Angelos Heatwave Series
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veiledndarknessAlphonse/Talia - Bittersweet Symphony
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Alphonse shielded his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun and crouched down, his attention on the rows of wilted greenery before him. He sighed, fingering the browning edge of one plant. "It's a shame, really," he murmured.
He looked up when a shadow fell over him and smiled. "Ah, there's a fine sight," he said.
Talia grinned and held out the glass of ice tea. "Here," he said, handing it over.
"Thank you," Alphonse said. "This heat wave, it's simply murder on these poor flowers."
Talia eyed the plants. "Yer cherry tomatoes a no go, then?" he asked.
Alphonse had a long sip of his iced tea before nodding. "So it seems," he said. "They just can't cope with the unending heat."
Talia stretched out on the grass, his face turned up to meet the sun. "I don't mind it so much," he said, his red curls gleaming in the light. "S' damn cold where I'm from, too wet and rainy for my likes."
"I remember," Alphonse said, his voice faint, unheard by Talia. He let his eyes wander over Talia's face, down to his neck. He made a sound in his throat and looked away, heat flooding his body.
Talia looked over at Alphonse, his lips quirking in a smile. "Y' look like ya need to cool off," he said.
"I do believe I should," Alphonse replied as he stood up, his heart beating far too rapidly. He tipped his head to the sun, his mouth dry. Looking at Talia...wearing something so simple as an old tank top, one that clung to his sweat-slick skin enticingly...He swallowed and took a step away.
"Alphonse?" Talia called. He looked back at him expectantly, his reflexes failing him as he saw Talia lift the nearby garden hose, his pale fingers gripping the metal trigger down.
Talia laughed as the water doused Alphonse, drawing a startled yelp from him. "Ahh, ye let your guard down," he chided teasingly. "Shame on you, dear boy."
Alphonse chuckled, dignified despite the water that dripped from his face and shoulders. "So I did," he said.
He shook his hair off, the cold droplets falling on Talia. "I think you look rather warm yourself," he said, lifting the water hose from his hand.
Talia stood up, his head coming only to mid-chest on Alphonse. "You wouldn't dare," he said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Wouldn't I?" Alphonse smirked. He held the hose above their heads, triggering it as he leaned in, capturing Talia's lips in a kiss, the cold water pouring over them as they kissed, Talia's gasp lost in the moment.
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Alphonse shielded his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun and crouched down, his attention on the rows of wilted greenery before him. He sighed, fingering the browning edge of one plant. "It's a shame, really," he murmured.
He looked up when a shadow fell over him and smiled. "Ah, there's a fine sight," he said.
Talia grinned and held out the glass of ice tea. "Here," he said, handing it over.
"Thank you," Alphonse said. "This heat wave, it's simply murder on these poor flowers."
Talia eyed the plants. "Yer cherry tomatoes a no go, then?" he asked.
Alphonse had a long sip of his iced tea before nodding. "So it seems," he said. "They just can't cope with the unending heat."
Talia stretched out on the grass, his face turned up to meet the sun. "I don't mind it so much," he said, his red curls gleaming in the light. "S' damn cold where I'm from, too wet and rainy for my likes."
"I remember," Alphonse said, his voice faint, unheard by Talia. He let his eyes wander over Talia's face, down to his neck. He made a sound in his throat and looked away, heat flooding his body.
Talia looked over at Alphonse, his lips quirking in a smile. "Y' look like ya need to cool off," he said.
"I do believe I should," Alphonse replied as he stood up, his heart beating far too rapidly. He tipped his head to the sun, his mouth dry. Looking at Talia...wearing something so simple as an old tank top, one that clung to his sweat-slick skin enticingly...He swallowed and took a step away.
"Alphonse?" Talia called. He looked back at him expectantly, his reflexes failing him as he saw Talia lift the nearby garden hose, his pale fingers gripping the metal trigger down.
Talia laughed as the water doused Alphonse, drawing a startled yelp from him. "Ahh, ye let your guard down," he chided teasingly. "Shame on you, dear boy."
Alphonse chuckled, dignified despite the water that dripped from his face and shoulders. "So I did," he said.
He shook his hair off, the cold droplets falling on Talia. "I think you look rather warm yourself," he said, lifting the water hose from his hand.
Talia stood up, his head coming only to mid-chest on Alphonse. "You wouldn't dare," he said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Wouldn't I?" Alphonse smirked. He held the hose above their heads, triggering it as he leaned in, capturing Talia's lips in a kiss, the cold water pouring over them as they kissed, Talia's gasp lost in the moment.
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