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anythingdrabbleTitle: Close Range
Fandom: Viola come il mare (Italian TV show)
Author:veronyxk84
Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: safe use of guns in controlled environment (shooting range)
Word count: 200 (Ellipsus)
Spoilers/Setting: Set during S2.
Summary: At the shooting range, Viola hits the target’s heart on her first shot. Francesco jokes about it, but he knows he’s the one at risk of being figuratively shot through the heart—at close range.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #436 - Inch
Crossposted: My journal (with bonus Italian version), “Chiamami Ancora Amore” - the Series
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The muffled shots echoed through the range as Viola watched Francesco inside the booth. He looked focused, serious, perfect posture. And, of course, effortlessly attractive.
When he turned around, he raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You look like you’re having fun,” Viola said. “Can I try?”
Francesco lowered his earmuffs, wetting his lips. “Not exactly… But the director’s a friend. He’ll look the other way.”
Viola brightened. “Okay!”
He guided her into his spot in the booth. “Here. Relax your shoulders.” He stepped closer to adjust her stance. Too close. Far too close. “Arms loose, like this…” Francesco murmured, his face barely an inch from hers.
Viola cleared her throat. “You’re distracting me… inspector.”
Francesco held back a smile and stepped half an inch away. “Better?”
She nodded, unconvinced. Then she inhaled, aimed, and pulled the trigger under his supervision. The shot echoed, and Viola squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a small startled yelp.
Amused, Francesco brought the target forward. A single hole marked the heart.
“I hit it!” Viola said, stunned.
“Right in the heart. Your specialty.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Francesco held her gaze, intense and unguarded. “That you’re dangerous even without a gun. Especially to me.”
☙ ☙ ☙
Fandom: Viola come il mare (Italian TV show)
Author:
veronyxk84Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: safe use of guns in controlled environment (shooting range)
Word count: 200 (Ellipsus)
Spoilers/Setting: Set during S2.
Summary: At the shooting range, Viola hits the target’s heart on her first shot. Francesco jokes about it, but he knows he’s the one at risk of being figuratively shot through the heart—at close range.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #436 - Inch
Crossposted: My journal (with bonus Italian version), “Chiamami Ancora Amore” - the Series
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The muffled shots echoed through the range as Viola watched Francesco inside the booth. He looked focused, serious, perfect posture. And, of course, effortlessly attractive.
When he turned around, he raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You look like you’re having fun,” Viola said. “Can I try?”
Francesco lowered his earmuffs, wetting his lips. “Not exactly… But the director’s a friend. He’ll look the other way.”
Viola brightened. “Okay!”
He guided her into his spot in the booth. “Here. Relax your shoulders.” He stepped closer to adjust her stance. Too close. Far too close. “Arms loose, like this…” Francesco murmured, his face barely an inch from hers.
Viola cleared her throat. “You’re distracting me… inspector.”
Francesco held back a smile and stepped half an inch away. “Better?”
She nodded, unconvinced. Then she inhaled, aimed, and pulled the trigger under his supervision. The shot echoed, and Viola squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a small startled yelp.
Amused, Francesco brought the target forward. A single hole marked the heart.
“I hit it!” Viola said, stunned.
“Right in the heart. Your specialty.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Francesco held her gaze, intense and unguarded. “That you’re dangerous even without a gun. Especially to me.”
☙ ☙ ☙
