Twist it. Lick it. Dunk it. [weiß kreuz, bradxschu]
title: Twist it. Lick it. Dunk it.(a.k.a. Oreo Power and Brad’s Precognition Skills)
author: yumeyana
pairing: crawford x schuldig
rating: pg-13
genre: uh, does precognitive seduction fall into any genre?
summary: schuldig always knew that brad was way beyond his expectations. but this was about to tip him into insanity.
Author’s Notes: This is my first Weiß fic, first Schwartz fic, first Brad x Schuldig fic. And this was the fruit of the boredom in one of my classes and lack of sleep because of so many school requirements. Please be kind. I hope I got them ok.
Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz and all its characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and all his associates. If these two were mine, all hell would break loose. In a very nice way of course. *smirk*
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Twist it. Lick it. Dunk it.
(a.k.a. Oreo Power and Brad’s Precognition Skills)
Twist.
He had never known or imagined that it was possible. Then again, Brad Crawford had always been beyond his expectations.
But who would’ve known that watching Crawford - prim, proper, business-mannered and business-centered bastard that he was - could arouse a lot of his senses just by eating Oreos?!
Schuldig bit his lip, trying hard not to let his lips elicit any sound. It was supposed to innocent, he thought, the way the pre-cog ate the said cookies. After all, it was the way to eat it as advertised on television. But…
Lick.
Maybe it was the way Crawford’s left hand twisted the cookie slowly. Or maybe it was how only so little of that tongue licked around the white stuffing before he put the two sides back together and dunked it on the glass of fresh milk in front of him. Maybe it was how Crawford bit through the part he dunked on the milk. Maybe it was how casually child-like it looked like that it was sensual.
Maybe it was all those put together.
Damn you, Brad Crawford.
Whatever it was, it was driving Schuldig to the edge of insanity. And Schuldig wasn’t exactly the kind of person who’d just sit back and let his aroused senses pass him by; damn Crawford for being the pre-cog that he was. He knew this was going to happen.
Dunk.
He crossed that distance from the sofa in Crawford’s office to the chair near the coffee table where the latter was. The bespectacled man looked up from the book he was reading, merely raising an eyebrow. Schuldig, without a word of warning, removed the older man’s glasses and tossed it aside before claiming the latter’s mouth with a speed he was known for.
Nagi rolled his eyes as he saw the side of Crawford’s lips show a small satisfied smirk. If Crawford wanted something, the Oracle would be sure to get it.
Even if it did involve something as childish as a bunch of vanilla-stuffed chocolate cookies.
.owari
.335 words
.20sept05. 03:57p.
author: yumeyana
pairing: crawford x schuldig
rating: pg-13
genre: uh, does precognitive seduction fall into any genre?
summary: schuldig always knew that brad was way beyond his expectations. but this was about to tip him into insanity.
Author’s Notes: This is my first Weiß fic, first Schwartz fic, first Brad x Schuldig fic. And this was the fruit of the boredom in one of my classes and lack of sleep because of so many school requirements. Please be kind. I hope I got them ok.
Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz and all its characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and all his associates. If these two were mine, all hell would break loose. In a very nice way of course. *smirk*
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Twist it. Lick it. Dunk it.
(a.k.a. Oreo Power and Brad’s Precognition Skills)
Twist.
He had never known or imagined that it was possible. Then again, Brad Crawford had always been beyond his expectations.
But who would’ve known that watching Crawford - prim, proper, business-mannered and business-centered bastard that he was - could arouse a lot of his senses just by eating Oreos?!
Schuldig bit his lip, trying hard not to let his lips elicit any sound. It was supposed to innocent, he thought, the way the pre-cog ate the said cookies. After all, it was the way to eat it as advertised on television. But…
Lick.
Maybe it was the way Crawford’s left hand twisted the cookie slowly. Or maybe it was how only so little of that tongue licked around the white stuffing before he put the two sides back together and dunked it on the glass of fresh milk in front of him. Maybe it was how Crawford bit through the part he dunked on the milk. Maybe it was how casually child-like it looked like that it was sensual.
Maybe it was all those put together.
Damn you, Brad Crawford.
Whatever it was, it was driving Schuldig to the edge of insanity. And Schuldig wasn’t exactly the kind of person who’d just sit back and let his aroused senses pass him by; damn Crawford for being the pre-cog that he was. He knew this was going to happen.
Dunk.
He crossed that distance from the sofa in Crawford’s office to the chair near the coffee table where the latter was. The bespectacled man looked up from the book he was reading, merely raising an eyebrow. Schuldig, without a word of warning, removed the older man’s glasses and tossed it aside before claiming the latter’s mouth with a speed he was known for.
Nagi rolled his eyes as he saw the side of Crawford’s lips show a small satisfied smirk. If Crawford wanted something, the Oracle would be sure to get it.
Even if it did involve something as childish as a bunch of vanilla-stuffed chocolate cookies.
.owari
.335 words
.20sept05. 03:57p.