Title: Feelings Never Told
#: Track 24. You Da One
Author: Lucifer Rosemaunt
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera
Summary: Series of ficlets with songs used as inspiration.
Word Count: 358
A/N: Last Chapter! And a happy Three Kings' Day to you all. Now, what did I give you for the twelve days of Christmas? 24 chapters and 24 songs. Angst, drama, a bit of smut, and fluff.
Story note: Failed in this one too, but I don't even care anymore. I think it was around six times.
Rihanna - You Da One
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You are the one so I make sure I behave
My love is your love, your love is my love
Erik stared at the blond who rode ahead of him. He had yelled at him several times already to keep his hands on the reins of his horse, but Raoul insisted on spreading his arms out wide while riding at high speeds. The only reason Erik had agreed to the morning rides was to ensure that Raoul would not fall off the horse and break his pretty little neck in the process.
And that was the perfectly respectable reason as to why he was could not seem to tear his eyes away from him right now. Raoul wasn't even properly dressed to go riding and he insisted that his horse be similarly bare, save for the bit and reins. The one aspect Erik did so graciously give Raoul leeway for was his apparel, lounge pants and a white-cotton shirt that always seemed to come unbuttoned when he rode. The horse, he had stopped arguing about once Raoul stopped inviting him to ride along.
Raoul had tossed his head back as he laughed at something. The sound was carried away by the wind. As Erik spurred his horse on to catch up, he guessed the laughter was for the pure exhilaration of it all: the wind whipping through him, the steady gallop of a strong, healthy horse, the way his pulse rose and the grin that tempted to show even for him.
He was surprised when Raoul slowed down and waited for him to catch up. When he was at an easy trot, Erik sidled up beside him.
"Is something wrong?"
His blond hair was mussed and he had lost his hair tie some time back, but he was smiling widely. He reached across the small distance to grab Erik's shirt and pull him close.
"Watch out," Erik groused but before he could chastise him further, Raoul kissed him soundly, slowly to savour each moment of their lips pressed together.
He pulled away with a self-satisfied smile. Letting him go, he said, "Good morning" before taking off again, laughing as his shirt fell open.
Erik let himself grin and shook his head at his antics. "Good morning," he muttered.
End series of ficlet… THE END
A/N: Don't forget to R/R (Read and Review)!
Fic Review: Damn fluff. I think this may have been one of the only pure fluff chapters in this series of ficlets. XD Why complicate things further? No one dies, no one angsts, everyone's happy.