[Lostprophets Ficlet]
[ian/lee fic, inspired by pic-spamming of the lostprophet kind. Yummy. Ahem anyway, it was for sour_kitty and I posted it to her on her LJ already anyway, but oh well. Pg-13, and no capitilization coz that's the mood I was in when I wrote it].
no-one ever thought anything about lee was out of the ordinary. he wasn't sullen; when they took pictures he smiled. but it was always this soft, barely content smile he'd created and forced upon his face especially for picture taking in uncomfortable circumstances. still, it was a smile and no-one desputed that. no-one looked any deeper than that.
it was after the 'prophet set at a festival one afternoon when you'd both collapsed behind one of the tents, lee pulling off his shirt and flopping onto his back, and you propping yourself up against the wall so you wouldn't topple over and accidentally swallow your own tongue or anything; you were that exhausted. one of the security guards, just a legitimate term for fat, grouchy people who kept the fangirls away, dropped a bottle of water from out of a bucket of ice into your lap, and you clutched at it lazily.
"nothin' like a cold drink between your thighs on a hot day." you said, and it was when lee cranked his head back to look at you, nose wrinkled and teeth showing from an uncontrollable, but exhausted looking grin, you realised that look accompanied by that wheezed giggle, was his real smile.
no-one ever thought anything about lee was out of the ordinary. he wasn't sullen; when they took pictures he smiled. but it was always this soft, barely content smile he'd created and forced upon his face especially for picture taking in uncomfortable circumstances. still, it was a smile and no-one desputed that. no-one looked any deeper than that.
it was after the 'prophet set at a festival one afternoon when you'd both collapsed behind one of the tents, lee pulling off his shirt and flopping onto his back, and you propping yourself up against the wall so you wouldn't topple over and accidentally swallow your own tongue or anything; you were that exhausted. one of the security guards, just a legitimate term for fat, grouchy people who kept the fangirls away, dropped a bottle of water from out of a bucket of ice into your lap, and you clutched at it lazily.
"nothin' like a cold drink between your thighs on a hot day." you said, and it was when lee cranked his head back to look at you, nose wrinkled and teeth showing from an uncontrollable, but exhausted looking grin, you realised that look accompanied by that wheezed giggle, was his real smile.