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Title: Bedhead
Author: Miriam (
miri_d)
Rating: PG-13, I think.
Prompt: A fic to do with this photoshoot:
http://dags.freeservers.com/cgi-bin/i/dave-gill/print1/rollingstone1.jpg . For
wotchered .
Summary: When David blurs the line between private and public.
Notes: Doubledrabblefic. I'm not really proud of it. At all. I don't even like it anymore. It is stupid and silly and the writing sucks, but at least I managed to crank it out, eh? Maybe my other two will be better, once I actually write them >_>;
What a covers hog. Jesus Christ, and it wasn't like she hadn't ever seen it before. She had sucked it, for Christ's sake. Plus, he was wearing those ridiculously tight briefs that Mulder liked and David hated, though that was unavoidable because the public was supposed to think he wasn't wearing anything at all. And then, the surprisingly annoying photographer for Rolling Stone (you'd think such a prestigious magazine as Rolling Stone could hire someone with a better "bedside manner", so to speak) called "Do something silly!" and David plastered the most ridiculous and stupid smile she'd ever seen on his face, and yanked the covers. So, she rolled with him. It was instinctive, after so many nights spent in bed together. And suddenly she was sprawled on top of him, and he had such an intensely wicked expression on his face, and she knew it was because her head was in front of his in the camera's sightline, and that he'd done it on purpose. That was their face, the one he only showed her when he had something particularly kinky up his sleeve. The one the public never saw. And they shan't, she vowed, and she bent her head and kissed him until the expression went away.