Bodyswitch [For the Chairman of the Boring]
He wasn't alone.
It was the first time, in a long time. So long, he couldn't even bring himself to count. What was more disturbing, though, had to be the very solid, very male body he happened to be pressed against, warm and very much human, and the fact that the body -- the smell of it and the warm, solid hand resting at the small of his back -- made him feel all... tingly.
Wrapped up in those arms, he felt very safe, very loved, and oddly, very small.
With that thought, his eyes sprang open, a hand flailing immediately to push the strands of long blonde hair plastered across his face... Very small, very delicately female hands. "Oh, bloody hell," he muttered, his eyes widening at the familiarity of the voice that slipped out of him, but before he could scramble to his feet and find a mirror, his eyes fell on the great moronic lump of an ex-demon sprawled out beneath him.
"Oh great."
It was the first time, in a long time. So long, he couldn't even bring himself to count. What was more disturbing, though, had to be the very solid, very male body he happened to be pressed against, warm and very much human, and the fact that the body -- the smell of it and the warm, solid hand resting at the small of his back -- made him feel all... tingly.
Wrapped up in those arms, he felt very safe, very loved, and oddly, very small.
With that thought, his eyes sprang open, a hand flailing immediately to push the strands of long blonde hair plastered across his face... Very small, very delicately female hands. "Oh, bloody hell," he muttered, his eyes widening at the familiarity of the voice that slipped out of him, but before he could scramble to his feet and find a mirror, his eyes fell on the great moronic lump of an ex-demon sprawled out beneath him.
"Oh great."