Mad Hatter/Rumplestiltskin + Leather Pants
The sound was crackling. Enticing. Arousing.
Rumplestiltskin started up on his seat, alert and eyeing the other man. The Mad Hatter leaned closer over the table, hat in his hand and eyes narrowed. The two continued their staring competition. The imp’s overly large eyes with their oddly shaped pupils bore into those of the Hatter. They both knew none was going to win this game.
“So,” The Hatter finally said. “This is your offer. Your company.”
The golden man let out a loud laugh. “Isn’t it enough?” He said, giggling still.
“I wouldn’t call it a great deal. Your company won’t keep me sane.” The Hatter retorted.
Rumplestiltskin moved his hands about. “You didn’t ask to remain sane. You asked for some distraction. That I can give.”
Crackle. The Mad Hatter’s eyes finally shot to the other man’s pants which earned him another snicker. Leather.
“It seems I already distract you.” The imp chortled.
“So long as I finish these hats,” The Hatter started but Rumplestiltskin shushed him by holding up a hand, lean fingers brought closer to the Hatter’s lips until they touched. The Hatter gripped the arms of the chair hard until his knuckles turned white. “You will finish them, dearie. After all, I’m here to help.”
The Hatter calmed and his grip on the chair loosened. Rumplestiltskin moved, the delicious sound of his pants claiming the Mad Hatter’s eyes again. The man licked his lips.
“It sounds like another deal to me.”
“Well, then. We can make it two. My lucky day.” The imp swirled his hands around. “Not one but two deals.” He giggled at an odd frequency.
“You named your price for the distraction and I agreed. Now name yours for helping me make these hats.” The Hatter demanded, and felt he was grabbed by the arm by the golden man. Large eyes penetrated his as the imp took his time to think of his price. Then he licked his lips.
“My price,” he whispered, “is this…..”
..
Both men were working in silence. Occasionally a giggle could be heard. It would usually start with Rumplestiltskin’s high-pitched gurgling, but would quickly be followed by a perfect imitation by the Hatter at his side. Both men for a moment forgot how it was to be lonely. And both men were wearing tight leather pants.
“It’s been a good deal.” Rumplestiltskin said gleefully. “Leather pants suit you just fine.”
It was a price the Mad Hatter had been more than pleased to pay.
Rumplestiltskin started up on his seat, alert and eyeing the other man. The Mad Hatter leaned closer over the table, hat in his hand and eyes narrowed. The two continued their staring competition. The imp’s overly large eyes with their oddly shaped pupils bore into those of the Hatter. They both knew none was going to win this game.
“So,” The Hatter finally said. “This is your offer. Your company.”
The golden man let out a loud laugh. “Isn’t it enough?” He said, giggling still.
“I wouldn’t call it a great deal. Your company won’t keep me sane.” The Hatter retorted.
Rumplestiltskin moved his hands about. “You didn’t ask to remain sane. You asked for some distraction. That I can give.”
Crackle. The Mad Hatter’s eyes finally shot to the other man’s pants which earned him another snicker. Leather.
“It seems I already distract you.” The imp chortled.
“So long as I finish these hats,” The Hatter started but Rumplestiltskin shushed him by holding up a hand, lean fingers brought closer to the Hatter’s lips until they touched. The Hatter gripped the arms of the chair hard until his knuckles turned white. “You will finish them, dearie. After all, I’m here to help.”
The Hatter calmed and his grip on the chair loosened. Rumplestiltskin moved, the delicious sound of his pants claiming the Mad Hatter’s eyes again. The man licked his lips.
“It sounds like another deal to me.”
“Well, then. We can make it two. My lucky day.” The imp swirled his hands around. “Not one but two deals.” He giggled at an odd frequency.
“You named your price for the distraction and I agreed. Now name yours for helping me make these hats.” The Hatter demanded, and felt he was grabbed by the arm by the golden man. Large eyes penetrated his as the imp took his time to think of his price. Then he licked his lips.
“My price,” he whispered, “is this…..”
..
Both men were working in silence. Occasionally a giggle could be heard. It would usually start with Rumplestiltskin’s high-pitched gurgling, but would quickly be followed by a perfect imitation by the Hatter at his side. Both men for a moment forgot how it was to be lonely. And both men were wearing tight leather pants.
“It’s been a good deal.” Rumplestiltskin said gleefully. “Leather pants suit you just fine.”
It was a price the Mad Hatter had been more than pleased to pay.