FAKE Triple Drabble: Next Morning
Title: Next Morning
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, Bikky.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: The morning after Vol. 7, Act 20.
Summary: Ryo wakes up the morning after his and Dee’s second night together.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Warm / Warmth’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
There was a warm, solid weight resting against Ryo’s side as he gradually woke, and he knew right away that it wasn’t Bikky. When he’d first taken the boy in almost three years earlier, he’d often woken to find Bikky had crept into bed with him during the night, perhaps following a bad dream, or just because he was feeling lonely, but that had mostly stopped by the time he was twelve. Now, his foster son was thirteen and away at basketball camp, which left only one other possibility…
Gradually, the memory of the previous night returned, and Ryo felt his face grow warm as a blush stained his cheeks. He remembered it all: dinner at a restaurant, a romantic stroll across the bridge, confessions beneath a streetlamp… The taxi ride back to his apartment was a bit of a blur, but what had followed when they’d arrived was crystal clear in his mind, and his blush deepened.
It had been the second time they’d slept together, but the first time they’d gone all the way, and Dee certainly hadn’t held back. Eyes still closed, Ryo evaluated how he was feeling, noting a certain soreness, discomfort rather than outright pain. He wouldn’t be up to a repeat performance anytime soon, but it hadn’t been awful; strange, embarrassing, definitely weird, but not unpleasant. Dee was a passionate lover, giving pleasure as well as taking it. Last night had been quite an education.
Ryo smiled to himself, listening to Dee breathing beside him, slow and peaceful. One arm was draped across Ryo’s waist as if to keep him from getting away; Ryo was sure if he moved he’d wake his lover.
Instead, he relaxed into the warmth of Dee’s embrace. He wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, Bikky.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: The morning after Vol. 7, Act 20.
Summary: Ryo wakes up the morning after his and Dee’s second night together.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Warm / Warmth’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
There was a warm, solid weight resting against Ryo’s side as he gradually woke, and he knew right away that it wasn’t Bikky. When he’d first taken the boy in almost three years earlier, he’d often woken to find Bikky had crept into bed with him during the night, perhaps following a bad dream, or just because he was feeling lonely, but that had mostly stopped by the time he was twelve. Now, his foster son was thirteen and away at basketball camp, which left only one other possibility…
Gradually, the memory of the previous night returned, and Ryo felt his face grow warm as a blush stained his cheeks. He remembered it all: dinner at a restaurant, a romantic stroll across the bridge, confessions beneath a streetlamp… The taxi ride back to his apartment was a bit of a blur, but what had followed when they’d arrived was crystal clear in his mind, and his blush deepened.
It had been the second time they’d slept together, but the first time they’d gone all the way, and Dee certainly hadn’t held back. Eyes still closed, Ryo evaluated how he was feeling, noting a certain soreness, discomfort rather than outright pain. He wouldn’t be up to a repeat performance anytime soon, but it hadn’t been awful; strange, embarrassing, definitely weird, but not unpleasant. Dee was a passionate lover, giving pleasure as well as taking it. Last night had been quite an education.
Ryo smiled to himself, listening to Dee breathing beside him, slow and peaceful. One arm was draped across Ryo’s waist as if to keep him from getting away; Ryo was sure if he moved he’d wake his lover.
Instead, he relaxed into the warmth of Dee’s embrace. He wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could.
The End