FAKE Triple Drabble: Compromises
Title: Compromises
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ryo is trying to do chores; Dee wants to do something else.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Menace’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Ryo swatted Dee’s wandering hands away. “Stop that, I’ve got a lot to get done; Bikky’s coming home from camp later today!”
“I know that, but he’s not gonna get back for hours yet, there’s plenty of time for a bit of fun first. You need to ease up and relax; there’s more to life than doin’ chores.”
“There’s more to life than having sex too, and part of that is doing the chores; it keeps them from piling up. So how about you let me get on with them so I won’t be trying to get everything done at the last minute? Honestly, you’re such a menace sometimes!”
“Only sometimes?” Dee smirked. “I must be slipping.” Dee made another grab for Ryo’s ass, only to get his hand slapped away again.
“It’s a wonder I ever get anything done with you around.”
“Aw, c’mon, babe, don’t be like that! It’s not my fault you’re so sexy I can’t keep my hands off you! Those jeans fit you so right. Undressin’ you with my eyes is all well an’ good, but I’d rather be doin’ it with my hands, and then doin’ you with other parts of my anatomy.”
Ryo shook his head, a reluctant grin curving his lips. His lover was utterly shameless; after two years together he should be used to that, and in some ways he was, but Dee’s desire for him still amazed him. No matter what Ryo was wearing or what he was doing, Dee still wanted him, as much now as when they’d first gotten together.
Truth be told, Ryo was as attracted to Dee as he’d ever been, perhaps even more so now that he’d grown accustomed to the physical side of their relationship; he just didn’t have the nerve to be quite so blatant about it. Nothing ever seemed to embarrass Dee though, not when it came to sex.
“How about a compromise? You help me finish the cleaning, then we can do whatever you want for an hour or so before I have to start dinner.”
Dee grinned. “It’s a deal!”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ryo is trying to do chores; Dee wants to do something else.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Menace’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Ryo swatted Dee’s wandering hands away. “Stop that, I’ve got a lot to get done; Bikky’s coming home from camp later today!”
“I know that, but he’s not gonna get back for hours yet, there’s plenty of time for a bit of fun first. You need to ease up and relax; there’s more to life than doin’ chores.”
“There’s more to life than having sex too, and part of that is doing the chores; it keeps them from piling up. So how about you let me get on with them so I won’t be trying to get everything done at the last minute? Honestly, you’re such a menace sometimes!”
“Only sometimes?” Dee smirked. “I must be slipping.” Dee made another grab for Ryo’s ass, only to get his hand slapped away again.
“It’s a wonder I ever get anything done with you around.”
“Aw, c’mon, babe, don’t be like that! It’s not my fault you’re so sexy I can’t keep my hands off you! Those jeans fit you so right. Undressin’ you with my eyes is all well an’ good, but I’d rather be doin’ it with my hands, and then doin’ you with other parts of my anatomy.”
Ryo shook his head, a reluctant grin curving his lips. His lover was utterly shameless; after two years together he should be used to that, and in some ways he was, but Dee’s desire for him still amazed him. No matter what Ryo was wearing or what he was doing, Dee still wanted him, as much now as when they’d first gotten together.
Truth be told, Ryo was as attracted to Dee as he’d ever been, perhaps even more so now that he’d grown accustomed to the physical side of their relationship; he just didn’t have the nerve to be quite so blatant about it. Nothing ever seemed to embarrass Dee though, not when it came to sex.
“How about a compromise? You help me finish the cleaning, then we can do whatever you want for an hour or so before I have to start dinner.”
Dee grinned. “It’s a deal!”
The End