CSI: Drabble: Sloth Had Rather Serve
Title: Sloth Had Rather Serve
Author: mapsandlegends
Rating: Teen/PG-13
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Warning: Fluffier than previous entries, try not to pass out from the knowledge that there's not enough kink to merit a warning.
Challenge: Sloth, part of the Seven Deadly Sins drabble prompts at gil_loves_greg
Summary: Kinda hard to summarize a drabble without giving it all away, ya know?
Author's Note: First person P.O.V., the reader gets to fill in who's doing what to whom. Title shamelessly stolen from Milton's Paradise Lost. Also, I know this is eleventy bajillion years late (nine months worth of late, actually), but I'm trying to work on Oscillate Wildly and I needed to knock some rust out of the gears.
Disclaimer: Alas, I must continue to live my dreams vicariously through fanfiction. All rights reserved by CBS/Alliance Atlantis/etc.
“Can't lay abed all day, Pet.”
His face is a study in languor, painted with warm drowsiness. He curls away from the light spilling into the room, hiding his face from the sun.
Sitting on the bed next to him, my hand find its way under the comforter pooled at his waist. My fingers trail over his hip and move inward toward the one part of him that I know is already awake and ready to greet the day.
“Don't stop...please,” he begs, pillow muffling his voice.
“Oh, now you're awake?”
My hand moves slowly, deliberately, but doesn't stop.
Author: mapsandlegends
Rating: Teen/PG-13
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Warning: Fluffier than previous entries, try not to pass out from the knowledge that there's not enough kink to merit a warning.
Challenge: Sloth, part of the Seven Deadly Sins drabble prompts at gil_loves_greg
Summary: Kinda hard to summarize a drabble without giving it all away, ya know?
Author's Note: First person P.O.V., the reader gets to fill in who's doing what to whom. Title shamelessly stolen from Milton's Paradise Lost. Also, I know this is eleventy bajillion years late (nine months worth of late, actually), but I'm trying to work on Oscillate Wildly and I needed to knock some rust out of the gears.
Disclaimer: Alas, I must continue to live my dreams vicariously through fanfiction. All rights reserved by CBS/Alliance Atlantis/etc.
“Can't lay abed all day, Pet.”
His face is a study in languor, painted with warm drowsiness. He curls away from the light spilling into the room, hiding his face from the sun.
Sitting on the bed next to him, my hand find its way under the comforter pooled at his waist. My fingers trail over his hip and move inward toward the one part of him that I know is already awake and ready to greet the day.
“Don't stop...please,” he begs, pillow muffling his voice.
“Oh, now you're awake?”
My hand moves slowly, deliberately, but doesn't stop.