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delgaI've spent most of the past week writing a Dimitri/Tariq fanfiction that, tonight, I finally finished. It still needs to be typed up and edited, and then it needs one fuck of a beta, but it's done, and I hope to post it. Here is an excerpt, posted with the hope that I will now have to follow through and post the rest.
The first time Tariq took Dimitri home — well, no. Not the first time. The first time there hadn’t been time to peruse the surroundings. He remembers a hallway, a cabinet, walls he’d stumbled into or been pushed up against, Tariq clumsy and insistent and happy, so happy, like no-one Dimitri had known in years, his whole life perhaps. Between negotiating Tariq’s fumbling and shirt and jeans, and pushing him onto his bed, there hadn’t been time to peer through carefully closed doors, or at photos that lined the walls and mantle. Even the next morning, when Dimitri had found Tariq in the kitchen, clad only in his boxers and trying to make breakfast - and when was the last time that anyone had made him breakfast? - the doors to the rest of the flat were firmly shut. The kitchen table was clear.
Unable to pass up the distraction, Dimitri had pressed himself up along Tariq’s slim back, leant close and whispered, “Good morning,” littering kisses along the curve of his ear, the nape of his neck, his hands flat against Tariq’s stomach, and his fingers wandering into the waistband of his boxers.
Tariq had leaned into the touch with small, quiet sigh. “Good morning. I thought you might— I mean— uh. Tea?”
“Later.”
“—Okay.”
Breakfast had been abandoned on the counter, the kettle snapping off as Dimitri led Tariq back into the bedroom.
So no, not the first time, nor the second when Beth had helped Dimitri practically carry Tariq back to his place after a few sambucas too many. Unable to locate the light switch, they’d staggered down the hall, a three-man band of sorts. “I told you this was a bad idea,” Dimitri had muttered, Tariq murmuring quiet but increasingly dirty things into his ear.
Beth had smirked. “We’re going to have leverage on him for years. Who knew he’d be such a heavyweight, though? I thought he’d be done by the second beer.” In fact, Tariq had more than held his own until the shots, and then all bets were called off. He was a happy drunk, giggling with Sam from Section B over— something, Dimitri hadn’t been sure, too distracted by the way Tariq would laugh into his shirt, louder as the night went on.
“How did you know where the bedroom was?” Beth asked after they’d deposited Tariq in the bed, and Dimitri had fetched a glass of water from the kitchen, leaving it on the far-side dresser in the hope that Tariq wouldn’t wake in the night and knock it over on the way to the bathroom.
“Lucky guess.”
Beth had raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly.
“Shut up. Where do you want dropping off?”
A week later, during which an increasing number of post-it notes had passed between Tariq and Beth’s computers, until one morning Tariq had come in to find his monitors wallpapered in bright pink squares, and Beth subsequently found that all her favourites had been reprogrammed to go to a site featuring dancing badgers - a week later, Dimitri showed up at Tariq’s door, Chinese takeaway and charming smile in hand. Tariq had grinned on opening the door, then ushered him in, joking that his usual Chinese didn’t do deliveries, and how he’d have to go further afield if this was what service was like at - a pause to check the bag - The Golden Dragon, all the while throwing glances over his shoulder, as though convincing himself that Dimitri was really there.
Unable to pass up the distraction, Dimitri had pressed himself up along Tariq’s slim back, leant close and whispered, “Good morning,” littering kisses along the curve of his ear, the nape of his neck, his hands flat against Tariq’s stomach, and his fingers wandering into the waistband of his boxers.
Tariq had leaned into the touch with small, quiet sigh. “Good morning. I thought you might— I mean— uh. Tea?”
“Later.”
“—Okay.”
Breakfast had been abandoned on the counter, the kettle snapping off as Dimitri led Tariq back into the bedroom.
So no, not the first time, nor the second when Beth had helped Dimitri practically carry Tariq back to his place after a few sambucas too many. Unable to locate the light switch, they’d staggered down the hall, a three-man band of sorts. “I told you this was a bad idea,” Dimitri had muttered, Tariq murmuring quiet but increasingly dirty things into his ear.
Beth had smirked. “We’re going to have leverage on him for years. Who knew he’d be such a heavyweight, though? I thought he’d be done by the second beer.” In fact, Tariq had more than held his own until the shots, and then all bets were called off. He was a happy drunk, giggling with Sam from Section B over— something, Dimitri hadn’t been sure, too distracted by the way Tariq would laugh into his shirt, louder as the night went on.
“How did you know where the bedroom was?” Beth asked after they’d deposited Tariq in the bed, and Dimitri had fetched a glass of water from the kitchen, leaving it on the far-side dresser in the hope that Tariq wouldn’t wake in the night and knock it over on the way to the bathroom.
“Lucky guess.”
Beth had raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly.
“Shut up. Where do you want dropping off?”
A week later, during which an increasing number of post-it notes had passed between Tariq and Beth’s computers, until one morning Tariq had come in to find his monitors wallpapered in bright pink squares, and Beth subsequently found that all her favourites had been reprogrammed to go to a site featuring dancing badgers - a week later, Dimitri showed up at Tariq’s door, Chinese takeaway and charming smile in hand. Tariq had grinned on opening the door, then ushered him in, joking that his usual Chinese didn’t do deliveries, and how he’d have to go further afield if this was what service was like at - a pause to check the bag - The Golden Dragon, all the while throwing glances over his shoulder, as though convincing himself that Dimitri was really there.
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Okay, wow, posting commitments! WEIRD.
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Date: 2011-10-25 01:40 am (UTC)I need you to post the rest of this ASAP. If only to relieve some of the heartache that came with 10x06. Also because Dim and Tariq are insanely sexy and this looks aaaaaah-mazing. PLEASE.
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Date: 2011-10-25 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-25 04:49 am (UTC)I just love the idea of Beth dragging everyone to the pub, basically.
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-26 08:42 am (UTC)In other news: Chris Pureka tonight. !!!!