Drabble from week 1 of the 'Last Drabble Writer Standing'-competition. The voting for week 1 are over and thus this one doesn't have to be anonym anymore ;)

Pairing: Rolleigns

Rated: T

Are we there yet?

Four words full of a held back longing, waiting for an answer for what feels like an eternity.

Seth's heart beats oddly calm, almost silent in his chest. The quiet twilight of the night is reigning in here, urging all those shy feelings and secret thoughts to come out to breathe and be acknowledged, sheltered by the veil of the silent hours.

Two years of healing... and waiting. For the last two years Roman has tried to mend Seth's broken heart, gluing the millions of pieces back together with unconditional love.

I need time, Rome.

I'll wait for you as long as you need, Seth. I love you.

Are we there yet?

The question has always been present, quietened though by patience while loving touches and gazes and tiny gestures of purest affection keep nourishing this something between them ceaselessly.

Tonight... has been different. Being out for a drink, it has been a moment of realization that left Seth's senses reeling. A gaze from silver orbs, piercing into his heart... making it jump in... love…

A soft sound... telling him that Roman approaches him hesitantly this very moment... and Seth turns around, finds hope sparking in beautiful moonlight dyed eyes. Silence... but words are not needed anyway.

Seth meets Roman half-way, their chests touching and he can feel Roman's heart pound hard and begging, urging his own to fall in step. Arms wrap tightly around him as his fingers thread into the black velvet, diving into it deep while his other hand settles on the broad chest, fisting the shirt tightly.

Lips touch for the first time in a kiss so shy yet so full of longing that Seth's heart weeps in the sweetest of aches while he pours all his soul and every bit of the pristine thing he is feeling for this man into this kiss. A vivid warmth spreads throughout him, not leaving a centimeter untouched while every fiber in him tunes in on the man he is hopelessly intoxicated by.

Are we there yet?

Yeah. Yes, we are. Finally... we have arrived...

- Fin -

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