[Prophets Drabble]
[ian/lee drabble, pg-13 (wow if I do say so myself, they're BEHAVING!) written 3rd March]
You're used to fragile looking people with porcelain skin. Lee's family went on holiday and now that he's back he's more tanned than ever. You feel pale in comparison, and as your finger traces the letters on his t-shirt you can't help thinking this is wrong, this is all so wrong.
The t-shirt is soft, new. He squirms at your touch, eyes falling shut. He smiles serenely, and you watch in wonder.
He made coffee when he came in, but you left it on the kitchen table in favour of intertwining yourselves and falling onto the bed. Now you can smell the mugs of brown liquid, the scent dancing around you.
You haven’t seen him for weeks, and you can’t understand why you’re letting everything consume you. All you’ve been thinking about is ravishing him, right on this very same bed, the moment he walked in, but now he’s here, you can’t seem to do it.
You push his shirt up a little, but sigh quietly and leave it, leaning down until your chest is pressed to his. He’s still smiling, and as you look at his face, you realise his eyes are relaxed and he’s fallen asleep. He came to see you right after getting off the plane; he’s exhausted.
You brush the hair from his face, letting your hand linger on his cheek. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you roll off of him and discard your shirt before slipping under the bedcovers and watching his chest rise and fall until your own eyes fall shut.
You're used to fragile looking people with porcelain skin. Lee's family went on holiday and now that he's back he's more tanned than ever. You feel pale in comparison, and as your finger traces the letters on his t-shirt you can't help thinking this is wrong, this is all so wrong.
The t-shirt is soft, new. He squirms at your touch, eyes falling shut. He smiles serenely, and you watch in wonder.
He made coffee when he came in, but you left it on the kitchen table in favour of intertwining yourselves and falling onto the bed. Now you can smell the mugs of brown liquid, the scent dancing around you.
You haven’t seen him for weeks, and you can’t understand why you’re letting everything consume you. All you’ve been thinking about is ravishing him, right on this very same bed, the moment he walked in, but now he’s here, you can’t seem to do it.
You push his shirt up a little, but sigh quietly and leave it, leaning down until your chest is pressed to his. He’s still smiling, and as you look at his face, you realise his eyes are relaxed and he’s fallen asleep. He came to see you right after getting off the plane; he’s exhausted.
You brush the hair from his face, letting your hand linger on his cheek. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you roll off of him and discard your shirt before slipping under the bedcovers and watching his chest rise and fall until your own eyes fall shut.