you can't put a price tag on my love.
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2minsforslashingTitle: You Can't Put a Price Tag on My Love. {Fin.} 10/10.
Pairing: Ryane Clowe and Joe Pavelski.
Rating: PG-13
Joe's POV.
A/N: It's been a great journey, one I have loved every minute of. I'm honestly crying because I don't know how I'm going to part with them. For one final time, I'd like to thank every single one of you who has read this. It's been amazing. I wouldn't have kept writing them if it weren't for you guys, thank you.
I don't care how far off October 9th is; I wish luck to both of them in the season, maybe they'll do something to trigger an idea. ;D
Ok, so I wanted to make it more than this, but ya know, sometimes things just go like this.
Pairing: Ryane Clowe and Joe Pavelski.
Rating: PG-13
Joe's POV.
A/N: It's been a great journey, one I have loved every minute of. I'm honestly crying because I don't know how I'm going to part with them. For one final time, I'd like to thank every single one of you who has read this. It's been amazing. I wouldn't have kept writing them if it weren't for you guys, thank you.
I don't care how far off October 9th is; I wish luck to both of them in the season, maybe they'll do something to trigger an idea. ;D
Ok, so I wanted to make it more than this, but ya know, sometimes things just go like this.
His tongue in my mouth, my hands on his waist. everything in slow motion.
The world around us frozen in this moment. The people surrounding us not even noticable.
His arms spun me around and his hands placed perfectly upon mine. Our lips found each other once more and locked. Our eyes watched each other.
My head rested into his chest as he moved from side to side. His head lowered to mine and held me tighter. My hands were wrapped between me and him, pressing into his chest.
Nothing was going to touch us, nothing could. As everything sped back up to normal and we caught people's stares, we didn't care.
He kissed my cheek and we commenced walking along the sidewalk, his arm around my back. The sun hid behind the buildings the more we walked.
Ryane was in charge today, I had no idea of the plans. We walked into a cafe along a side street. It was a cute little place with warm light brown walls that reminded me of vanilla.
Pictures dotted these walls; sunsets, waves, and flower pots with brillant deep purple and summery white flowers that contrasted beautifully.
We sat down at a small booth up against the walls. The seats were a deep red and the table had laminated wood. My arm swiped across it's smoothness.
Ryane eyed me curiously as I looked around the tiny room. It wasn't busy and it wasn't crowded. A couple in the back near the window stared at us.
The sun was starting to hit through the windows and reflecting on the table. Ryane sat back with his arms crossed, he looked content, a slight smile on his face.
He didn't need to say anything. My hand reached out to touch his, but he was too far. He moved his right arm closer and I finally rubbed against it.
He was warm, his black coat sleeve apparent as I brushed across it. His dark blue shirt made his chest stand out. The sun was setting slowly behind him.
His chair caught the orange tones and created a glowing outline around him. My soup and his salad came. I watched as he dipped the croutons into the dressing.
He kept his head faced down as he picked the crouton up with his fork and stuck it into his mouth. Once he finished off the croutons, he poured the remaining dressing on the lettace.
Watching him, amused me. I was constantly finding out new things about him, seeing things I'd never noticed before. Just when I thought I'd seen everything, he'd surprise me.
He tilted his head and looked me in the eye. My spoon slipped into my soup and splattered my shirt. That is what he does to me, completely adverts my focus.
I just shook my head a laughed briefly. His hands covered his face but I could still hear his muffled laughter as well. I sent him a playful glare.
The soup settled my uneasy stomach, the heat radiating through me. I dipped the parmesan bread into it, and watched it drip back into the bowl.
The minestrone residue stayed. I dipped once more and bit into the moist bread. I could taste the strong cheese from the roll and the tomato from the soup.
I finished it off and waited for Ryane's reaction. He seemed just as amazed as I had been, watching him.
The impending evening awaited the final moments of the setting sun on the horizon. The sun had casted an orange aura around all the buildings now.
The streets became more abuzzed with people and cars. The streetlights above the sidewalk began to flicker on.
Ryane paid and we stepped into the humid early night. A shady area beckoned us to walk over and sit. And so we did. Me in his lap, his arms around my chest.
We had the most amazing view of the final glimpses of the sunset. The ones were the sky turns blood orange and slowly collapses into the black of night.
I turned to the man behind me, my hand running across his red-orange tinted face. He did not move, simply sat still. His eyes reflected the colors of the sun.
It was still light out once the sun had gone over the horizon. Ryane leaned himself back into the grass beneath him, the blades lightly touching his face.
I moved myself closer to him, but I did not lie on him. I prefered to just look at him. He did not do much, he moved one knee up and keep the other straight down.
His jeans darkened as the day finally wore to a close, dusk wearing off. The stars waited for their que to show, the moon shining brighter with each breath of ours.
His chest rose lightly as he took a deep breath. My body inched closer to his, still fighting off his presence and that intoxication he gave off.
As hard as I tried, it was nearly impossible. My body flipped over onto his, my left arm grabbing his right as I swung my legs over and around his.
I moved my arms to his neck, lifting my head enough to kiss his bottom lip as my arms crossed behind his neck.
