Me Olvidar�s
Me Olvidar�s
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Title: Me Olvidarás.
Character(s): Archer/Kimblee.
Beta: None, all mistakes my own.
Rating: R (Now that’s more like it!)
Genre: Romance, mild angst, songfic.
Warnings: Almost, none-existant spoilers.
Feedback: Very welcome, please!
Word Count: 550.
Summary: And if he leaves? What to do once
he’s gone? How to breath? How to move on? Archer is an expert in planning
ahead, even when he really shouldn’t.
style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>Author's Notes:
short fic of the night. I really should be working on NaNo, but I needed a
break to think through my ideas. I think this is fluffy, but I can’t be sure.
English translation of the lyrics at the end.
style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>Me Olvidarás.
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Brilla El Sol Y El Corazón
Contemplando La Ciudad
style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>Porque Te Vas
style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>~*~*~
He’s getting used to it.
To the heat on his side, the arms clumsyly thrown around
him, the slight puffing of breath on his shoulder as he wakes up. To finding
his papers messed up with, his meticulous order broken by the sudden
appeareance of scribled arrays and random notes on napkins. To the sound of
mocking laughter and the pleasured hiss of completion. To the blasted feeling
of fingers massaging his scalp and silky hair sliding through his fingers.
He’s getting used to it, and as he watches the sunset,
tinting the city in reds and goldens, he berates himself for it.
Desperté Pensando En Ti
Todas Las Horas Vi Pasar
He’s craving it.
The roughness of their struggle, the muted cry of delight
when he eventually wins. The fluttering in the pit of his stomach when the
golden eyes glint in a mix of madness and need, the shiver that comes when the
promise is fulfilled. The tedious game of jibes and poking as they pretend to
ignore each other, the wicked smile of triumph when he gives in. The stunned
silence when he arches and just begs like a common whore.
He’s craving it, and as he watches the clock ticking
away, minutes dragging until dawn, he’s questiong himself about it.
Sin Farol Se Dormirán
Que Quedaron Por Decir
style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>Se Dormirán
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He’s wanting it.
The actual words and the concequences that come with
them. The knowledge and security that will eventually damn them both to hell.
The right to call him his, to wrap his arms around him and don’t ever let him
go, because he’s his. The tenderness as well as the cruelty, the
everything that makes up perfection in his mind. The sneer and the smirk and
the smile and the pout and the glare and every expression that he can conjure
up in his face.
He’s wanting it, and as he swallows up another unsaid
truth, watching the darkened streets that swallow him up, he screams at himself
for it.
Manillas Del Reloj Esperarán
Que Quedaron Por Vivir
style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>Esperarán
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style='font-family:Verdana;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN'>~*~*~
He’s feeling it.
The unmistakeable feeling that turns his insides upside
down whenever he steps into the room. The consuming heat that threatens to melt
his very bones if he doesn’t do something about it. The desperate yearning for
something he can’t quite name, but which is standing right before him, smirking
and talking nonsense he doesn’t understand. The loss of control over his
methodic life, the startling realization he doesn’t care about it.
He’s feeling it, and as he’s pushed back on his – their –
bed, not really sure what caused it this time, he’s hating himself for it.
De Mi Amor Se Iran Contigo
Olvidarás
Lloraré Igual Que Un Niño
Porque Te Vas
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He knows it.
How horribly wrong this will end. How terribly hurt he’s
going to be. How much he’s going to hate him for this. How sad and
broken he is already, and how oblivious he is, and how asbsurd it all
ends up being, when he thinks about it. How utterly stupid he will feel, when
the other shoe drops, and he’s too content in his own cloud to notice. How
unfixable this mess is going to leave him, and how much it’s going to cost him
when it does. But he can’t but whisper the words again, leaving him
flagbastered and awed.
He knows it, and even if his promises are going to fall
through and his heart is going to be broken like a child’s, he’s already
pitying himself for it.
Porque te vas, by La Oreja de Van Gogh and Jose Luis Perales.
Hoy En Mi Ventana Brilla El Sol Y El Corazón/Today In
My Window, The Sun Is Shining And The Heart
Se Pone Triste Contemplando La Ciudad/Is Sad Contemplating The City
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Como Cada Noche Desperté Pensando En Ti/As Ever Night
I Woke Up Thinking Of You
Y En Mi Reloj Todas Las Horas Vi Pasar/And In The
Clock All The Hours I Watched Go By
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Todas Las Promesas De Mi Amor Se Irán Contigo/All The
Promises Of My Love Will Go With You
Me Olvidarás, Me Olvidarás/You Will Forget Me, You
Will Forget Me
Y Como Cada Noche Lloraré Igual Que Un Niño/And As
Every Night I’ll Cry Just Like A Child
Porque Te Vas, Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave,
Because You Leave
Bajo La Penumbra Sin Farol Se Dormirán/Under The
Twilight Without A Light, They’ll Fall Asleep
Todas Las Cosas Que Quedaron Por Decir/All The Things
That Were Left Unsaid
Se Dormiran/They’ll Fall Asleep
Junto A Las Manillas Del Reloj Esperarán/Next To The
Hands Of The Clock, They’ll Wait
Todas Las Horas Que Quedaron Por Vivir/All The Hours
That Were Left Still To Live
Esperarán/They’ll Wait
Todas Las Promesas De Mi Amor Se Irán Contigo/All The
Promises Of My Love Will Go With You
Me Olvidarás, Me Olvidarás/You Will Forget Me, You
Will Forget Me
Y Como Cada Noche Lloraré Igual Que Un Niño/And As
Every Night I’ll Cry Just Like A Child
Porque Te Vas, Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave,
Because You Leave
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Todas Las Promesas De Mi Amor Se Irán Contigo/All The
Promises Of My Love Will Go With You
Me Olvidarás, Me Olvidarás/You Will Forget Me, You
Will Forget Me
Y Como Cada Noche Lloraré Igual Que Un Niño/And As
Every Night I’ll Cry Just Like A Child
Porque Te Vas, Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave,
Because You Leave
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave
Porque Te Vas/Because You Leave