CT 50.4: 49.2: Useful.
OOC: This baby is for daughterof_evil, who requested a Miles and Sasha Lick!Fic. And oh, is this ever backdated.
"Stop it."
"Why?"
Miles glared. Although he wasn't moving, so the glare didn't have a direct focus. Unless you counted the television dead ahead of them as direct focus. So when Sasha did it again, not only was he subject to it, she was not subject to the glare. Because he had yet to turn his head. And if he did, she wouldn't've been able to do that again. She also would've been subject to the glare.
Not that the glare would've made a dent, but it would mean Miles would've been able to offer up a better protest than 'stop it'. That would count later. Even if it only counted to him. He needed these little dignities. Because--
She did it again.
Miles couldn't remember why he needed his little dignities anymore.
"God damn it."
"Oh please."
They had to leave soon. They were meeting Sonny for dinner, and his grandfather would not take kindly to them being late. Even if Miles called ahead. Which he could do. He could. It wouldn't be the first time Sonny'd yelled at him over thinking with his dick. It wouldn't be the last. And Sasha wouldn't let up. She never did.
They'd probably just wind up having sex in the restaurant bathroom if he didn't give in. And that would take up time. And Sonny would be annoyed. So they'd be pissing Sonny off no matter what.
Well, he would. Sasha never pissed Sonny off. Sonny never yelled at Sasha. What the fuck was that, anyway? Just because she was a girl? Just because she was a fucking--
"Will you fucking stop that?!"
"Why?"
Miles seethed. He could practically feel Sasha grinning, and maybe it was because her face was a little close. But he still hadn't turned his head. Likely wouldn't turn his head. Her smugness aside, he was vastly approaching no longer caring about making dinner on time.
Sonny would be in New York for a few more days. Sonny would deal with it. He always loved a reason to yell at Miles anyway. Miles was doing him a service. Yeah, that was it.
"We should get going."
"Should we?"
It was possible. Unless he was going to do Sonny that service. That important, helpful, giving service. The one that furthered their loving dynamic as grandfather and grandson. The one that deep down, Sonny might just thank him for. If only unconsciously. Without actually acknowledging that.
Or, if he was honest, ever really thinking i--
Sasha's tongue slipped straight up the curve of Miles's ear, tracing it ever so slowly in a way that sent shivers up his spine. When her teeth gently bit down, Miles melted into the couch in all areas but one.
"... Fuck it."
"Exactly."
His head turned at last. Lips made contact, bodies shifted positions on the couch, and clothes were removed with a fumbling and less than accurate quickness. Whatever it took to make skin on skin happen.
Miles had forgotten all about the cell phone that sat as a reminder of things to come on the coffee table. The one he should've used. He'd regret that later.
For the most part.
Muse: Miles Laweson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 528
Partner: Sasha Hoffman (daughterof_evil)
"Stop it."
"Why?"
Miles glared. Although he wasn't moving, so the glare didn't have a direct focus. Unless you counted the television dead ahead of them as direct focus. So when Sasha did it again, not only was he subject to it, she was not subject to the glare. Because he had yet to turn his head. And if he did, she wouldn't've been able to do that again. She also would've been subject to the glare.
Not that the glare would've made a dent, but it would mean Miles would've been able to offer up a better protest than 'stop it'. That would count later. Even if it only counted to him. He needed these little dignities. Because--
She did it again.
Miles couldn't remember why he needed his little dignities anymore.
"God damn it."
"Oh please."
They had to leave soon. They were meeting Sonny for dinner, and his grandfather would not take kindly to them being late. Even if Miles called ahead. Which he could do. He could. It wouldn't be the first time Sonny'd yelled at him over thinking with his dick. It wouldn't be the last. And Sasha wouldn't let up. She never did.
They'd probably just wind up having sex in the restaurant bathroom if he didn't give in. And that would take up time. And Sonny would be annoyed. So they'd be pissing Sonny off no matter what.
Well, he would. Sasha never pissed Sonny off. Sonny never yelled at Sasha. What the fuck was that, anyway? Just because she was a girl? Just because she was a fucking--
"Will you fucking stop that?!"
"Why?"
Miles seethed. He could practically feel Sasha grinning, and maybe it was because her face was a little close. But he still hadn't turned his head. Likely wouldn't turn his head. Her smugness aside, he was vastly approaching no longer caring about making dinner on time.
Sonny would be in New York for a few more days. Sonny would deal with it. He always loved a reason to yell at Miles anyway. Miles was doing him a service. Yeah, that was it.
"We should get going."
"Should we?"
It was possible. Unless he was going to do Sonny that service. That important, helpful, giving service. The one that furthered their loving dynamic as grandfather and grandson. The one that deep down, Sonny might just thank him for. If only unconsciously. Without actually acknowledging that.
Or, if he was honest, ever really thinking i--
Sasha's tongue slipped straight up the curve of Miles's ear, tracing it ever so slowly in a way that sent shivers up his spine. When her teeth gently bit down, Miles melted into the couch in all areas but one.
"... Fuck it."
"Exactly."
His head turned at last. Lips made contact, bodies shifted positions on the couch, and clothes were removed with a fumbling and less than accurate quickness. Whatever it took to make skin on skin happen.
Miles had forgotten all about the cell phone that sat as a reminder of things to come on the coffee table. The one he should've used. He'd regret that later.
For the most part.
Muse: Miles Laweson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 528
Partner: Sasha Hoffman (daughterof_evil)