Fic! Golf fic, no less

[hestia8]

This is basically a tiny ficlet for my own benefit, seeing as very soon I am going to have to accept that Dimitri/Tariq does not even a remote possibility of happening onscreen.

Includes one line from that post of out-of-context lines from Spooks 1001 (can anyone remind me of the link?), but seeing as I have made up my own context for this fic, it's a semi-spoiler at best. And I haven't specified which lines it is, so if you haven't read it, you'll be none the wiser...

Title: Golf Widower

Summary: Dimitri’s finally got a club membership
Pairing: Dimitri/Tariq

Notes: Based on a line from Spooks 1001 quoted…somewhere. I haven’t highlighted the line so if you haven’t read it, it won’t spoil you. Unbeta’d.

 

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Tariq wakes up to a heavy, metallic thunk out in the hallway. He opens his eyes, trying to work out where he is, and then he realises he’s at Dimitri’s. It’s barely light, and he can hear rain softly hitting the window.

 

“Dimitri?” He calls out, looking at the clock. It says 7:03 and - what the hell?

 

Dimitri comes back into the bedroom and sits on the bed, talking quietly. “Oh, hey. I was trying to be quiet, sorry.”
“It’s seven in the morning.”
“Yeah.”
“Please tell me you are not actually doing what I think you’re doing.”

“I’m going to play golf at the club.” Dimitri admitted, not even bothering to look ashamed, the bastard. “I did tell you.”

 

Tariq groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I didn’t think you meant you were going to leave at seven a.m. on the first day off we’ve had in a fortnight to go and play golf.”

“Look at it this way: eight o’clock tee, done by twelve thirty, back here by two. One thirty if I’m quick. And then we’ve got the rest of the weekend.”

 

He looked so happy about it that Tariq knew he was beaten. “Ugh, fine. Go off and leave me here and walk round a golf course in the rain. See if I care.”

“You know, if you tried it, you might like it. Would it kill you to pick up a golf club once in a while?”
“Yes.” Tariq said decisively. “It’s a rare and incurable allergy. Tragic, really. So it’s for the best that I stay here while you go and enjoy yourself like the lunatic you are.”

 

Dimitri grinned and leant down to kiss him. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”