A Day: Three Acts 7.8
Title: A Day: Three Acts
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 10 Crush (Fluff)
Word Count: 3 Drabbles. 100 words each=300 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert and Alan take on London.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Post Coital
A hand was pressing against his back, shaking him, trying to wake him.
“Come on, Robert, busy day today.”
Robert turned his head and cracked open an eye, looking at the out-of-focussed face. He looked away and closed his eye, snuggling back into the pillow. He had been having a lovely dream. Alan had been curled up next to him, whispering sweet words in his ear, hand stroking his-
“Robert!”
He jerked awake again, startled, and groaned about his twice-lost dream.
“If you get up now, I will help you get dressed.” Alan had never seen Robert move so fast.
***
Robert was eager to get back to the apartment with Alan. The whole day being out and not able to touch the man who was standing very near to him. They had had a wonderful time, museums, art galleries, fancy lunch…He “accidentally” brushed his fingers against Alan’s as they walked from the tube station, still able to feel the press of the other bodies on the train. Too close. They were now in the home stretch, not far or long until they would be alone, four walls shielding them from the outside world. Five yards, four, three, two, one, home.
***
Robert’s body was used to slam the apartment door closed, and Alan leaned in to pin him against it, escape not an option. Not like he wanted to escape. He had a hard time drawing enough air, and not just because there was a body pressed tightly to him. Then Alan leaned in and stole the rest of his breath away.
Alan stepped back, releasing lips, and Robert nearly fell to the floor. He swayed, giving Alan an irresistible smile. A hand gripped his, pulling him from the door, and they went in search of something softer to fall onto.
7.09 Closing Night
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.8
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 10 Crush (Fluff)
Word Count: 3 Drabbles. 100 words each=300 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert and Alan take on London.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Post Coital
A hand was pressing against his back, shaking him, trying to wake him.
“Come on, Robert, busy day today.”
Robert turned his head and cracked open an eye, looking at the out-of-focussed face. He looked away and closed his eye, snuggling back into the pillow. He had been having a lovely dream. Alan had been curled up next to him, whispering sweet words in his ear, hand stroking his-
“Robert!”
He jerked awake again, startled, and groaned about his twice-lost dream.
“If you get up now, I will help you get dressed.” Alan had never seen Robert move so fast.
***
Robert was eager to get back to the apartment with Alan. The whole day being out and not able to touch the man who was standing very near to him. They had had a wonderful time, museums, art galleries, fancy lunch…He “accidentally” brushed his fingers against Alan’s as they walked from the tube station, still able to feel the press of the other bodies on the train. Too close. They were now in the home stretch, not far or long until they would be alone, four walls shielding them from the outside world. Five yards, four, three, two, one, home.
***
Robert’s body was used to slam the apartment door closed, and Alan leaned in to pin him against it, escape not an option. Not like he wanted to escape. He had a hard time drawing enough air, and not just because there was a body pressed tightly to him. Then Alan leaned in and stole the rest of his breath away.
Alan stepped back, releasing lips, and Robert nearly fell to the floor. He swayed, giving Alan an irresistible smile. A hand gripped his, pulling him from the door, and they went in search of something softer to fall onto.
7.09 Closing Night