Drabbling
Title: The Rule
Summary: Rules are your friend.
Fandom: Big O
Word Count: 100
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Roger/Dorothy
A/N: This is mostly an inside joke between gunstreet_girl and myself, but... uh... you can read it if you want. A nice way to clear one's mind while trying to write lots of long (for me) angst.
Dorothy untied her ascot and threw it away as Roger pushed off his robe. He lifted her jumper over her head and fumbled open the buttons of her dress shirt. When he pulled off her slip, what he saw made him snicker in spite of himself. “I never would have picked you for a black lace type of girl.”
She looked at him with her unblinking stare. “You said it was a rule, Roger.” Her eyes traveled down to his black silk boxers.
He looked at her appraisingly. “It’s a good rule,” Roger said, pushing her down on the bed.
Summary: Rules are your friend.
Fandom: Big O
Word Count: 100
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Roger/Dorothy
A/N: This is mostly an inside joke between gunstreet_girl and myself, but... uh... you can read it if you want. A nice way to clear one's mind while trying to write lots of long (for me) angst.
Dorothy untied her ascot and threw it away as Roger pushed off his robe. He lifted her jumper over her head and fumbled open the buttons of her dress shirt. When he pulled off her slip, what he saw made him snicker in spite of himself. “I never would have picked you for a black lace type of girl.”
She looked at him with her unblinking stare. “You said it was a rule, Roger.” Her eyes traveled down to his black silk boxers.
He looked at her appraisingly. “It’s a good rule,” Roger said, pushing her down on the bed.