Mar 13
Wrote a coda for this week in Emmerdale!
So happy to be writing for robron again, finding that very specific voice which has just been gone for mooooonths.
Here’s 800 words of Aaron very much ‘not’ considering moving into Butlers.
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Wrote a coda for this week in Emmerdale!
So happy to be writing for robron again, finding that very specific voice which has just been gone for mooooonths.
Here’s 800 words of Aaron very much ‘not’ considering moving into Butlers.
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A scene between the kiss on the sofa and before they have sex; where Robert actually knows more is going to happen and he feels so alive for the first time xo
There’s the truth in Aaron’s words.
“I missed you.”
And there’s another truth in his kisses. And his hands.
Aaron’s hands inches around Robert’s waist and pulls them closer together. Their limps are too long, or the sofa’s too short, but Aaron’s lying half on top of him and the staccato beat of his heart matches Robert’s own.
It’s this. This is the truth. The truth that Aaron never could keep from him.
Want.
Aaron’s different, bigger somehow, but Robert doesn’t hold it against him. They’re both older and Aaron’s got a nice face and a nice, well everything, especially pressed against Robert’s body.
He wants to loose himself in the feeling, and he does, but he’s still prepared when Aaron pulls back.
“You still want me?” Aaron asks. “Like that?”
Robert tilts his head back and gives him a questioning stare. “What are you talking about? Can you not feel my hard-on?”
Aaron stares down between them, at the length of their bodies pressed against each other.
Robert nudges his chin up. “I want you, Aaron. All the time.”
Glassy eyes stare back at him.
They move off the sofa and Aaron walks towards the door, looks back, and holds out his hand. “Are you coming?” he asks and motions towards the stairs instead.
“Try and stop me,” Robert whispers.
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for the post-wedding pre-fall prompt: anything of aaron pining for him from afar
He’s made a point of avoiding Robert.
But it’s hard not looking.
Not staring.
It’s varm and Robert’s taken to casual t-shirts and sitting outside in the sun, staring at the sky like he’s been starving. Sometimes it’s at the caf or the pub or outside The Hide.
Back… before, it used to be that Robert hated doing stuff outside on principle just because of all his stuff with his dad. He scuffed when Aaron suggested kayaking and complained about flees even though they’re par for the course in the countryside.
Aaron knows that Robert loves the village and the dales. When he was upset he’d almost always find his way to his dad’s old lands or in the same neck of woods where him and Andy would play or the bridge to stare at the running water.
“All right, Aaron?” Bob asks and Aaron startles.
He pulls back from the corner of the caf and gives Bob a glare.
Bob chuckles nervously. “Not stealing anything, are ya?”
“Mind your own business!”
“I’ll leave you to your…” Bob waves in the general direction of where Aaron was rightfully staring. “Lurking.”
Aaron makes sure to glare at him all the way to the B&B, and then shamefully finds his gaze returning back to Robert in the sun.
Robert stares back
His heart speeds up and for one unashamed moment, he stares back.
He allows everything that he feels for Robert to resurface, all the good things - his arms, the smoothness of his skin, the colour of his eyes, the softness of their mornings…
He wants more than anything to throw it all away, burrow into the varm embrace and breathe him in, lick his sun-kissed skin and run his fingers through Robert’s fluffy hair. He wants to learn what it’s like to kiss Robert with scruff (even though he already knows).
Maybe Robert can tell Aaron’s thinking about him because he smiles and Aaron takes a step back and away.
Too close…
Far too close.
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Kinn, in his feels, post episode 3
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He comes to slowly with a strange feeling that there is something… something happened? It feels a little bit like free falling off one of Bangkok’s skyscrapers.
Oh.
Oh, he did.
He must have been poisoned or drugged or really anything because why else would he have…
He stretches out on the otherwise empty bed, feeling oddly lethargic from whatever herbal spirits Porsche had kept…
Porsche.
Kinn squeezes his eyes shut which only serves to set the stage in startling technicolor. The softness of Porsche’s skin when he held Kinn’s hand, gently blowing off imaginary dirt. The stupid Converse. The definition of muscle in that shirt.
‘Two seconds ago’
Kinn gets up, going straight for the shower and turning the water as cold as possible. Maybe it will offer him some clarity.
But it’s just cold and the memory of Porsche’s pliant lips is still seared into his brain.
In what universe would he initiate a kiss with a loudmouth bodyguard, who might be a skilled fighter and who might have gotten his brother to leave the compound and who doesn’t care about Kinn’s wealth…
Oh.
Kinn’s almost astounded by his own predictability. Having a crush just because someone wont do what he says? How incredibly… normal.
He remembers the party quieting and slumping into the seat beside Porsche. They had been the center of each other’s gravity all night, circling, with Porsche telling him to relax, to enjoy himself.
“Let’s go see the lights,” Porsche had said and Kinn, mesmerised by the light in his eyes, had followed behind him with not a care for his own safety.
He wishes he could say it was all sexual attraction or a desperate wish to show Porsche that he was Boss Kinn and nothing Porsche could do would unsettle him. But Kinn had leaned forward.
And Porsche had just… sighed into it? Hadn’t pulled away?
Somehow, the Kinn who stares at himself in the mirror isn’t the same Kinn who decided to go to Hum Bar. Or maybe he did go with the explicit purpose of, what? Kissing Porsche? Getting to know him?
What kind of fool does that?
Their lips had slid against each other with Kinn’s heart bouncing out of his chest, staccato fast, and he could have sworn Porsche kissed him back. But he had pushed back, watching a small knowing smile appear on Porsche’s lips.
“That was nice,” Porsche had said and Kinn had scrambled back and off the ground.
Porsche had given him a confused pout, eyes half-hooded. “Maybe a little strange.”
“Strange?” Kinn had said offended. “I’ll give you ‘strange’!”
Porsche grinned and had gotten up from the ground, standing so close to Kinn that his scent was everywhere. He had leaned in and Kinn was mesmerised, struck by the plumpness of Porsche’s lips, but Porsche had just… given him a good-natured slap on the shoulder and left, leaving Kinn…
Aching. Confused.
The same way he feels now.
“Oh fuck,” he tells himself and gets dressed.
Have you been loving all the mcdean feels since john paul's exit? Looked around for reunion fics but found it sparse? Here is one I wrote anyway :)
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