All Eyes on Him (David/Liz, R)
Posted for the davidsinclair Confrontation challenge and also for the numb3rs100 prompt: Adversary...
Title: All Eyes on Him
Pairing/Characters: David/Liz
Rating: R (adult situations)
Word Count: 200
Summary: David confronts a voyeur.
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: I blame magisterequitum and elysium1996 for this - from a conversation about stuffed animals in bedrooms (months ago.)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
He's kissing her. She's wanting more but he's steady, slow. He tastes her long, deep... a hand sliding between his body and hers. She arches into him, whispering his name even as tongues dance. Her eyes are closed, why does he feel like someone's watching?
His hands keep her adequately distracted as he pulls away, his eyes scanning the room. FBI instincts in tact, he's looking for unsolicited visitors. He finds... a stuffed pink unicorn, staring back at him from her nightstand.
It's creepy the way lifeless eyes suddenly look at him, judging his performance... scolding him for his indecency. He doesn't have to take this - not from a damned unicorn. His lips find hers again when she becomes impatient. One hand continues to massage her, touching her just the way she likes, while the other reaches to the nightstand - keeping an eye on the creepy ass animal in case it bites.
He grabs it like he expects it to jump, turning away the pretty pink and probably-not-so-innocent little trinket.
The ass end of a unicorn seems much less judgmental than those glossy eyes.
David breathes contentedly as Liz squirms beneath him. Now... where was he?
Title: All Eyes on Him
Pairing/Characters: David/Liz
Rating: R (adult situations)
Word Count: 200
Summary: David confronts a voyeur.
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: I blame magisterequitum and elysium1996 for this - from a conversation about stuffed animals in bedrooms (months ago.)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
He's kissing her. She's wanting more but he's steady, slow. He tastes her long, deep... a hand sliding between his body and hers. She arches into him, whispering his name even as tongues dance. Her eyes are closed, why does he feel like someone's watching?
His hands keep her adequately distracted as he pulls away, his eyes scanning the room. FBI instincts in tact, he's looking for unsolicited visitors. He finds... a stuffed pink unicorn, staring back at him from her nightstand.
It's creepy the way lifeless eyes suddenly look at him, judging his performance... scolding him for his indecency. He doesn't have to take this - not from a damned unicorn. His lips find hers again when she becomes impatient. One hand continues to massage her, touching her just the way she likes, while the other reaches to the nightstand - keeping an eye on the creepy ass animal in case it bites.
He grabs it like he expects it to jump, turning away the pretty pink and probably-not-so-innocent little trinket.
The ass end of a unicorn seems much less judgmental than those glossy eyes.
David breathes contentedly as Liz squirms beneath him. Now... where was he?