Fun Fic Friday!
~Fun Fic Friday~
TGIF! It's the day before the weekend, and what better way to close out a long week than with a fun dose of ficlets and drabbles of Luke & Reid? Or how about some amazing icons or graphics of the guys? Don't be fooled by the name - Fun (Graph)Fic Friday just didn't have the same ring to it. Here's your chance to contribute a short ( Read more... )
TGIF! It's the day before the weekend, and what better way to close out a long week than with a fun dose of ficlets and drabbles of Luke & Reid? Or how about some amazing icons or graphics of the guys? Don't be fooled by the name - Fun (Graph)Fic Friday just didn't have the same ring to it. Here's your chance to contribute a short ( Read more... )
It was snowing outside their cabin. Luke was outside, shoveling, so that they could head back to Oakdale in time for Reid’s medical conference, but there was too much ice. Luke was trying anyway, standing out there in no hat and a red flannel shirt, three sizes too big for him.
“Come in here, you idiot,” Reid had called.
“But your conference?” Luke answered, panting a little.
“Can go on without me.”
Shrugging, Luke tossed down the shovel and trudged back to the cabin, the snow crunching under his boots, his breath making smoke in the air.
“Smell great out here, doesn’t it?” Luke grinned at him. “The air smells like pine trees.”
Reid didn’t bother to answer. He’d watched as Luke reached the porch, leaning against the doorframe. Luke’s eyes met Reid’s and his silly grin faded.
They lunged at each other. Reid’s hands working the buttons of Luke’s flannel, fingering his chest hair. Luke’s hand at the back of Reid’s head.
They stumble backwards into the cabin, not making it to the bed.
***
Reid watched Luke sleep. His body was curled up in the bed, his knees tucked to his chest, his hand like a pillow at his face, his breathing even. The fire was crackling, warming Luke’s skin. Reid’s eyes tracked the movements of Luke’s chest rising and falling. He’d only left Luke to dispose of the condom. He’d been gone less than a minute, but Luke was already making those snores that signaled a deep sleep.
Luke always claimed he wanted to talk after sex, but they never did. Luke crashed out every single time.
With a tiny smile, Reid picked up Emma’s handmade quilt from the rocking chair. He eased his body down next to Luke’s. Carefully, Reid covered them both with the quilt. He buried his face in the back of Luke’s hair, and wrapped his arm around Luke's waist, his fingers splayed at Luke's ribs.
"I love you." Reid kissed Luke's hair, his shoulder, his neck. "I always will."
Luke sighed in his sleep.
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Aww!
This gave me the warm fuzzies. I loved it.
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