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"Everyday Conversations"



Title: Everyday Conversations
Author: Lucy
Rating: G. Yes, you read that right.
Pairing: Torksmith!
Genre: Slash.
Warnings: ...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Monkees and make no aspersions toward their sexualities.
Summary: "Why else? Because you're beautiful."
Author's Note: Just a drabble. Some sweet n' adorable fluff. No, seriously, I didn't know I could write something this fluffy.

"Hey, Pete, what do ya think of this?"

Mike strummed his guitar, the words melting from his mouth.

"I saw when you walked by, the lovelight in your eyes, and I knew I must try... to win you more than as a friend, I'm starting near the end, and here I go again..."

"Wow, Mike," Peter looked at the other man in awe. "That's beautiful! Who's it for?"

Mike grinned. "You know that, Peter. It's for you. They're all for you, you know that!"

"Well, you say it, but I still don't know how I could inspire such beautiful songs..." Peter blushed.

Mike smiled gently, pulling the other man over to him and planting a kiss on his soft hair.

"Why else? Because you're beautiful. And... I love you," Mike finished. Even after all he and Peter had been through, he still had trouble saying the words.

Peter smiled back.

"I love you, too, Mike," he said quietly.

They leaned in, letting their lips touch, but only barely, merely a gentle touch of mouths. They were so close that Peter could feel the brush of Mike's eyelashes against his cheek when the other man blinked.

"Aww, they kissed!" came an excited voice from the top of the staircase, followed by a "Shh, they'll hear you!"

Mike pulled away from Peter, rolling his eyes.

"Micky! Davy!" He heard mad giggling and then quickly retreating footsteps.

"They always ruin the moment," Mike griped, turning back to Peter.

"It's alright." Peter smiled and Mike's breath caught at the beauty of it. "Every moment with you is amazing, Michael."

Mike laughed. "Well, thanks, Peter. I'm glad."

"Me, too."

And they continued to play.