus at the next stop. We are both office workers and single. We follow football but not the same teams and we're members of the same gym. I'm disappointed I've never seen him there, but I can't say that out loud.
Then this morning, the most wonderful thing that I won't forget happened. Dave made his way toward me on the unusually crowded bus. Just as we began our conversation, a car apparently pulled out in front and the bus driver had to stop suddenly. Dave lost his balance and fell into my arms. I reached for him, instinctively grasping his upper arm, I was pleasantly surprised to feel the firm muscles under his shirt.
These things, however wonderful in themselves, are not what I'll remember. As the bus lurched, Dave's body rested against mine. The next five seconds have burned themselves into my memory, the bulge in his trousers grew while we touched until a definite hardness pressed into my thigh. When we had righted ourselves, it was his turn to blush and look to the floor. Feeling sorry for him, I did the first thing I thought of: I leant against his hip, letting my own erection rub it gently. The wide-eyed expression on his face was so comical that I chuckled. I was rewarded with another heartbreaking smile.
Dave asked me, “So should we exchange phone numbers?” I knew it didn’t matter what we did as long as I could see more of him, and soon.
Now I’m finished with my shower and I’m wearing my best black shirt and jeans. Just ten more minutes to wait before I head to the pub. Am I always this nervous on a first date?
End
October ‘04
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I'm a Karl Urban worshipper from way back, since his first Xena appearance. David Wenham is QUICKLY growing on me, esp. since I just watched Return of the King again and watched him closely throughout. YUM.
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Thanks to all of you for liking it and saying so.
Jo