I hope you don't mind, it's not exactly the prompt you wanted. But this just came to me.
The couch
It wasn’t much to look at, quite frankly. It creaked, the legs were scratched, the fabric was thin and the colour used to be dark red but was now closer to soft pink at some places. But still, it was the best couch Tim ever had.
It was on this couch Tony and him had started their movie nights, where they had pizza and Tony would tell him every detail known to man about every movie they saw. And still, he would deny being called a “movie geek”.
This was also the place where they had their first kiss, awkward as it was. It took a while for them to get past it, but they did. And kiss two, three and all the ones after that didn’t take long to follow.
Not every moment spend on the couch was as memorable as the other. Sometimes, they would watch tv, drink a beer or have their dinner. Sometimes Tony would stretch out, putting his feed or his head on Tim’s lap, letting Tim stroke his fingers through his hair. Especially after a difficult case, they found it was a perfect way to relax.
Somehow, between all the cases, all the movie nights, the dinners and the just hanging out, the couch stopped being Tim couch. It became their couch. And Tim decides, as he softly strokes Tony’s hair, he was fine with that. There was no reason to go looking for a newer model.
Well, it HAS a couch
Date: 2011-08-28 04:33 pm (UTC)The couch
It wasn’t much to look at, quite frankly. It creaked, the legs were scratched, the fabric was thin and the colour used to be dark red but was now closer to soft pink at some places. But still, it was the best couch Tim ever had.
It was on this couch Tony and him had started their movie nights, where they had pizza and Tony would tell him every detail known to man about every movie they saw. And still, he would deny being called a “movie geek”.
This was also the place where they had their first kiss, awkward as it was. It took a while for them to get past it, but they did. And kiss two, three and all the ones after that didn’t take long to follow.
Not every moment spend on the couch was as memorable as the other. Sometimes, they would watch tv, drink a beer or have their dinner. Sometimes Tony would stretch out, putting his feed or his head on Tim’s lap, letting Tim stroke his fingers through his hair. Especially after a difficult case, they found it was a perfect way to relax.
Somehow, between all the cases, all the movie nights, the dinners and the just hanging out, the couch stopped being Tim couch. It became their couch. And Tim decides, as he softly strokes Tony’s hair, he was fine with that. There was no reason to go looking for a newer model.