TrickyFish for Easter!!!
Title: It's only Temporary
Pairing: TrickyFish
Word Count: 323
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I haven’t yet decided if it’s msktrnanny’s fault or the kiddo’s. (If I can blame someone else, I’m going to!)
Inspired by the Childling, that’s for sure….
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Lance tip toed through the house, following the angry grumbling. It wasn’t loud, but with everyone else outside the rest of the house was silent, so it wasn’t hard to miss. The hallway opened into the living room and Lance stopped in his tracks. He tried very very hard not to laugh.
“I can hear your thoughts, you know,” Chris muttered since the handle of a pair of scissors was clutched between his teeth. Spread out around him were the contents of someone’s Easter basket, though Lance wasn’t quite sure whose, since they hadn’t gotten anything for each other. One of Chris’s hands rested on his knee while the other was firmly pressing a facecloth onto the backside of his other arm.
Lance carefully stepped into the room, still trying to smother a laugh. Instead, he wore a careful smile and sat on the floor next to Chris. “What are you doing?” he finally asked as curiosity got the better of him.
Chris carefully lifted the facecloth and peeled up the corner of a slip of paper beneath. “One of the kids got temporary tattoos for Easter,” he explained. “Batman!”
“Of course!” Now he noticed the other prints up and down Chris’s arms, on the back of his hands, one or two on his legs. “And you’re what . . . Putting them on you so you can get them colored in?” Lance guessed.
Chris rolled his eyes and thumped the heel of his palm on Lance’s forehead. “No, silly! But I did have to make sure they worked properly.”
Lance nodded, because in Chris’s world, that was a completely reasonable explanation. He leaned over to kiss Chris quickly, stood up and finally did laugh. How had Chris gotten one in the middle of his forehead? Probably better not to ask. “Joe is cranking up the grill whenever you’re ready to come out and play with the grown ups,” Lance finally told him.
Pairing: TrickyFish
Word Count: 323
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I haven’t yet decided if it’s msktrnanny’s fault or the kiddo’s. (If I can blame someone else, I’m going to!)
Inspired by the Childling, that’s for sure….
****
Lance tip toed through the house, following the angry grumbling. It wasn’t loud, but with everyone else outside the rest of the house was silent, so it wasn’t hard to miss. The hallway opened into the living room and Lance stopped in his tracks. He tried very very hard not to laugh.
“I can hear your thoughts, you know,” Chris muttered since the handle of a pair of scissors was clutched between his teeth. Spread out around him were the contents of someone’s Easter basket, though Lance wasn’t quite sure whose, since they hadn’t gotten anything for each other. One of Chris’s hands rested on his knee while the other was firmly pressing a facecloth onto the backside of his other arm.
Lance carefully stepped into the room, still trying to smother a laugh. Instead, he wore a careful smile and sat on the floor next to Chris. “What are you doing?” he finally asked as curiosity got the better of him.
Chris carefully lifted the facecloth and peeled up the corner of a slip of paper beneath. “One of the kids got temporary tattoos for Easter,” he explained. “Batman!”
“Of course!” Now he noticed the other prints up and down Chris’s arms, on the back of his hands, one or two on his legs. “And you’re what . . . Putting them on you so you can get them colored in?” Lance guessed.
Chris rolled his eyes and thumped the heel of his palm on Lance’s forehead. “No, silly! But I did have to make sure they worked properly.”
Lance nodded, because in Chris’s world, that was a completely reasonable explanation. He leaned over to kiss Chris quickly, stood up and finally did laugh. How had Chris gotten one in the middle of his forehead? Probably better not to ask. “Joe is cranking up the grill whenever you’re ready to come out and play with the grown ups,” Lance finally told him.