lj cut doesn't seem to work for me. >< We'll see if this show s up right.
Shields and Fangs
“How did you find us?”
“Word has it that you are docked in Marseille. I heard it from my brothers and had to come see for myself.”
“Hmm…how fortunate.”
The blond and the brunette rested in soft dark recliners opposite each other, a small wooden table between them. On its surface sat two silver-rimmed glasses and a dark bottle of wine.
The blond smiled at his companion’s response. “You think so, given the circumstances?”
A pair of soft blue eyes met his. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” His lips too curled into a soft smile. He sat his glass aside.
“We have three days…let’s make the most of them.” He too neglected his drink.
The blonde moved around the table and pressed his lips against the brunette’s, cupping the man’s face with light hands. His partner’s tongue responded with equal gentleness as he unbuttoned his shirt with unrushed delicacy. An arm astray pushed the lever on the side of the recliner, and the blonde fell upon the brunette, tossing his subordinate’s belt away with little regard.
***
The sun filtered in through the opening in the shades of the hotel, exposing two toned bodies to the mercy of the morning.
A pair of green eyes watched the brunette sleep with voyeuristic mischief. He ran his hand slowly down the sleeping man’s face…his neck... his torso…
Sliding closer, he wrapped himself along the younger man’s waist. He kissed the bangs from his forehead, finally waking his partner, who wrapped his arms around the dominant man’s neck, curling his leg around his bare hip. The blond responded with a feral growl, indulging in the taste of his partner’s neck, the other man’s still-so-very-innocent advances focusing his arousal.
“I was wondering…how did you manage to get away?”
“I said that I had urgent business relating to the Shield to attend to, and that I would return soon.”
“How wicked of you.”
“Well…” the brunette’s smile widely, running his hand across his bedmate’s exposed torso.
“No one is a saint.”