FICLET: Rum and Coke and Beernuts and Those Little Baby Quiches.
Okay...what the HECK am I doing writing fic at work! AWK! But this bunny just jumped out and sat there all cute and quiet...looking up at me w/those big brown eyes, and I just had to pick it up.
So here's the product of 15 minutes of my typing, thanks to jedi_penguin's first line challenge which can be found here. Note that the VERY AWESOME first line of this is from her fic, Clichéd Betrayals, so if you think that's the best part and the rest of the ficlet sucks...tell her, just don't let it get back to me!
Okay...so rated G (unless two men kissing is PG?), a pairing I'd never expected to write, Joss owns all, takes place post-season 7 probably when they're rebuilding the council. I think that's everything.
Warm mouth, tasting of rum and coke and beernuts and those little baby quiches that real men never eat, and everything else he’s ever wanted. Giles held on for a moment longer before breaking it off to stare at the young man before him. It’d been a surprise to both of them, but he’d obviously achieved something by giving into the impulse because, for the first time he could remember, the boy was speechless.
Then the silence grew long and he struggled to fill it. “Andrew, I apologize, I…”
Andrew shook his head to cut off the words, wanting to savor it for just a moment. He tried to come up with something to describe the euphoric, dizzy feeling as he brought his fingers to his lips in wonder, but not a single one of his pseudo pop-culture references seemed adequate. Darth Vader and Agent Mulder had no place here-this was real.
“I’m sorry, I just assumed…you’re acting so surprised. Almost as if it’s the first time you’ve been kissed.”
Andrew smiled up at the worried eyes that looked down at him. “It was.” Before Giles could protest, he leaned in to see if the second time could be as good as the first.
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Now I should probably go read the fic that first line came from, huh?
So here's the product of 15 minutes of my typing, thanks to jedi_penguin's first line challenge which can be found here. Note that the VERY AWESOME first line of this is from her fic, Clichéd Betrayals, so if you think that's the best part and the rest of the ficlet sucks...tell her, just don't let it get back to me!
Okay...so rated G (unless two men kissing is PG?), a pairing I'd never expected to write, Joss owns all, takes place post-season 7 probably when they're rebuilding the council. I think that's everything.
Warm mouth, tasting of rum and coke and beernuts and those little baby quiches that real men never eat, and everything else he’s ever wanted. Giles held on for a moment longer before breaking it off to stare at the young man before him. It’d been a surprise to both of them, but he’d obviously achieved something by giving into the impulse because, for the first time he could remember, the boy was speechless.
Then the silence grew long and he struggled to fill it. “Andrew, I apologize, I…”
Andrew shook his head to cut off the words, wanting to savor it for just a moment. He tried to come up with something to describe the euphoric, dizzy feeling as he brought his fingers to his lips in wonder, but not a single one of his pseudo pop-culture references seemed adequate. Darth Vader and Agent Mulder had no place here-this was real.
“I’m sorry, I just assumed…you’re acting so surprised. Almost as if it’s the first time you’ve been kissed.”
Andrew smiled up at the worried eyes that looked down at him. “It was.” Before Giles could protest, he leaned in to see if the second time could be as good as the first.
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Now I should probably go read the fic that first line came from, huh?