100 Original Fics: 023: The Italian Job (1/1)

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Title: The Italian Job
Series: 100 Original Fics
Character: Fox Maharassa
Author: Avarice
Prompt: 023 - Lovers
Rating: G
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: post-FH
Summary: Fox was starting to think he'd fallen in love with Italy.
Word Count: 502
Date First Posted: 24-05-2009
Date Revised: 02-06-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Again, written about 2005/06. Fewchur fic! Fox and Collin gave the kids to Padma and Nefertari for a few weeks over summer to take a trip to Italy. Wine, fine Italian suits, and lots of 'alone' time ;)
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

Fox was starting to think he'd fallen in love with Italy.

It wasn't any one thing; it wasn't the Tuscan people or the countryside or the food or the wine or the history, it was a beautiful mish-mash conglomeration of all of those, and something that was completely intangible.

He'd left Collin in a little designer tailor's getting measured up for a new suit while he walked the streets. Fox found the designer clothes shopping not quite as exciting as Collin, who displayed giddiness akin to a small child in a candy store. Fox stayed for the first hour, being the yes man with Collin's clothes. Into the second he was excused to pursue his passion of exploring, with a mutual agreement to meet up together later.

The language barrier, while sometimes awkward, never caused him too many problems. A big grin and a pocket translation book served him well. Locals bought him espresso while he pulled the picture of his kids out of his wallet to show them.

He waved to kids playing football in the tiny streets, bought fragrant fresh bread from stalls, and gave coins to the little old man on the corner that played the accordion and sang in a throaty voice.

It was invigorating and wonderful, and without realising, a short walk had become a long wander. Fox hot-footed it back to the tailor, to have the little man tell him that Collin had finished up and had headed back to their rented apartment.

It was only ten minutes walk back to the apartment, so Fox didn't hurry. He walked with a measured pace, taking time to smell perfume in the summer air and catch strains of an old record player's music on the wind.

He greeted their current downstairs neighbours as he arrived with a nod and smile, walking up the slightly rickety stairs to get to the top. Fishing the keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and entered.

There were a few shopping bags hanging off the chair that hadn't been there earlier, so Fox knew Collin was back despite the quietness.

Fox went to the counter and put the bread in a wooden bowl. From behind he heard a glass 'clink' and turned.

Collin leaned against the doorway to their bedroom, ankles crossed casually. He wore a deep red silk robe open, and a pair of semi-loose black silk pajama bottoms, cut just under his obliques. The skin of his bare torso and feet was lightly tanned from their time in the summer sun.

The sound that caught his attention came from Collin's left hand, where he held two large glasses with a generous amount of red wine in each. He swished the liquid in a circle, crooking his index finger in a 'come here' gesture to Fox. With that, he turned and entered the bedroom.

Fox whistled, pulling his shirt collar away from his neck in a cartoony gesture.

Oh yeah, he was definitely falling for Italy.


~finis