Fanfic: Fortune's Fool (1/1)

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Title: Fortune's Fool
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: -
Summary: Collin is happy. Fox explains.
Word Count: 605
Date First Posted: 30-04-2003
Date Revised: 26-05-2011
Beta: Tink.
Awards: -
Notes: Fox POV. Oh so fluffy! The honeymoon isn't over yet, and they are still dwelling in the pink sugarbubble of new love.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

hap+py adj. 1. feeling, showing, or expressing joy; pleased. 2. causing joy

"It's your fault. You make me happy, motherfucker. I love you." With that, he punches me in the arm, which dissolves into hugs, which in turn melts into a series of lingering kisses.

Collin is happy, and it's not that kind of happiness that newsreaders or strangers have; the pleasance that goes skin-deep and no further. No, this is real.

Don't get me wrong; lately he's been in a far greater mood than normal. I'd go so far as to say that apart from one or two instances, he's been in an extended good mood for weeks.

But he's just realised he's happy. That might sound weird, but he's honestly not thought about it before.

He's happy. Smiling, laughing... fuck, he giggles. He giggles when I pounce him, and blushes when I say he's beautiful, in the non-embarrassed to be blushing way.

It's in his smile. He looks a lot younger when he smiles. His eyes crinkle in the corners, his nose wrinkles cutely, and i can see his perfect teeth and a flash of gum because it's just so big. Cheesy, like a little boy's. Full of all the things he keeps hidden normally -- hope, joy, fear, love.

There's laughing, too. At the best of times, Collin has never been big on the loud display of good humour. He does laugh, just most of the time it can be pretty harsh and mocking sounding. Then he is happy like now, and it's like biting into a fresh, crunchy apple: Crisp and sharp, delicious and sweet. I don't pretend that it doesn't make little shivers travel up my spine.

We went to video store the other night. Collin had never minded my touching him. Hugging, arms around the shoulders, casual touching. It was all usually one-sided, though. But he touched me there. And it wasn't a huge thing in the scheme of the cosmos... or maybe it was.

He would take my elbow in his hand to pull me closer to talk to. Touch my shoulder, and lean towards my face. And walking out to the parking lot, a bag of videos in one hand, he slipped his other into mine and locked our fingers together. In a dark video store car park at 9.30 at night, we walked the twenty steps to my car like two people in love.

We shared Pepsi and mini Snickers bars, wrestling for the last one in the packet. He let me win and pin him to the ground. He never lets me win; his beating my ass is a point of pride. But he did, and pulled me down to the carpet on top of him. What followed was another display of his happiness best left to modesty.

It's my fault that he's happy, according to him. My fault.

If that's true, I've never been happier to take the blame for something in my life. Making him happy... that's an achievement.

He straddles my lap and cups my face in his hands. Collin's eyes glow, they sparkle like precious jewels. Amber, honey, gold, dandelions. His breath is warm on my face, lips split in a wide smile. "It's your fault," he tells me again, "your fault I'm happy, your fault I love you."

Leaning close, he kisses me, tasting my mouth. "Thank you," he whispers against my lips. "Thank you," he says again and again, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I've made my best friend, the person I love most in the world, happy. Any other thoughts dissolve into sugary nothing as his mouth joins with mine and we sink to the floor.

~finis