Sugar-Muffin (David/Bobby, PG)
Title: Sugar-Muffin
Author: jaygoose
Pairing: David Hodges/Bobby Dawson
Warnings: Pseudo-conversation; yet another horrible nickname
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They belong not to me.
Summary: Smushy, fluffy goodness.
Author's Notes: Written for the csi50 challenge, set #3, theme #029 (Falling).
Word Count: 286
Sometimes, when he’s fast asleep and you’re still up and dozing, you just watch him. You lay there and memorize every line of his face-the tip of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the length of his lashes and the shape of his lips-and you wonder what makes you so special. Not that you think that you’re extraordinary by any means, but there’s got to be something different about you. Something that makes you stand apart from all the other perfectly suitable people in Las Vegas. Why else would he have chosen you?
You also know that if he knew what you were thinking, he’d laugh right in your face.
“Of all the people in Las Vegas to choose from? You’re kidding right?”
You’d smile back. You’d touch him if he’d let you and say…
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m swatting them off with a nail bat. You hear that pounding?”
You’d probably laugh too.
“That’s the sound of my many suitors beating down my door, clamoring for my attentions. You better be careful. One day one of them might sweep me off my feet and take me far away from here.”
You’d think of a million clever things to say to that but you wouldn’t use any of them.
“Well, I guess I wouldn’t be able to blame ‘em.”
He’d snort and look at you like you’d lost your mind.
“I think yer somethin’ to be beatin’ down doors and clamorin’ about,”
You’d run your fingers through his hair, kiss him and look him straight in those blue eyes you fell so hard for.
“Sugar-muffin.”
Yeah, he’d probably kill you if he knew what you were thinking.
You wouldn’t mind at all.
Author: jaygoose
Pairing: David Hodges/Bobby Dawson
Warnings: Pseudo-conversation; yet another horrible nickname
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They belong not to me.
Summary: Smushy, fluffy goodness.
Author's Notes: Written for the csi50 challenge, set #3, theme #029 (Falling).
Word Count: 286
Sometimes, when he’s fast asleep and you’re still up and dozing, you just watch him. You lay there and memorize every line of his face-the tip of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the length of his lashes and the shape of his lips-and you wonder what makes you so special. Not that you think that you’re extraordinary by any means, but there’s got to be something different about you. Something that makes you stand apart from all the other perfectly suitable people in Las Vegas. Why else would he have chosen you?
You also know that if he knew what you were thinking, he’d laugh right in your face.
“Of all the people in Las Vegas to choose from? You’re kidding right?”
You’d smile back. You’d touch him if he’d let you and say…
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m swatting them off with a nail bat. You hear that pounding?”
You’d probably laugh too.
“That’s the sound of my many suitors beating down my door, clamoring for my attentions. You better be careful. One day one of them might sweep me off my feet and take me far away from here.”
You’d think of a million clever things to say to that but you wouldn’t use any of them.
“Well, I guess I wouldn’t be able to blame ‘em.”
He’d snort and look at you like you’d lost your mind.
“I think yer somethin’ to be beatin’ down doors and clamorin’ about,”
You’d run your fingers through his hair, kiss him and look him straight in those blue eyes you fell so hard for.
“Sugar-muffin.”
Yeah, he’d probably kill you if he knew what you were thinking.
You wouldn’t mind at all.