Current mood:	accomplished
Current music:	Cliquot-Beirut
Entry tags:	*fanfic100, *footballslash11, -standalone, steven gerrard, xabi alonso

Deviation; Gerrard/Alonso; PG.
Title: deviation. (Lines related drabble)
Fandom: Football
Characters: steven gerrard/xabi alonso
Prompt: 034.Not Enough (for fanfic100) & 07. Opinions (for footballslash11)
Word Count: 346
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is all a bunch of lies.
Rating: PG
Summary: AU AU AU. kjhgsfkdj drabble thing sort of related to the "Lines" series, but you don't need to read it to get this. (Steven is a writer and Xabi is an editor, they have history, but now Stevie's with Finns and Xabi just managed to manipulate Stevie into a (series of) one night stand(s).
Author's Notes: a christening of my new LJ. I've only posted like 5 fics, and those are the ones I'm truly proud of. The rest will be hidden away at my old LJ. :)


"I think we should have rules."

Xabi looked up at him with tired eyes, and he let his hand slip off Steven's chest.

"And what are those rules?" Xabi asked with a yawn.

"Well. I don't know," Steven said, tucking his hands under his pillow and staring at the ceiling. Xabi arched an eyebrow. "I guess I want…lines. Cause well, you know. Lines have to be made to be crossed, yeah? Not that I want to cross lines-I mean this is, well, whatever this is, we're crossing lines-I'm just…" Xabi knew Steven well enough to know that Steven was about to launch into one of his incomprehensible rambles.

"Look, Steven, I'm sure you know your limits, no matter how non-existent they are, when it comes to this…thing. I know I know mine." Xabi said, cutting Steven short and sitting up. Steven looked pensive.

"Do you want me to go?"

Steven bit his lip, "…If you want to."

Xabi raised his eyebrows in response and began to pull on his boxers, which were soon followed by his jeans. "So, I'll see you around."

Steven chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment. "Where are you going, then?" He asked, trying to make it come off as nonchalant.

Xabi paused from buttoning up his pants, "You want me to stay?"

"I guess so. I mean…" Steven bit his lip again.

"For a writer, you're not very articulate." Xabi remarked, but pulled off his pants and crawled back on to the bed.

"Yeah, well. Sometimes I guess it's better if I just shut up, eh?"

Xabi grinned, moving close to Steven so that their breath mingled.

"Like now?" Xabi breathed out, pressing their lips together. Steven pulled away after a few minutes, mouth parted and ready to say something, when Xabi grabbed the writer's jaw and looked Steven straight in the eye. "Don't. I know that you think this is wrong and all that bullshit, but can we please just fucking enjoy the moment?" Xabi raised his eyebrows petulantly and Steven smirked.

"You're the one still talking."