Better Late than Never.... Drabble
Title: A Midsummer Day's Daydream
Prompt: Tank top
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 181
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I’m borrowing them from Ryan Murphy, but don’t worry he won’t miss them. Not making any money for doing this.
Authors Notes: It's my first drabble, not alot to do with the actuall prompt, and it's late.... this does not bode well.
“Would you stop that? Please? You’re ruining my spontaneously romantic moment with your outlandish inquiries and insatiable libido!” Sam stated before quickly adding, “Not that I don’t love attempting to ‘sate’ your libido…”
“Why is this so important?” Brooke whined, biting her lip in a sexy sexually frustrated way that only she could pull off.
“Because Princess! Someday, when we’re older, I want to look back at now and say ‘Sometimes it wasn’t about sex. Sometimes… it was about lying together in the still of a lazy Sunday mid afternoon, fully clothed just breathing the same air, holding each other, soft caresses and thousands of light fluttery kisses…’” Sam said bringing their laced hands up to her lips for a chaste kiss.
“Oh Sammy! I want that too.” Brooke swooned; she loved it when her girlfriend got all romance novel-y. It was even sexier then Sam in a tank top! Brooke picked her head up off of her lovers shoulder and kissed her, deeply. “But is the ‘fully clothed’ part absolutely essential?”
Prompt: Tank top
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 181
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I’m borrowing them from Ryan Murphy, but don’t worry he won’t miss them. Not making any money for doing this.
Authors Notes: It's my first drabble, not alot to do with the actuall prompt, and it's late.... this does not bode well.
“Would you stop that? Please? You’re ruining my spontaneously romantic moment with your outlandish inquiries and insatiable libido!” Sam stated before quickly adding, “Not that I don’t love attempting to ‘sate’ your libido…”
“Why is this so important?” Brooke whined, biting her lip in a sexy sexually frustrated way that only she could pull off.
“Because Princess! Someday, when we’re older, I want to look back at now and say ‘Sometimes it wasn’t about sex. Sometimes… it was about lying together in the still of a lazy Sunday mid afternoon, fully clothed just breathing the same air, holding each other, soft caresses and thousands of light fluttery kisses…’” Sam said bringing their laced hands up to her lips for a chaste kiss.
“Oh Sammy! I want that too.” Brooke swooned; she loved it when her girlfriend got all romance novel-y. It was even sexier then Sam in a tank top! Brooke picked her head up off of her lovers shoulder and kissed her, deeply. “But is the ‘fully clothed’ part absolutely essential?”