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skidmo_fic) wrote2007-02-12 09:35 pm
skidmo_fic) wrote2007-02-12 09:35 pm
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The Map of Days Outworn (PG)
Title: The Map of Days Outworn
Rating: PG? (for mention of past naughtiness)
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Lorne gets caught staring.
Warning: sappier than a Vermont maple.
Author’s Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashing_lorne February challenge, prompt: Puppy Love. Again, sonnets are definitely not my forte, so I’m just gonna follow the prompt here. However, in deference to those more talented than I, the title of this piece comes from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 68.
“Stop it, Evan.”
“Stop what?”
Radek rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. “You are staring again.”
“Can’t help it. You’re so damn cute when you’re sleeping.” Evan smiled and continued, “Actually, you’re pretty damn cute even when you’re awake.”
“And you are very sappy after sex.”
Evan slipped an arm underneath the Czech’s sleep warm body, rolling onto his back and pulling Radek on top of him. “Mmmm.” He hummed deep in his chest. “Can’t help that either. I get happy. I get relaxed. I get sappy.” Nuzzling Radek’s neck, he added, “Or just honest. After all, you are really cute.”
Radek groaned and buried his face in Evan’s chest. “You are an incorrigible romantic.”
“And you love it.”
Evan felt the groan vibrating in his chest this time, as Radek replied, “Yes, I’m afraid I do.”
fin
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Sonnet 68
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself, and true,
Making no summer of another’s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
Continue
Links to the rest of this series can be found here.
Rating: PG? (for mention of past naughtiness)
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Lorne gets caught staring.
Warning: sappier than a Vermont maple.
Author’s Notes: written for the
slashing_lorne February challenge, prompt: Puppy Love. Again, sonnets are definitely not my forte, so I’m just gonna follow the prompt here. However, in deference to those more talented than I, the title of this piece comes from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 68.“Stop it, Evan.”
“Stop what?”
Radek rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. “You are staring again.”
“Can’t help it. You’re so damn cute when you’re sleeping.” Evan smiled and continued, “Actually, you’re pretty damn cute even when you’re awake.”
“And you are very sappy after sex.”
Evan slipped an arm underneath the Czech’s sleep warm body, rolling onto his back and pulling Radek on top of him. “Mmmm.” He hummed deep in his chest. “Can’t help that either. I get happy. I get relaxed. I get sappy.” Nuzzling Radek’s neck, he added, “Or just honest. After all, you are really cute.”
Radek groaned and buried his face in Evan’s chest. “You are an incorrigible romantic.”
“And you love it.”
Evan felt the groan vibrating in his chest this time, as Radek replied, “Yes, I’m afraid I do.”
fin
***
Sonnet 68
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself, and true,
Making no summer of another’s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
Continue
Links to the rest of this series can be found here.
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