New Eroica fic! ::happy dance::
Little series, the title of which is 'Love Is...' and the chapter titles will complete the sentence a different way each time.
Warning: Yes, here be slashy. What were you expecting from an Eroica fic? It will, however, get more slashy as the chapters progress...I hope!
Anyway, hope you like!
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...Never Having To Say You're Sorry
The mission had gone wrong – very wrong, and very quickly at that. On their way out of the Russian palace, Dorian had somehow tripped a silent alarm that neither of them had known was there. Now they were running for their lives.
It wasn't until they were in the Benz and speeding towards the nearest NATO safe house that Dorian spoke.
"Major…I…" He trailed off, unable to keep apologising when he looked at that stern face.
Green eyes turned to glare at him and then looked back to the road before the thief could see them soften.
"I know. You don't have to say it." The tip of the cigarette hanging out of the corner of Klaus' mouth brightened as he inhaled. "Idiot."
Dorian smiled because it wasn't said with revulsion for once, but rather an exasperated fondness. It rather suited the Major.
"Alright, darling."