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Fic: The Elephant in The Room

Title: The Elephant in The Room
Pairing: John Terry/ Frank Lampard
Rating: 15
Word count: 822
Disclaimer: All lies.
Summary: Angst. John and Frank spend one of their last evenings together.
A/n: hello everyone! I know I’ve been properly MIA recently (well a bit longer than recently) but I can’t say how much I miss the fandom and our two boys, so just a little one I wrote on the train back to London today. Please read, comment and enjoy J. P.s I don’t think I’m alone in saying I will be hysterical if (when) Frank leaves this summer LL

Toni’s conveniently away at her parents’ for the weekend so you have the whole house to yourselves. 15 empty rooms and no one to fill them but you and Frank. 7 years ago, this would have been a treat, a competition to see how many room you could consummate before you were both completely spent. Rampant rabbits filled with energy, lust and an endless appetite for sex. But you’re older now the urgency’s gone, it’s not about sexual tension and release, no it’s desire, it’s pleasure and dare you say it? It’s love.

You cook him dinner. Well, M&S cook the dinner, you just bung it in the oven for 40 minutes and take all the credit; he’s none the wiser. The wine flows freely as you kick back and reminisce. You speak of the past, golden memories, friends and teammates who’ve come and gone. The elephant’s in the room, but you both studiously carry on regardless. Hours fly by in minutes, precious time ticking away. You want to catch it and keep it, stay locked in this moment forever.

You’re on the sofa when you start to kiss. You’re relaxed back with a glass of wine; he’s lounging next to you, his head on your shoulder, his hair tickling your chin. Your fingers are idly toying with his hair; he’s just had it cut, the short strands feel slightly alien to touch. He soon grows bored of what’s flickering across the screen, his fingers finding entertainment toying with the hem of your shirt. A hand slips underneath and suddenly the screen seems far less interesting than it was before. You look down to find him stroking your chest, your abs, a surprising softness to his rough fingers. You place two fingers under his chin, and raise it up to look at you and, like many times before, when his eyes meet yours it takes your breath away. You bring your lips together, the spark’s still there after all these years. His tongue probes your lips, asking for entry, knowing you’ll give it to him and once again your mouths enter into their well rehearsed dance, causing a stirring deep within you both. It doesn’t take long for it to become heated, hand roaming all over each other, mouths biting licking teasing, as if you’re trying to devour him whole.

You’ve calmed down again by the time you reached the bedroom, maybe it’s your old age, or maybe it’s his influence, but you’ve mellowed with age. You take your time slipping off his shirt, sliding his trousers down and off, revealing supple golden skin. You run your fingers over every crevice, every mark and definition. Your fingertips delight in its firm softness, teasing your senses, you caress it all as if it is the first time, seeking out new territory, new pleasures. When he moans and pulls you down into another kiss, you instinctively know what he’s hinting, you’ve done this enough times before, as much as you’re enjoying yourself, you’re there for a purpose, the bigger plan. Afterall, there’ll always be another chance to admire his body, won’t there?

It’s slow, it’s sensual, it’s perfect. You glide in and out, used to each other bodies, knowing exactly what you want, he clenches writhes and moans and you hit the place deep inside that drives him crazy. It feels so good, you want to do it again, you thrust, he bucks, hips meeting in the middle, bodies melded into one, how it’s meant to be. You pray that this will never end.

Your eyes meet as you come and everything is said without words, after all, what are words other than highlighters of the inadequacies of communication; looks are far more powerful. In that one look you say everything you’ve ever wanted to. It’s a declaration of love, of undying, unyielding, unrelenting passion, it’s a question, a beg; don’t leave.

You fall asleep first, so you don’t see him pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you. You don’t see the way his fingers caress your face, his nose nuzzles your hair and his lips grace yours. You don’t see the tears.

You wake up in the middle of the night; he’s still lying beside you, the moonlight casting an innocent glow over his beaten features. He’s changed, 12 years together is a long time, but those 12 years are mapped out on his face, the freckles, scars, each line and crevice tells a story and you can name every single one. You pull him closer, entwining your legs, holding him close, almost as if you’re hoping by holding him close the inevitable won’t come.

*             *             *

Morning finally breaks through your curtains and you wake to find the bed beside you empty and cold. It’s expected, but it doesn’t make the pain any less crippling, you knew this would happen; after all, goodbye is just too hard to say.


( 12 pennies — Penny for your thoughts? )
May. 9th, 2013 12:51 am (UTC)
Beautiful. I love all the little intricacies and references to the 12 years they've spent together and how they've both grown and matured and changed. Loved it

I'll be joining you in the hysterics. On the flip side, I'll be just as hysterical if and when José comes and gives him that lifeline...
May. 9th, 2013 01:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you, so glad you liked it! I wanted to try and capture their history into this one evening, so I'm glad you picked up on that :)

I'd absolutely love José to come back, but I don't wanna get my hopes up too much! Either way, gotta get the tissues and the papers bags out!
May. 9th, 2013 01:43 pm (UTC)
Not sure about hysterics when he leaves, but I'm already hysterical just reading this. It is just perfect; I can feel their pain. Loved the references to the aging of the relationship and it strengthening through that, not diminishing.
I'm going to the last match of the season; will be incredibly proud of myself if I manage not to cry for the whole 90 minutes!
May. 9th, 2013 04:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it! Thanks, that's how I see them, their relationship just getting stronger through the years with each other, with everything they've been through together

So jealous! Haven't made it to any of the matches this year because of uni, I miss being at the Bridge so much, and to think I might never see him in a chelsea shirt again....
May. 9th, 2013 10:32 pm (UTC)
That was heart breaking yet so beautiful.
I know I will cry my eyes out if he leaves and I am not ahsamed to say it.
Right now I am bearing my hope in Josè coming back and making Lamps stay.
Loved this even though it filled up my eyes. Beautifully written so thank you for sharing :)
May. 11th, 2013 10:51 pm (UTC)
And thank you for reading and your kind words! Sorry for making it so emotional! But I'm glad you liked it!
I think we all are, just don't want to get my hopes up too much, but after today, surely Chelsea would be mad to let him go! So proud of him!

May. 11th, 2013 03:29 pm (UTC)
I'm not used to this pairing but something in the back of my mind told me reading your fic will be worth my time. It was beautiful and touching work, you clearly showed how John and Frank grew up through these all years , but still stayed together. I've never read any fic with them, however you can be proud of yourself because I fell in love with their relationship :)
May. 11th, 2013 11:28 pm (UTC)
Wow such a compliment! It means a lot more from someone who's not a fan of the pairing so thanks for taking the time to read and comment. I'm so glad you took the risk and it paid off!
May. 11th, 2013 08:32 pm (UTC)
Hope Lampsy can still be in Chels. My heart will break apart if he doesn't make it. 12 years meeting each other... is almost a part of an entire life... WOOOF. I just love them so much.
Loved them in this fic.
May. 11th, 2013 11:43 pm (UTC)
I really hope so too! He showed today how important he is to the club! Can't break up our dream-team either!
I'm glad you liked it!
Mar. 1st, 2014 07:51 am (UTC)
such a beautiful story. just saw it.
glad it all turned out for the best and there has been another year of lamperry love.
Rinintha Anggie Mahakarti
Jul. 9th, 2014 03:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you for writing this. I had read it months ago and I've just re-read it again. It's not any less beautiful than the first time I read it. Still gives me that weird, indescribable feeling. He's gone from Chelsea now; all your beautiful words bring me to tears. Kindly notify me if you write some kind of this again.
( 12 pennies — Penny for your thoughts? )