Drabble-ganza 3 - #3 Angel/Jack (Ats/Lost)
Man, I am totally going to blow you guys away with this one, she thought as she typed furiously. I know it seems like I've been doing a lot of writing, but I wrote these over the last month or so here and there. This one's a crossover! With Lost! Angel and Jack are going to rock your world! *ahem* Let's just say I've been wanting to write this since that ep with Jack in Thailand. (OH! And I haven't seen the end of the last season of Lost so try not to spoil me, okay?) More than a drabble for
Memory
Angel traced the tattoos on Jack’s arm, the humid heat making his skin feel damp in the small Thai hut.
“Hmm, you’re up,” the sleepy human murmured, brown eyes flicking up to even browner ones.
“Not much of a sleeper,” Angel responded, head lowering to lick the new wounds, taste the ink used.
“Can’t say I mind,” Jack twisted to face Angel, tugging his head up for a kiss, fingers tracing over Angel’s shoulder blade, the tattoo he knew so well by now.
“Good news for me,” Angel’s mouth was covering Jack’s, tongue twining together, Jack’s skin spiking in temperature. He wasn’t going to forget this. It wasn’t just the tattoo that would remind him. He doubted he’d be much of a sleeper either once there was no longer a metallic taste on his tongue, and a heavy, strong body against his. His hips flicked against Angel’s and they rolled over in the bed, both of them covering each other in reminders.
The next prompt is Box
A/N: I'm just doing these for me. Whatever pairing strikes my fancy. Not givin' 'em out this time. Enjoy. :)
Memory
Angel traced the tattoos on Jack’s arm, the humid heat making his skin feel damp in the small Thai hut.
“Hmm, you’re up,” the sleepy human murmured, brown eyes flicking up to even browner ones.
“Not much of a sleeper,” Angel responded, head lowering to lick the new wounds, taste the ink used.
“Can’t say I mind,” Jack twisted to face Angel, tugging his head up for a kiss, fingers tracing over Angel’s shoulder blade, the tattoo he knew so well by now.
“Good news for me,” Angel’s mouth was covering Jack’s, tongue twining together, Jack’s skin spiking in temperature. He wasn’t going to forget this. It wasn’t just the tattoo that would remind him. He doubted he’d be much of a sleeper either once there was no longer a metallic taste on his tongue, and a heavy, strong body against his. His hips flicked against Angel’s and they rolled over in the bed, both of them covering each other in reminders.
The next prompt is Box
A/N: I'm just doing these for me. Whatever pairing strikes my fancy. Not givin' 'em out this time. Enjoy. :)