Simplicity

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Summary: It’s the simple things he loves the most.

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Martin Truex Jr, Dale Jr POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #35 - Bouncy Ball (2.3 = Run 2, Fic 3)
COMPLETED: March 24, 2007
WORDS: 810
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: My favorite fandom. :) Here's to delving back into the place where I really broke out of my shell in regards to writing.
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Mooresville, North Carolina - June 20, 2005

The air sits still in the room, silent except for the murmur of the TV. The sheets are soft under my arm, plain and simple just like this moment between us. Head leaned into my palm, watching the show from over his shoulder. Sniff gently and inhale the scent that is uniquely him. Every time I breathe it stirs his hair briefly but sometimes it tickles my nose.

My arm draped over his waist, holding us close together, despite nothing sexual in our relationship yet. Nothing beyond sweet kisses and the promise of more lingering on the horizon. His warmth seeps through the thin shirt and mingles with my own. I turn my head and brush a kiss against his cheek, smiling at the soft sound I receive in return.

I’ve been lost in the feel of him for most of the past hour. Not paying much attention to the TV, not caring to, he’s much more interesting. We’ve made it a habit every day to curl up together and watch something, doesn’t matter what. I think we enjoy the closeness and just being able to be with the other, at least that’s the way I see it.

I tighten my arm around him and smile as we shift closer towards one another. I think I could love him but it’s too soon for those types of thoughts. Our relationship is new and we’re just getting to really know each other.

Nuzzle my stubbled cheek against his neck and chuckle at the soft click of Martin’s tongue in response. Stubble catching on skin arouses in the same instant it soothes. I finally bring myself to focus on the TV as uncontrollable laughter peals from the speakers, interspersed with cursing.

Arching an eyebrow, I wonder at the figure of Kevin Harvick sprawled on the floor of a roof. “What happened?”

I hear the smile in Martin’s voice, “Easier to show you.” He must have the remote hidden just out of my sight because the screen begins to rewind itself until it stops and plays the beginning of the show which I vaguely remember.

Laughing, I press closer to Martin and watch it unfold before me, actually paying attention this time. Chuckling at the number of bouncy balls Kevin manages to pour into the truck; it’s bag after bag and like a sea of them. The mirth from the joke is something I can relate to as I’ve had a similar part in pranks.

There’s something about the scene, something about the laughter. Can’t place my finger on what but it thrills through me, recognition of a sort. Frown and absently brush my thumb over the fabric of Martin’s shirt, just over his stomach, the fabric smooth under my touch.

Nuzzle against Martin and push it from my mind. Must be imagining things, not sure what I noticed and shrug. My fingers have a mind of their own and are drawing lazy patterns against the plane of Martin’s stomach. I’m smiling softly as he turns toward me and arches an eyebrow. Laughter in my voice as I answer the demand in his look, “What?”

“You know well what.” The TV’s still playing in the background but we’re focused on each other now and honestly I don’t know what he wants to know.

Shake my head and tickle him, “Nope, I don’t. Care to fill me in?” I love how he squirms, pressing closer towards me while at the same time trying to evade my touch. He swats at me, laughter in his voice as he tells me to stop it. He’s ticklish along his tummy, not as fit as he should be but I love him the more for it.

Poke at his little beer belly and grin, he blames it on me. Says I fed him too many beers. I couldn’t help it. I loved watching him be drunk when we weren’t together. I was hard pressed to keep my hands to myself but when he was drunk I got to touch more and I never missed an opportunity to do so.

“You wouldn’t ever pull a prank like that on me would you?” The earnest worried look in his eyes makes my smile soften more and I kiss him gently. His hands smooth over my chest, chasing the wrinkles away.

“‘Course not, you’d be in on the prank, not the one being pranked.” Reassure him and draw him closer, arms wrap around his waist and tangle our legs together. It still amazes me how we perfectly fit together. Kiss his forehead, smile and he smiles back at me. I think I love him and that scares me. Too soon, too much.

We lay like that, letting the warmth of each other lull us to sleep, and I dream of bouncy balls mixed with laughter.

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