Fic: Sorry to Burst Your Bubble 4/24 (Harry/Perry/Harmony, R)
Short, sweet, and to the point this time. Thank you so much to everyone who has been reading this so far, and leaving comments! You guys are amazing! :) See you all next week!
Title: Sorry to Burst Your Bubble
Summary: In which Perry has no sense of personal space, Harry is flexible, and Harmony doesn’t really mind.
Word Count: 295
Rating: R for adult themes. Perry/Harry/Harmony.
Disclaimer: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and all characters therein © Shane Black and Co.
Kiss #04: Nose
Harry was drunk. He was drunk and sitting in Perry’s lap. Perry chose to ignore the fact that he was drunk too and glared at the brunette, because, hello! drunken roommate on lap! He slouched lower on the white leather couch, half-hoping the idiot would lose his balance and slide onto the floor. Unfortunately, all the movement did was rub his groin tauntingly against Harry’s.
Harry stifled a guffaw and put a hand on the back of the sofa by Perry’s ear to steady himself. “You trying to molest me, Perry?” he said through an amused grin.
The detective frowned. “That’s not funny, Harry.”
Harry swayed, and his expression turned troubled. He turned his head to look over at the armchair, where Harmony was curled up half-asleep, watching them. She blinked slowly and yawned, nestling further into the chair. Harry looked down at his lap. “I know,” he said.
Then he looked up and smiled at Perry, heartbreakingly beautiful in the sunset light cast across their living room. Carefully, Harry moved so he was resting against Perry full length, his arms draped over Perry’s shoulders, their foreheads touching. Perry practically crossed his eyes trying to bring the huge brown ones an inch in front of them into focus.
The uncharacteristic expression made Harry’s sad smile turn into a silly grin. He sniffed and cleared his throat. “We’re okay, though,” he said, and before Perry could work out what that was supposed to mean, Harry tilted his chin up and kissed Perry on the very tip of his nose.
Perry decided he was too intoxicated to worry about meanings anymore.
Harry’s breath smelled like vodka. His lips were a little dry, and stayed for just a moment as he huffed out cool air through his nose, making Perry blink. When he pulled back, he took one look at Perry’s face and laughed. “Your eyes keep crossing,” he said. “You’re drunk, Perry!”
Title: Sorry to Burst Your Bubble
Summary: In which Perry has no sense of personal space, Harry is flexible, and Harmony doesn’t really mind.
Word Count: 295
Rating: R for adult themes. Perry/Harry/Harmony.
Disclaimer: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and all characters therein © Shane Black and Co.
Kiss #04: Nose
Harry was drunk. He was drunk and sitting in Perry’s lap. Perry chose to ignore the fact that he was drunk too and glared at the brunette, because, hello! drunken roommate on lap! He slouched lower on the white leather couch, half-hoping the idiot would lose his balance and slide onto the floor. Unfortunately, all the movement did was rub his groin tauntingly against Harry’s.
Harry stifled a guffaw and put a hand on the back of the sofa by Perry’s ear to steady himself. “You trying to molest me, Perry?” he said through an amused grin.
The detective frowned. “That’s not funny, Harry.”
Harry swayed, and his expression turned troubled. He turned his head to look over at the armchair, where Harmony was curled up half-asleep, watching them. She blinked slowly and yawned, nestling further into the chair. Harry looked down at his lap. “I know,” he said.
Then he looked up and smiled at Perry, heartbreakingly beautiful in the sunset light cast across their living room. Carefully, Harry moved so he was resting against Perry full length, his arms draped over Perry’s shoulders, their foreheads touching. Perry practically crossed his eyes trying to bring the huge brown ones an inch in front of them into focus.
The uncharacteristic expression made Harry’s sad smile turn into a silly grin. He sniffed and cleared his throat. “We’re okay, though,” he said, and before Perry could work out what that was supposed to mean, Harry tilted his chin up and kissed Perry on the very tip of his nose.
Perry decided he was too intoxicated to worry about meanings anymore.
Harry’s breath smelled like vodka. His lips were a little dry, and stayed for just a moment as he huffed out cool air through his nose, making Perry blink. When he pulled back, he took one look at Perry’s face and laughed. “Your eyes keep crossing,” he said. “You’re drunk, Perry!”