A few Hump Day multi-fandom drabbles!
I can't quite get the full fic engine revved, but I had enough ideas bouncing around that 100 word bursts seemed to work! As a bonus, these are all just a wee bit naughty!
Toby doesn't talk if he doesn't have to. Generally, if he can't say it in five words or less, he doesn't bother. "You brood excellently," she likes to tease.
But he speaks to Spencer with his eyes. And his hands never shut up. They bite into her shoulders, murmur "I missed you today." They grip her hips, telling her "I won't ever leave you," and anchor fingers knuckle-deep inside her to whisper, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." When she traces his thumb with her tongue and tastes herself on his skin, he sighs, "You saved me."
She hears it loud and clear.
Mel always runs into Joey at the fridge around midnight… framed by the interior light as he drinks milk straight out of the carton. It's ridiculous. He's, like, the Lucky Vanous of milk. Shirtless, his sweatpants clinging low on his hips… it's practically obscene. After the first time, she told him to label the carton, *and* replace what he pilfers. She can just make out "Joe" in thick, block letters.
It would be so easy to scrawl her name across his broad back. Property of Mel Burke. He'd do her body good… but she's not so sure about her heart.
"C'mon, Chloe, let me make you purr." It'd be hopelessly clichéd, like every other pickup line Alek uses on her, except that he's totally capable of doing it. So close she can hear his heartbeat, and how it skips because of her. Pressing the pad of his tongue to her throat and licking her. The first time he'd sniffed her, she thought it was gross, but now, as he scents her and tastes her and pins her to the wall, Chloe *does* want to purr. And she wants to claw grooves into his back and remind him who's in charge.
Toby doesn't talk if he doesn't have to. Generally, if he can't say it in five words or less, he doesn't bother. "You brood excellently," she likes to tease.
But he speaks to Spencer with his eyes. And his hands never shut up. They bite into her shoulders, murmur "I missed you today." They grip her hips, telling her "I won't ever leave you," and anchor fingers knuckle-deep inside her to whisper, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." When she traces his thumb with her tongue and tastes herself on his skin, he sighs, "You saved me."
She hears it loud and clear.
Mel always runs into Joey at the fridge around midnight… framed by the interior light as he drinks milk straight out of the carton. It's ridiculous. He's, like, the Lucky Vanous of milk. Shirtless, his sweatpants clinging low on his hips… it's practically obscene. After the first time, she told him to label the carton, *and* replace what he pilfers. She can just make out "Joe" in thick, block letters.
It would be so easy to scrawl her name across his broad back. Property of Mel Burke. He'd do her body good… but she's not so sure about her heart.
"C'mon, Chloe, let me make you purr." It'd be hopelessly clichéd, like every other pickup line Alek uses on her, except that he's totally capable of doing it. So close she can hear his heartbeat, and how it skips because of her. Pressing the pad of his tongue to her throat and licking her. The first time he'd sniffed her, she thought it was gross, but now, as he scents her and tastes her and pins her to the wall, Chloe *does* want to purr. And she wants to claw grooves into his back and remind him who's in charge.