Sunset: A Tucker/Clara drabble
We found ourselves by the river again. I didn't really know why, but the river seemed to be our favourite place to go for a date. Maybe it was just the fact that Tucker had been trying to teach me fly-fishing for the last two dates by the river and despite my angel-blood and its perks, this was the one thing I couldn't excel at, much to Tucker's glee. This was probably the one thing he was good at that I wasn't. And of course his male ego inflated a few times larger than it already was.
"Think like a fish," he told me. That never helped. Because all I could think of was how the fishes would swim away from the bait. Fishes weren't that stupid, contrary to popular belief. I understood them perfectly.
"It's not working. It hasn't been working the last few times we were here." I smiled meekly at him, hoping he would finally see how futile this was.
"We seem to be going in circles, aren't we?" Tucker admitted, after my I-lost-count-of-how-many-failed-attempts at catching a trout. Go for the trout, he had said. They're the easiest to catch and this spot has the largest number of trouts in this river. "I don't know how else to teach you fishing."
"Then don't. Like I've said, I'm just not meant for fishing." I shrugged my shoulders, attempting to feign some nonchalance.
Tucker simply smirked in response. I could tell he was gloating and enjoying this moment.
"So what are we going to do now?" I asked him, putting aside the fishing rod, with the bait still attached to the hook.
"We could go back to my place or just sit here and enjoy the sun."
"I like the sound of the second suggestion." I scooted closer to him, nestling against his side. He always smelled like the sun- warm and reliable and always bringing something good. Wrapping his arms around me, we sat by the river for several quiet moments.
"Carrots," Tucker started as he rubbed the top of my head gently, "how come you're glowing?"
"I'm happy, that's why," I replied him. That was the simple truth: he made me happy. I looked up at him, and saw a slight flush creep into his cheeks. "You're embarrassed." I chuckled.
"Aww shut up," he retorted and pressed his lips to my temple- one of his usual responses when either of us said mushy stuff.
"Oh fine." I weaved my fingers with his and we sat like that, huddled against each other, until the sun disappeared over the horizon. It was truly captivating watching how the small circular ball of fire descended slowly but surely, and the colour of the sky fading from a brilliant azure blue to a pale grey mixed with blue and tinted with shades of orange and red. The sky was alight with warm orange-red hues even after the sun was gone. I sighed contentedly and turning to my left, I saw the ends of Tucker's lips curl upwards.
I had always heard how amazing it was to watch the sunset with someone you loved, and unlike most hearsay, this was true.