SPN drabble: on the importance of counting to one hundred
I wrote a drabble for mickeym, because she gets so sad about misuse of the term. Then I looked at what I'd posted and my eyes told me it was 99 words, although Word had told me 100. That's just a mean thing to do to a person. I choose to believe that I'm right and Word is wrong, so this version has a bonus adjective.
on the importance of counting to one hundred
Sam/Dean, no spoilers, 100 words no really
on the importance of counting to one hundred
"I'm not counting." Sam pushed up against Dean's hand. "Stupid idea--"
Dean lifted his hand. "Yeah?"
Sam glared, seeing Dean's wicked grin in the headlights of a passing car. "One." Dean unzipped Sam's pants. Another pair of headlights. "Two." Dean was good with his hands. More cars passed. "Twenty-one. Twenty-two."
"Don't lose count." Dean twisted his hand.
Sam breathed through clenched teeth. A pair of high beams nearly blinded him. "Fifty-seven." Perfect, tight grip. "Seventy-th-three… God!"
Dean sat back. "Knew I could get you off before a hundred cars passed. You're easy."
"I hate you," Sam said. "I really do."
on the importance of counting to one hundred
Sam/Dean, no spoilers, 100 words no really
on the importance of counting to one hundred
"I'm not counting." Sam pushed up against Dean's hand. "Stupid idea--"
Dean lifted his hand. "Yeah?"
Sam glared, seeing Dean's wicked grin in the headlights of a passing car. "One." Dean unzipped Sam's pants. Another pair of headlights. "Two." Dean was good with his hands. More cars passed. "Twenty-one. Twenty-two."
"Don't lose count." Dean twisted his hand.
Sam breathed through clenched teeth. A pair of high beams nearly blinded him. "Fifty-seven." Perfect, tight grip. "Seventy-th-three… God!"
Dean sat back. "Knew I could get you off before a hundred cars passed. You're easy."
"I hate you," Sam said. "I really do."