His arms were around my back and my legs were wrapped tightly around his. I could feel the night falling upon us. The trees darkened and smeared.
I felt like something out of a picture. I imagined what the stars looked like above us, how they precieved us laying like this.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was the man beneath me and what he took me for. He was the picture. The picture of my life.
The world around us frozen in this moment. The people surrounding us not even noticable.
His arms spun me around and his hands placed perfectly upon mine. Our lips found each other once more and locked. Our eyes watched each other.
My head rested into his chest as he moved from side to side. His head lowered to mine and held me tighter. My hands were wrapped between me and him, pressing into his chest.
Nothing was going to touch us, nothing could. As everything sped back up to normal and we caught people's stares, we didn't care.
He kissed my cheek and we commenced walking along the sidewalk, his arm around my back. The sun hid behind the buildings the more we walked.
Ryane was in charge today, I had no idea of the plans. We walked into a cafe along a side street. It was a cute little place with warm light brown walls that reminded me of vanilla.
Pictures dotted these walls; sunsets, waves, and flower pots with brillant deep purple and summery white flowers that contrasted beautifully.
We sat down at a small booth up against the walls. The seats were a deep red and the table had laminated wood. My arm swiped across it's smoothness.
Ryane eyed me curiously as I looked around the tiny room. It wasn't busy and it wasn't crowded. A couple in the back near the window stared at us.
The sun was starting to hit through the windows and reflecting on the table. Ryane sat back with his arms crossed, he looked content, a slight smile on his face.
He didn't need to say anything. My hand reached out to touch his, but he was too far. He moved his right arm closer and I finally rubbed against it.
He was warm, his black coat sleeve apparent as I brushed across it. His dark blue shirt made his chest stand out. The sun was setting slowly behind him.
His chair caught the orange tones and created a glowing outline around him. My soup and his salad came. I watched as he dipped the croutons into the dressing.
He kept his head faced down as he picked the crouton up with his fork and stuck it into his mouth. Once he finished off the croutons, he poured the remaining dressing on the lettace.
Watching him, amused me. I was constantly finding out new things about him, seeing things I'd never noticed before. Just when I thought I'd seen everything, he'd surprise me.
He tilted his head and looked me in the eye. My spoon slipped into my soup and splattered my shirt. That is what he does to me, completely adverts my focus.
I just shook my head a laughed briefly. His hands covered his face but I could still hear his muffled laughter as well. I sent him a playful glare.
The soup settled my uneasy stomach, the heat radiating through me. I dipped the parmesan bread into it, and watched it drip back into the bowl.
The minestrone residue stayed. I dipped once more and bit into the moist bread. I could taste the strong cheese from the roll and the tomato from the soup.
I finished it off and waited for Ryane's reaction. He seemed just as amazed as I had been, watching him.
The impending evening awaited the final moments of the setting sun on the horizon. The sun had casted an orange aura around all the buildings now.
The streets became more abuzzed with people and cars. The streetlights above the sidewalk began to flicker on.
Ryane paid and we stepped into the humid early night. A shady area beckoned us to walk over and sit. And so we did. Me in his lap, his arms around my chest.
We had the most amazing view of the final glimpses of the sunset. The ones were the sky turns blood orange and slowly collapses into the black of night.
I turned to the man behind me, my hand running across his red-orange tinted face. He did not move, simply sat still. His eyes reflected the colors of the sun.
It was still light out once the sun had gone over the horizon. Ryane leaned himself back into the grass beneath him, the blades lightly touching his face.
I moved myself closer to him, but I did not lie on him. I prefered to just look at him. He did not do much, he moved one knee up and keep the other straight down.
His jeans darkened as the day finally wore to a close, dusk wearing off. The stars waited for their que to show, the moon shining brighter with each breath of ours.
His chest rose lightly as he took a deep breath. My body inched closer to his, still fighting off his presence and that intoxication he gave off.
As hard as I tried, it was nearly impossible. My body flipped over onto his, my left arm grabbing his right as I swung my legs over and around his.
I moved my arms to his neck, lifting my head enough to kiss his bottom lip as my arms crossed behind his neck.
His arms were around my back and my legs were wrapped tightly around his. I could feel the night falling upon us. The trees darkened and smeared.
I felt like something out of a picture. I imagined what the stars looked like above us, how they precieved us laying like this.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was the man beneath me and what he took me for. He was the picture. The picture of my life.
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Date: 2008-09-18 05:46 am (UTC)I guess that means I have to update if we Sharks fans want any stories of our team in this community ;)
This was beautiful and go Sharks!
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Date: 2008-09-18 05:55 am (UTC)Yes, I'm counting on that. XDD
I've given some thought into another sharks series, I'm just not sure who yet.
By all means, update. You have no clue how long I've been waiting for more sharks slash. Hahaha.
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Date: 2008-09-18 10:09 am (UTC)The image you painted is amazing.
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Date: 2008-09-18 09:03 pm (UTC)I tried really hard to do that.
=D
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Date: 2008-09-19 01:01 am (UTC)And imagine my surprise when it was overrun by the redwings and not a shark in sight :*(