Ficlet: Better Than Chocolate (Watchmen, Dan/Rorschach)
Author: Emmie (justapieceofme)
Title: Better Than Chocolate
Fandom: Watchmen
Pairing(s): Dan/Walter
Rating: PG
Continuity: Open to interpretation.
Author's note: Just a silly bit of fluff inspired by a conversation with ladysylvan. Title shamelessly ripped from Sarah McLachlan (BEHOLD MY TOTAL LACK OF TITLING ORIGINALITY). No dialogue here because I didn't think I could do it without pulling them even farther OOC than they already are.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue, plzthx.
Summary: It's too hot, so Dan makes hot-fudge sundaes...
Outside, it's hotter than it has any right to be. The heat persists inside the brownstone, despite Dan's best efforts to kill it by cranking the air-conditioner as high as it will go. This serves only to lower the temperature to something bearable, but it's still uncomfortably hot.
Dan wanders into the kitchen, clad only in his boxers, opens the freezer under the guise of looking for something to eat, sticks his head inside and just stands there, wishing he could crawl in. There's a carton of ice cream hiding in the back, and he pulls it out, checking in the fridge. Chocolate sauce. Whipped cream. Perfect.
Ten minutes later he walks into the bedroom, a towering hot fudge sundae in each hand. Walter's sprawled on the bed, naked (though the sheet is pulled up to his waist), arms and legs spread out in an effort to remain cool. He looks up and grunts at Dan's entrance, before letting his head flop back onto the pillow.
Dan climbs onto the bed and settles himself into a cross-legged position, carefully balancing the sundaes. Walter looks over at him, notices what's in his hands, and looks much more interested in the ice cream than he did in Dan. He pulls himself into a sitting position (carefully arranging the sheet to prevent any indecency as he does so, which Dan has to grin at -- as if they haven't already seen every inch of each other), and gratefully accepts his sundae.
They eat in silence for a moment, the ice cream tasting wonderful. At first Dan is completely focused on devouring his sundae before it melts, but after a moment he finds himself getting a bit distracted.
This has a lot to do with the way that Walter is savoring his ice cream, slowly inserting each spoonful into his mouth, sucking it clean, making little noises of contentment. Dan's frozen, the spoon halfway to his mouth, staring openly, a slightly glazed look on his face. Thankfully Walter is too busy thoroughly enjoying his treat to notice.
Dan watches as a bit of fudge drips off a particularly huge bite, falls from the spoon and lands on Walter's chest. He hears the soft thunk of his bowl hitting the nightstand before he's even really aware of having set it down. In the next instant he's stradding Walter, licking the wayward bit of chocolate from his skin. Walter stares down at him with an expression of surprise and confusion, and Dan can only blink back at him, mouth still inches from his partner's skin.
Then the remains of Walter's sundae joins Dan's on the nightstand, and by the time the two men remember them, they've metled down to swirls of liquid vanilla, mixing with globs of congealing fudge.
Title: Better Than Chocolate
Fandom: Watchmen
Pairing(s): Dan/Walter
Rating: PG
Continuity: Open to interpretation.
Author's note: Just a silly bit of fluff inspired by a conversation with ladysylvan. Title shamelessly ripped from Sarah McLachlan (BEHOLD MY TOTAL LACK OF TITLING ORIGINALITY). No dialogue here because I didn't think I could do it without pulling them even farther OOC than they already are.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue, plzthx.
Summary: It's too hot, so Dan makes hot-fudge sundaes...
Outside, it's hotter than it has any right to be. The heat persists inside the brownstone, despite Dan's best efforts to kill it by cranking the air-conditioner as high as it will go. This serves only to lower the temperature to something bearable, but it's still uncomfortably hot.
Dan wanders into the kitchen, clad only in his boxers, opens the freezer under the guise of looking for something to eat, sticks his head inside and just stands there, wishing he could crawl in. There's a carton of ice cream hiding in the back, and he pulls it out, checking in the fridge. Chocolate sauce. Whipped cream. Perfect.
Ten minutes later he walks into the bedroom, a towering hot fudge sundae in each hand. Walter's sprawled on the bed, naked (though the sheet is pulled up to his waist), arms and legs spread out in an effort to remain cool. He looks up and grunts at Dan's entrance, before letting his head flop back onto the pillow.
Dan climbs onto the bed and settles himself into a cross-legged position, carefully balancing the sundaes. Walter looks over at him, notices what's in his hands, and looks much more interested in the ice cream than he did in Dan. He pulls himself into a sitting position (carefully arranging the sheet to prevent any indecency as he does so, which Dan has to grin at -- as if they haven't already seen every inch of each other), and gratefully accepts his sundae.
They eat in silence for a moment, the ice cream tasting wonderful. At first Dan is completely focused on devouring his sundae before it melts, but after a moment he finds himself getting a bit distracted.
This has a lot to do with the way that Walter is savoring his ice cream, slowly inserting each spoonful into his mouth, sucking it clean, making little noises of contentment. Dan's frozen, the spoon halfway to his mouth, staring openly, a slightly glazed look on his face. Thankfully Walter is too busy thoroughly enjoying his treat to notice.
Dan watches as a bit of fudge drips off a particularly huge bite, falls from the spoon and lands on Walter's chest. He hears the soft thunk of his bowl hitting the nightstand before he's even really aware of having set it down. In the next instant he's stradding Walter, licking the wayward bit of chocolate from his skin. Walter stares down at him with an expression of surprise and confusion, and Dan can only blink back at him, mouth still inches from his partner's skin.
Then the remains of Walter's sundae joins Dan's on the nightstand, and by the time the two men remember them, they've metled down to swirls of liquid vanilla, mixing with globs of congealing fudge.