New Fic: The Fantasy (Quick Pick Slash), PG
On the ATSB the Quick Pick word of the week was 'Slash'.
Here's my response:
Title: The fantasy
Author: LizM
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/F
Face?
Hm.
what are you reading?
what? Who? Me? Uh,uhm. Nothing.
Really, Face, I haven't heard you stammer like that since the day we met.And I think I've never seen you blush.
I'm blushing? No, way. I'll have to go look in the mirror.
Nope, you're not. Your tricks don't work on me, you know. No diverting from the issue here.WHAT are you reading? And if you don't show me...
Come on, you don't have to look, like you're going to your execution.And doN't glare at me, kid.
DON'T CALL ME 'KID'!
What? If you'd told me you didn't like it, I wouldn't have...
YEAH, SURE. AS IF YOU EVER LISTEN TO A WORD I SAY. OR WHAT I WANT.
What is this about, Face?
YOUR STUPID THICKMINDEDNESS ABOUT GETTING WHAT YOU WANT WITHOUT REGARD FOR ANOTHERS WHISHES.
YOu're trying to divert me from this stuff here again, aren't you? So, what's so interesting about
"..Hannibal kissing Face as if his life depended on it. They were lost in each others embrace, their tongues..."
Face, what the heck is this?
Nothing. A mistake.
K-Face, will you please tell me what's going on?
I...About...Murdock wrote this. As a gift for me.
And? Come on, why would Murdock do something like that? I mean this ... this... "they looked into each others eyes,
each knowing they'd be never able to grasp the depth of
the feelings that were between them..." ... fantasy?
Yes.
Oh.Oh. Jesus Christ, Face.
I should never have let you see that.
Does BA know?
If Murdock does?
Yeah, right, stupid question. So, how does this fantasy of yours end?
What? Why? And you don't want to know.
Why wouldn't I?
Don't mock me.
I mean it, Face. I really want to know.
Allright, why don't you just read.
No, I want you to tell me. And yes, Face, before you say anything, I'm aware that I'm going against your wishes again. Please tell me. I need you to tell me, not read what
Murdock cooked up.
I... I think I fell in love with you when we met for the second time. God, this is hard. I never wanted you to know but sometimes everything gets to be a little bit too
much and so Murdock, whose known for almost as long as we know each other, wrote this for me so I could fantasize a little about how it could be if...
If I returned your feelings. Oh, Face. What am I supposed to do with you?
If you haven't hit me by now or turned away in disgust how about you kiss me?
Don't worry, Face, I will. I'm just undecided whether I should devour you right now up against the wall or get us to a comfortable flat surface.
How about you do one first and then the other?
Great idea.
And, Hannibal?
Yes, Face?
Remember that you wanted to know how my fantasy ended?
And?
It ends exactly like this.
Fin
Here's my response:
Title: The fantasy
Author: LizM
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/F
Face?
Hm.
what are you reading?
what? Who? Me? Uh,uhm. Nothing.
Really, Face, I haven't heard you stammer like that since the day we met.And I think I've never seen you blush.
I'm blushing? No, way. I'll have to go look in the mirror.
Nope, you're not. Your tricks don't work on me, you know. No diverting from the issue here.WHAT are you reading? And if you don't show me...
Come on, you don't have to look, like you're going to your execution.And doN't glare at me, kid.
DON'T CALL ME 'KID'!
What? If you'd told me you didn't like it, I wouldn't have...
YEAH, SURE. AS IF YOU EVER LISTEN TO A WORD I SAY. OR WHAT I WANT.
What is this about, Face?
YOUR STUPID THICKMINDEDNESS ABOUT GETTING WHAT YOU WANT WITHOUT REGARD FOR ANOTHERS WHISHES.
YOu're trying to divert me from this stuff here again, aren't you? So, what's so interesting about
"..Hannibal kissing Face as if his life depended on it. They were lost in each others embrace, their tongues..."
Face, what the heck is this?
Nothing. A mistake.
K-Face, will you please tell me what's going on?
I...About...Murdock wrote this. As a gift for me.
And? Come on, why would Murdock do something like that? I mean this ... this... "they looked into each others eyes,
each knowing they'd be never able to grasp the depth of
the feelings that were between them..." ... fantasy?
Yes.
Oh.Oh. Jesus Christ, Face.
I should never have let you see that.
Does BA know?
If Murdock does?
Yeah, right, stupid question. So, how does this fantasy of yours end?
What? Why? And you don't want to know.
Why wouldn't I?
Don't mock me.
I mean it, Face. I really want to know.
Allright, why don't you just read.
No, I want you to tell me. And yes, Face, before you say anything, I'm aware that I'm going against your wishes again. Please tell me. I need you to tell me, not read what
Murdock cooked up.
I... I think I fell in love with you when we met for the second time. God, this is hard. I never wanted you to know but sometimes everything gets to be a little bit too
much and so Murdock, whose known for almost as long as we know each other, wrote this for me so I could fantasize a little about how it could be if...
If I returned your feelings. Oh, Face. What am I supposed to do with you?
If you haven't hit me by now or turned away in disgust how about you kiss me?
Don't worry, Face, I will. I'm just undecided whether I should devour you right now up against the wall or get us to a comfortable flat surface.
How about you do one first and then the other?
Great idea.
And, Hannibal?
Yes, Face?
Remember that you wanted to know how my fantasy ended?
And?
It ends exactly like this.
Fin