Trail of Hearts
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Won't you get tired of...
Notes: For 30_sweets.
Warnings: Nudity
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Frank's feeling various forms of depressed.
29: Won’t you get tired of…
Frank wasn’t certain, but he got a pretty hard feeling about it. Usually his feelings were right, too.
Leslie was getting tired of him.
He hurt with ever fiber of his being because she wouldn’t let him do anything to fix it. He was angry because, well, he wasn’t sure how not to be. He was miserable because she was avoiding him and he just wanted her to be happy.
He watched her breeze by, drop something on the counter, and breeze out. He leaned over and examined the thing she’d left in her wake.
It turned out to be one of those ridiculous candy hearts stores started selling just before Valentine’s. It was purple. The words were a blurry splotch of pink in the middle and nearly impossible to make out.
“Catch me.”
He heard a click in the next room and went to see what had happened this time, tucking the heart into his pocket.
There was another one, green this time, on the coffee table. Leslie was nowhere to be seen. This one said, “Kiss me.” He slipped it into his pocket and went in search of the next one.
All told, it took about an hour to find them all. The trail looped through rooms and back on itself. He was beginning to think he didn’t know his own house.
Frank sighed. He was tired of this. He had two pocketfuls of the things, and more in one hand, and there was still no end in sight.
The bedroom door closed. That hadn’t happened before. He strode off down the hall and pushed it open.
She was naked on the bed, and aroused, judging by her colors. She arched her back and stretched her arms over her head.
“Hey, baby. Want some candy?”
Frank only gaped for a few seconds.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Won't you get tired of...
Notes: For 30_sweets.
Warnings: Nudity
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Frank's feeling various forms of depressed.
29: Won’t you get tired of…
Frank wasn’t certain, but he got a pretty hard feeling about it. Usually his feelings were right, too.
Leslie was getting tired of him.
He hurt with ever fiber of his being because she wouldn’t let him do anything to fix it. He was angry because, well, he wasn’t sure how not to be. He was miserable because she was avoiding him and he just wanted her to be happy.
He watched her breeze by, drop something on the counter, and breeze out. He leaned over and examined the thing she’d left in her wake.
It turned out to be one of those ridiculous candy hearts stores started selling just before Valentine’s. It was purple. The words were a blurry splotch of pink in the middle and nearly impossible to make out.
“Catch me.”
He heard a click in the next room and went to see what had happened this time, tucking the heart into his pocket.
There was another one, green this time, on the coffee table. Leslie was nowhere to be seen. This one said, “Kiss me.” He slipped it into his pocket and went in search of the next one.
All told, it took about an hour to find them all. The trail looped through rooms and back on itself. He was beginning to think he didn’t know his own house.
Frank sighed. He was tired of this. He had two pocketfuls of the things, and more in one hand, and there was still no end in sight.
The bedroom door closed. That hadn’t happened before. He strode off down the hall and pushed it open.
She was naked on the bed, and aroused, judging by her colors. She arched her back and stretched her arms over her head.
“Hey, baby. Want some candy?”
Frank only gaped for a few seconds.