FAKE Triple Drabble: Afternoon Delight
Title: Afternoon Delight
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Alone on a lazy afternoon, there are better things to do than watch TV.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Rome /Roam’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half.
They were settled comfortably on the sofa, watching a movie, when Dee’s hands started to wander. There’d been a time, not so very long ago, when Ryo would have slapped at the straying hand, tossed an annoyed glare Dee’s way, and put some space between them, but not today.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon; Bikky was out with friends and wouldn’t be home for several hours, the movie was one Ryo had seen several times, and Dee’s hand on his leg was warm. There was no reason not to let it roam wherever Dee wanted; Ryo could be fairly certain where it was headed. He had no objections.
Although he never took his eyes off the screen, Ryo could practically see the smirk spreading across Dee’s lips at realising Ryo wasn’t going to protest. He pulled his lover closer, dipping his head to nuzzle Ryo’s neck and nip at his earlobe while his other hand glided slowly up Ryo’s thigh.
Closing his eyes, Ryo melted against Dee with a sigh, shifting his leg to press against Dee’s, allowing a little more room for manoeuvre. Now he could feel Dee’s smirk against his cheek, and he turned his head to meet his partner’s lips with his own.
“Thought you were watchin’ the movie,” Dee murmured into the kiss.
“Seen it before,” Ryo replied, snaking one arm around Dee’s neck, fingers tangling in thick, black hair.
“What say we turn the TV off and take this somewhere more comfortable then?”
Ryo smiled. “You must be reading my mind.”
Once upon a time, Ryo would have found the whole situation embarrassing, knowing exactly what they were about to do; not anymore. He kissed Dee, long and slow, feeling his lover’s fingers unfastening his jeans.
“On second thoughts, why bother moving at all?”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Alone on a lazy afternoon, there are better things to do than watch TV.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Rome /Roam’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half.
They were settled comfortably on the sofa, watching a movie, when Dee’s hands started to wander. There’d been a time, not so very long ago, when Ryo would have slapped at the straying hand, tossed an annoyed glare Dee’s way, and put some space between them, but not today.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon; Bikky was out with friends and wouldn’t be home for several hours, the movie was one Ryo had seen several times, and Dee’s hand on his leg was warm. There was no reason not to let it roam wherever Dee wanted; Ryo could be fairly certain where it was headed. He had no objections.
Although he never took his eyes off the screen, Ryo could practically see the smirk spreading across Dee’s lips at realising Ryo wasn’t going to protest. He pulled his lover closer, dipping his head to nuzzle Ryo’s neck and nip at his earlobe while his other hand glided slowly up Ryo’s thigh.
Closing his eyes, Ryo melted against Dee with a sigh, shifting his leg to press against Dee’s, allowing a little more room for manoeuvre. Now he could feel Dee’s smirk against his cheek, and he turned his head to meet his partner’s lips with his own.
“Thought you were watchin’ the movie,” Dee murmured into the kiss.
“Seen it before,” Ryo replied, snaking one arm around Dee’s neck, fingers tangling in thick, black hair.
“What say we turn the TV off and take this somewhere more comfortable then?”
Ryo smiled. “You must be reading my mind.”
Once upon a time, Ryo would have found the whole situation embarrassing, knowing exactly what they were about to do; not anymore. He kissed Dee, long and slow, feeling his lover’s fingers unfastening his jeans.
“On second thoughts, why bother moving at all?”
The End