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Title: Dainty
Prompt: Hands (from sweetstallion :P)
Words (not counting this): 157 (exactly :P)
Pairing: Sucre/T-Bag
"You have dainty hands." Came the voice near his ear. Theodore Bagwell was sitting by himself, playing solitaire with bliss on his face when the remark arouse from the lips of his new travel-partner. Brown eyes full of disbelief stared at Fernando Sucre, who only smiled.
"Dainty? -Dainty-? What are ya, queer?" Theodore snapped at him, causing the younger man to back away laughing at him with those pretty brown eyes.
'No, papi, ain't queer. Ya just got dainty hands, girlish almost. Your hands is...slender and you have long fingers. Ya'see? Girlish and dainty." Theodore shuffled his cards, having lost track of the game and set down the deck onto the table, pushing his chair back with a rough sound of finality.
"You know what..." The southerner drawled, pulling his hands to his sides. There was an odd look on his witchy face, a smile. "I'm gonna show you how hard these dainty hands hit."
Prompt: Hands (from sweetstallion :P)
Words (not counting this): 157 (exactly :P)
Pairing: Sucre/T-Bag
"You have dainty hands." Came the voice near his ear. Theodore Bagwell was sitting by himself, playing solitaire with bliss on his face when the remark arouse from the lips of his new travel-partner. Brown eyes full of disbelief stared at Fernando Sucre, who only smiled.
"Dainty? -Dainty-? What are ya, queer?" Theodore snapped at him, causing the younger man to back away laughing at him with those pretty brown eyes.
'No, papi, ain't queer. Ya just got dainty hands, girlish almost. Your hands is...slender and you have long fingers. Ya'see? Girlish and dainty." Theodore shuffled his cards, having lost track of the game and set down the deck onto the table, pushing his chair back with a rough sound of finality.
"You know what..." The southerner drawled, pulling his hands to his sides. There was an odd look on his witchy face, a smile. "I'm gonna show you how hard these dainty hands hit."