Pros Icon Drabbles - for MsMoat - Press
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He could press close against Doyle all day long. Feel the heat of him, the lightning-flash energy of him rushing from pulse to pulse, feel his chest rising as he stared at the map and thought and schemed.
Imagine all that warmth and movement his, his against pale sheets, his in the dim night light, against the soft slow thrum of the sleeping city. And Doyle would lose his frown, his thoughts, lose everything except Bodie, lying there together.
He could press close against Doyle all day long.
But he wouldn't.
I offered drabbles for icons last night, and this is the first one. Yeay writing, even if it is "just" drabbles!