[Fic] and i knew not the sound (The Attic - A. M. Burrage)
- Fandom: The Attic - A. M. Burrage
- Pairing: Stanley Forbes/Derek Wilson
- Tags: Post-Canon
- Word-Count: 402
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2024-10-11
- Disclaimer: I do not own The Attic - A. M. Burrage and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
"Just now," Derek finally responded, far too late to be anything other than obvious, and Forbes smiled.
Notes:
- For SweetSorcery.
Work Text:
Derek gazed at Stanley Forbes, lying on the picnic blanket, dozing in the sunlight with his hat halfway from falling off his face, and felt his heart constrict tightly. Rubbing his chest, he slowly sat down beside him, biting his lip—Gladys had hurried him out the door as soon as he'd arrived, told him where to go and nothing else, and right now he felt only gratefulness for it, only relief that he got to see this. Forbes was, Derek thought, divine; his body splayed out, his face relaxed, his hands crossed on his stomach as it softly rose and fell.
When Forbes woke at last, Derek was passed even the point of shame, of how long he'd stared at him. He watched as Forbes pulled the hat off completely, held it to his chest and squinted up at the sun,then his gaze dipped and he caught sight of Derek. He smiled—large and welcoming and soft, eyes crinkling, and heaved himself up. "When did you get here, old thing?" he asked, angling himself toward Derek and leaning on one hand, swaying a bit in the breeze, hair disheveled and clothes slightly rumpled, and Derek could not possibly look away. Could hardly even bear to blink, so enraptured was he, heart squzzing tight, breath uneven.
"Just now," Derek finally responded, far too late to be anything other than obvious, and Forbes smiled.
"It's a beautiful day," Forbes said, and he scooted over and sat next to Derek, and Derek inhaled, his nose stuffed full of the smells he associated with Forbes. Forbes lowered his voice, looking deep into Derek's eyes. "Do you need to hurry somewhere?" he asked, and Derek gulped, could not help but read a thousand messages into that question. No, he thought. He had nowhere to be.
"Think you have room for one more?" he asked instead of tossing himself on Forbes, tilting his head toward the blanket he sat upon. In truth, there was hardly place for two, Derek already sitting partly outside of the picnic blanket. Forbes gave it a look, a good study, and smiled.
"We'll just have to sit close then, I suppose," he said, and Derek blushed something fierce, face an explosion of color. And then he scooted closer, because he wasn't losing this opportunity. And for smiled at him, sunlight washing over him, a vision of—just of, Derek supposed.
Everything.