Better Legs
((First post, yay!))
Disclaimer: the BBC owns everything. including my soul. Title: Better Legs
Pairing: Sheriff/Guy
Warnings: Slashy goodness.
Spoilers: Set after Get Carter but no real spoilers.
Raiting: PG 13(?)
Summury/Writters notes: After rewatching Get Carter, two certain lines stuck in my head, this is the result. (Missing Scene from the endof the episode)
Better Legs
“What’s wrong with my legs?”
Vasey looked up and frowned at Guy. “What?”
“You said; if you’d wanted a wife, you’d have picked one with better legs...what’s wrong with my legs?” Vasey rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
“You have no idea how childish you sound, Gisborne.” He said. But then he reached out and rested one hand on the younger man’s thigh. “Your legs are fine.” He squeezed gently and Guy seemed happy enough for a moment.
Guy was sitting on the very edge of Vasey’s desk while Vasey himself was trying to work. Guy was proving to be something of a distraction though.
“But why did you say it if-” Vasey cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
“You’re a pain in my neck, Gisborne!” Guy jumped at the sudden loudness of the sheriff’s voice. He was always rather wary when the man shouted, because it usually meant some kind of trouble for him. The hand still on his leg tightened so that he could feel fingernails digging into his skin, even through leather.
Vasey shoved the papers he had been writing on to one side.
In one move he leant forwards and slid his hand up Guy’s leg letting his nails drag. His finger came to rest on Guy’s inner thigh, stroking more gently than the previous harsh movement. Guy nearly leant back from this touch, but reminded himself it would be far worse if he did. Vasey’s other hand was now on the back of his head and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Guy felt a tug on his hair and moved with it until he was lying on the desk. The sheriff pulled back until he was standing, smirking down at Guy.
“While we’re on the subject, Gisborne...You never did kiss my ring.”
Disclaimer: the BBC owns everything. including my soul. Title: Better Legs
Pairing: Sheriff/Guy
Warnings: Slashy goodness.
Spoilers: Set after Get Carter but no real spoilers.
Raiting: PG 13(?)
Summury/Writters notes: After rewatching Get Carter, two certain lines stuck in my head, this is the result. (Missing Scene from the endof the episode)
Better Legs
“What’s wrong with my legs?”
Vasey looked up and frowned at Guy. “What?”
“You said; if you’d wanted a wife, you’d have picked one with better legs...what’s wrong with my legs?” Vasey rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
“You have no idea how childish you sound, Gisborne.” He said. But then he reached out and rested one hand on the younger man’s thigh. “Your legs are fine.” He squeezed gently and Guy seemed happy enough for a moment.
Guy was sitting on the very edge of Vasey’s desk while Vasey himself was trying to work. Guy was proving to be something of a distraction though.
“But why did you say it if-” Vasey cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
“You’re a pain in my neck, Gisborne!” Guy jumped at the sudden loudness of the sheriff’s voice. He was always rather wary when the man shouted, because it usually meant some kind of trouble for him. The hand still on his leg tightened so that he could feel fingernails digging into his skin, even through leather.
Vasey shoved the papers he had been writing on to one side.
In one move he leant forwards and slid his hand up Guy’s leg letting his nails drag. His finger came to rest on Guy’s inner thigh, stroking more gently than the previous harsh movement. Guy nearly leant back from this touch, but reminded himself it would be far worse if he did. Vasey’s other hand was now on the back of his head and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Guy felt a tug on his hair and moved with it until he was lying on the desk. The sheriff pulled back until he was standing, smirking down at Guy.
“While we’re on the subject, Gisborne...You never did kiss my ring.”