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[memefic] there's no place like home
Oct. 20th, 2009 05:41 pm| Title/Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count: | there's no place like home Hans Landa/Fiona Glenanne Inglourious Basterds/Burn Notice G 276 |
| He stood behind her, his arms reaching around to adjust the bell of the Victrola. "You must be careful of the needle. We don't want you to get a nasty prick now, do we?" She grinned like a fool, biting her lip. He heard the thought and tutted at her, his breath warm against her ear. "Really, Fiona. You're insufferable. Now, wind the mainspring." Both their hands rested on the hand crank, his gauging how far she could go. "Careful, not too tight. There. Place the platter thus." His fingertips rest on her wrists, guiding her as she set the gleaming black disc on the turn table. "And now, after you take the brake off, you set the needle in the groove." That required him leaning forward a bit more, closing the distance between them. His mouth brushed the nape of her neck, pressing a warm kiss to her skin as he turned the head of the stylus down. The sound that came out of the bell was rich and warm, unmarred by scratches and pops. Jazz horns filled the air of his study, followed by a smoky voice singing in German. In that moment, everything seemed tinged with gold, as if time itself had passed them by. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his shoulder. He wrapped her up in his arms, burying his nose in her hair, a quiet contented hum in the back of his throat. Together, they swayed in time to the music, watching the disc spin round and round. And when the song was over, he leaned forward and moved the needle back to the beginning. | |
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