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Title: The Light.
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General
Characters: Colin and Brad.
Prompt: 073. Light.
Word Count: 259
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Pure. Fluff. Goodness. Based after the An Evening with Colin and Brad show I went to last weekend.
Brad’s head hit the pillow. He was exhausted from the aftermath of that night’s show. In the span of an hour, he’d gotten two marriage proposals, a teddy bear, a pack of gummy worms, and a tube of pain reliever cream and a pack of band-aids from one fan who was “very concerned about that mousetrap game”.
Just as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, a slight touch of someone’s lips on his cheek woke him up.
“Hey there, sleepy.” Colin.
Brad opened his eyes to see Colin kneeling next to the hotel bed, tilting his head and smiling at him.
“It’s…” Brad peered over Colin’s shoulder. “midnight, Col. I just wanna sleep.”
“Move over.”
Brad made a noise of protest, but slowly shifted himself over to the other side of the bed to let Colin stretch himself out.
“So…tonight’s show was fun, huh?”
“Yes, yes it was. Can I close my eyes and let my body shut down for the night now?”
“Not yet. I wanna talk about this.”
“Why?”
“Because I like talking about our shows. Remember Norman the Gnome? That was a fun game.”
“It was.”
“And, you know something else?”
“What, Col?”
Colin leaned in close and kissed Brad. His hand wound its way around Brad’s neck and pulled him closer. Suddenly, he was wide awake.
“I want you to wear six inch heels in the interrogation game more often.”
“Shut up.”
Colin chuckled and rose out of bed. He moved to the other side of the room and gently turned off the light.
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General
Characters: Colin and Brad.
Prompt: 073. Light.
Word Count: 259
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Pure. Fluff. Goodness. Based after the An Evening with Colin and Brad show I went to last weekend.
Brad’s head hit the pillow. He was exhausted from the aftermath of that night’s show. In the span of an hour, he’d gotten two marriage proposals, a teddy bear, a pack of gummy worms, and a tube of pain reliever cream and a pack of band-aids from one fan who was “very concerned about that mousetrap game”.
Just as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, a slight touch of someone’s lips on his cheek woke him up.
“Hey there, sleepy.” Colin.
Brad opened his eyes to see Colin kneeling next to the hotel bed, tilting his head and smiling at him.
“It’s…” Brad peered over Colin’s shoulder. “midnight, Col. I just wanna sleep.”
“Move over.”
Brad made a noise of protest, but slowly shifted himself over to the other side of the bed to let Colin stretch himself out.
“So…tonight’s show was fun, huh?”
“Yes, yes it was. Can I close my eyes and let my body shut down for the night now?”
“Not yet. I wanna talk about this.”
“Why?”
“Because I like talking about our shows. Remember Norman the Gnome? That was a fun game.”
“It was.”
“And, you know something else?”
“What, Col?”
Colin leaned in close and kissed Brad. His hand wound its way around Brad’s neck and pulled him closer. Suddenly, he was wide awake.
“I want you to wear six inch heels in the interrogation game more often.”
“Shut up.”
Colin chuckled and rose out of bed. He moved to the other side of the room and gently turned off the light.