FAKE Double Drabble: Safe
Title: Safe
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ryo feels safe in Dee’s arms.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Secure’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
There’d been a time, not so long ago, that having Dee leaning over him like this, kissing him, hands wandering, would have made Ryo nervous, confused, even uncomfortable, not sure how. or even if, he should respond. It was strange thinking back to that time, to the days when he’d freeze up and push Dee away if Bikky didn’t come to his rescue.
Now, instead of trying to evade Dee’s attentions, Ryo relaxed into the pleasurable assault on his senses, parting his lips to allow Dee’s tongue access, sliding his hand up his partner’s arm, fingers tightening on a muscular bicep.
He sighed into Dee’s mouth, eyes half closed, shifting slightly so Dee’s arm could wrap around him, pulling him closer. Ryo’s other hand found its way to the back of Dee’s neck, fingers tangling in his lover’s hair.
How could he ever have been afraid of this? He’d never felt safer or more secure than when he was in Dee’s arms, feeling the warmth of Dee’s skin through his clothes, savouring the familiar taste of coffee and tobacco, breathing in the scent of Dee’s cologne.
When Dee held him like this, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ryo feels safe in Dee’s arms.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Secure’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
There’d been a time, not so long ago, that having Dee leaning over him like this, kissing him, hands wandering, would have made Ryo nervous, confused, even uncomfortable, not sure how. or even if, he should respond. It was strange thinking back to that time, to the days when he’d freeze up and push Dee away if Bikky didn’t come to his rescue.
Now, instead of trying to evade Dee’s attentions, Ryo relaxed into the pleasurable assault on his senses, parting his lips to allow Dee’s tongue access, sliding his hand up his partner’s arm, fingers tightening on a muscular bicep.
He sighed into Dee’s mouth, eyes half closed, shifting slightly so Dee’s arm could wrap around him, pulling him closer. Ryo’s other hand found its way to the back of Dee’s neck, fingers tangling in his lover’s hair.
How could he ever have been afraid of this? He’d never felt safer or more secure than when he was in Dee’s arms, feeling the warmth of Dee’s skin through his clothes, savouring the familiar taste of coffee and tobacco, breathing in the scent of Dee’s cologne.
When Dee held him like this, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
The End