SAY MORE PLEASE DRABBLE TAG GAME
1. When you get tagged, write any sydcarmy drabble you like! (between 100-500 words). This can be canon, au, and most importantly sydcarmy!
2. Tag any three writers you want to hear from! we want to keep it going, so tag a new person!
Blood Oranges and Cherries.
Carmy took aftercare very seriously. After each session, without fail, he’d slide into his boxers and get to work cleaning Sydney up, hydrating her, and even massaging her tired muscles if she needed it. He’d read once that fruit after sex was great for bringing energy backup and that had been a part of his routine ever since. Tonight he waltzed back into the bedroom, with his satisfied goofy grin and a bowl full of chilled blood oranges and seedless purple cherries, her favorites.
After sex Sydney was chatty and a little inquisitional, so as soon as he got comfortable, she was asking him questions. “When you think about your future. What do you see?” She asked, as she reached excitedly for the fruit.
“I see you.” Carmy answered simply.
A small smile played on her lips as she shook her head. “Beyond that.”
“There’s nothing beyond that.” Carmy couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she looked grinning back at him. Even with her braids in a messy ponytail and her in nothing but some ratty old t-shirt of his (especially then) he couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else. “In addition to me, then. What do you want for your future?” She clarified, popping a cherry into her mouth.
“I want to make you dinner tonight.” Carmy took a bite of the blood orange he meticulously cut for them. It was sweet but still sour enough to make his cheeks tingle.
“Further in the future, Carm.”
He took his time chewing, then answered slowly. “I want to make your father like me.”
Sydney sucked her teeth.“He likes you. He has the potential to like you…someday. What else?”
“I want to take you to Copenhagen like I promised.”
Sydney sighed. “Very sweet but all of your answers are about other people, well other person. What do you want, for you.”
He frowned. Making Sydney happy was all he wanted. He felt fulfilled every time she smiled at him. But he knew she wasn’t going to take that for an answer so with the bite of a cherry he pivoted. “In the future do you want kids?”
“No.” It was a quick no, an assured one. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” He answered quickly also. It was perfect, actually. He’d decided long ago that he didn’t want them. “I thought you would, you had a good childhood with non-shitty parents—”
He nodded. “ I just mean you had a great relationship with your dad and your childhood was relatively happy. I thought you’d want kids.”
“I did have a great childhood and a single dad who spoiled the hell out of me. I think it made me selfish.”
“You are the farthest thing from selfish.” She was the most giving person he’d ever known. He didn’t see how she could think that about herself.
“I don’t want my whole life to change because I have to look after someone else. I don’t want to be out of work for nine months. I don’t want hormones fucking up my body and emotions. I want to cook and I want to come home to you.” She reached for his hand. It could have been his imagination but he felt the tiny rhythmic drum of her pulse playing the same tune that his was. It was like they shared a heartbeat. “I want that too.”
“Good because I want to do this forever.”
Carmy moved the bowl to the night stand and pulled her into him. He found it impossible to communicate how he felt at that moment. He searched his brain but no word felt romantic enough, no word felt big enough to encapsulate his love for her. So he kissed her, hoping that he could transmute everything he couldn’t say through his lips. If he couldn’t, at least now he knew he had the rest of their lives to try.
