About Last Night...
Title: About Last Night...
Author: Me
Spoilers: None
Rating: It's not even worth rating!
Word Count: 329
Pairings: Gene/Sam
Summary: There was a long pause while Gene considered what he was about to say...
Notes: This is just a peice of absolute nonsense! I had the opening image of Gene in my head and couldn't manage to make it into a proper fic, but hopefully it'll bring a smile to a few faces.
Jen :)
Gene stood by the window surveying all he owned.
One hand was leant against the wooden frame, whilst the other held a glass tumbler with the remaining dregs of last night’s whiskey.
He was wearing a green shirt.
It was unbuttoned.
From the bed, the cheeks of his backside could just be seen beneath the shirt tails.
“Come back to bed.”
Sam called from the bed, half consumed by sleep.
Gene didn’t speak.
“What’s the matter?”
There was a long pause while Gene considered what he was about to say.
“Did you err…did you go with men in Hyde then?”
There was a distinct note of jealousy in Gene’s voice.
Sam was stunned.
He didn’t have an answer.
He hadn’t been expecting the question.
Gene’s stare remained fixed on the great city of Manchester outside the window.
Sam got out of bed, slipped into his trousers, sprawled across the floor, and walked round to Gene. He ran his arms around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
He whispered,
“No.”
Gene turned and kissed his forehead.
He brushed past Sam and got back under the bed covers.
Sam followed.
Sam lifted Gene’s arm and nuzzled his head into the dip of his shoulder.
Gene stroked his hair gently.
“Because if you had, you do know I would have had to kill them all, don’t you?”
Sam smiled.
“I know Gene, I know.”
“Good.”
They lay cuddled in early morning romance.
Sam broke the lazy silence.
“Did I detect a hint of jealousy, Gene Hunt?”
“Not bloody likely!”
Sam looked up to Gene. He was pouting, a sure sign he was lying.
“Okay, maybe just a little bit.”
Sam leant up and kissed Gene’s nose.
“Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Sammy lad.”
And with that, Sam descended beneath the sheets and shimmied the length of Gene’s body.
Not without the familiar force of Gene’s hand on the back of his head.
Author: Me
Spoilers: None
Rating: It's not even worth rating!
Word Count: 329
Pairings: Gene/Sam
Summary: There was a long pause while Gene considered what he was about to say...
Notes: This is just a peice of absolute nonsense! I had the opening image of Gene in my head and couldn't manage to make it into a proper fic, but hopefully it'll bring a smile to a few faces.
Jen :)
Gene stood by the window surveying all he owned.
One hand was leant against the wooden frame, whilst the other held a glass tumbler with the remaining dregs of last night’s whiskey.
He was wearing a green shirt.
It was unbuttoned.
From the bed, the cheeks of his backside could just be seen beneath the shirt tails.
“Come back to bed.”
Sam called from the bed, half consumed by sleep.
Gene didn’t speak.
“What’s the matter?”
There was a long pause while Gene considered what he was about to say.
“Did you err…did you go with men in Hyde then?”
There was a distinct note of jealousy in Gene’s voice.
Sam was stunned.
He didn’t have an answer.
He hadn’t been expecting the question.
Gene’s stare remained fixed on the great city of Manchester outside the window.
Sam got out of bed, slipped into his trousers, sprawled across the floor, and walked round to Gene. He ran his arms around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
He whispered,
“No.”
Gene turned and kissed his forehead.
He brushed past Sam and got back under the bed covers.
Sam followed.
Sam lifted Gene’s arm and nuzzled his head into the dip of his shoulder.
Gene stroked his hair gently.
“Because if you had, you do know I would have had to kill them all, don’t you?”
Sam smiled.
“I know Gene, I know.”
“Good.”
They lay cuddled in early morning romance.
Sam broke the lazy silence.
“Did I detect a hint of jealousy, Gene Hunt?”
“Not bloody likely!”
Sam looked up to Gene. He was pouting, a sure sign he was lying.
“Okay, maybe just a little bit.”
Sam leant up and kissed Gene’s nose.
“Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Sammy lad.”
And with that, Sam descended beneath the sheets and shimmied the length of Gene’s body.
Not without the familiar force of Gene’s hand on the back of his head.