I dreamed a dream of slashy boys..
I dreamed and it was like fanfic but with visuals.
White Collar, Peter and Neal on the run from something. With a baby in tow. Naturally. Weird mix of impending doom and peril juxtaposed with "Oh look, cute baby and d'aw". The peril was the over-riding though, with all the baby interactions having the undertow of angst and don't frighten the child.
At one, infant is on Peter's knee, jiggling away, waving arms etc. He has been eating ice cream and has a blob on his arm, which Neal bends to lick off in a "Nom nom" game with the child, But child waves his arm randomly, causing Neal to 'kiss' Peter's arm in error. Momentary contact, nothing more but (I told you this was like fanfic)the trigger to greater awareness and frisson and tension.
Angst and peril continues and the baby has disappeared somewhere and then, somehow, mid flight, they suddenly turn and kiss. That sudden, oh my God, cheesy swelling music, moving together so hard it's like they collide rather than join, with impact and clash and gripping of upper arms, urgent, perfect kissing.
Yay.
(Beats the cleaning out the gorillas in Jamie Oliver's private zoo dream that I had the night before.)
White Collar, Peter and Neal on the run from something. With a baby in tow. Naturally. Weird mix of impending doom and peril juxtaposed with "Oh look, cute baby and d'aw". The peril was the over-riding though, with all the baby interactions having the undertow of angst and don't frighten the child.
At one, infant is on Peter's knee, jiggling away, waving arms etc. He has been eating ice cream and has a blob on his arm, which Neal bends to lick off in a "Nom nom" game with the child, But child waves his arm randomly, causing Neal to 'kiss' Peter's arm in error. Momentary contact, nothing more but (I told you this was like fanfic)the trigger to greater awareness and frisson and tension.
Angst and peril continues and the baby has disappeared somewhere and then, somehow, mid flight, they suddenly turn and kiss. That sudden, oh my God, cheesy swelling music, moving together so hard it's like they collide rather than join, with impact and clash and gripping of upper arms, urgent, perfect kissing.
Yay.
(Beats the cleaning out the gorillas in Jamie Oliver's private zoo dream that I had the night before.)