Lance Ficlet
Hullo!
I wrote a little ficlet today (just 250words), so thought I would post it for fun.
I hope people like it. *hugs all round*
Fandom: LV
Pairing: Lance/? (Feel free to decide ^^;hehe. I'd be interested to know who you pick)
Rating: Work safe
A Moment
by miro
Lance sat at one of the kitchen tables and started idly flicking through what he'd originally assumed was a cookbook which then turned out to be a women’s magazine. The pages were worn, and he wondered if before the war, this had been popular reading material for the cooking and wait staff in between all their scurrying.
He became intrigued by the celebrity gossip from a culture he knew only in ruins and wished in an odd way that some stories of the royal family were featured, although he doubted they'd have kept that sort of issue here, even at the time.
The smell of his untouched coffee filled the room as he poured over the opulence within the photographs that "reported" on the fashion trends of the rich and glamorous.
Suddenly his focus snapped back to the kitchen as he felt the presence of someone directly behind him; his brain sharply assessing the negative space of the cold, slate-tiled room.
Then breath warmed the nape of his neck and a familiar body pressed against his back.
A playful hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and the base of his hairline was with teased with kisses.
Lance shuddered and dropped the magazine, still open on the fashion pages, only to have an amused voice whisper in his ear “You’d look good in that one.”
And his tease slinked off, turning only at the door to cast a come hither glare.
...For dignity, Lance waited a full minute before following.
I wrote a little ficlet today (just 250words), so thought I would post it for fun.
I hope people like it. *hugs all round*
Fandom: LV
Pairing: Lance/? (Feel free to decide ^^;hehe. I'd be interested to know who you pick)
Rating: Work safe
A Moment
by miro
Lance sat at one of the kitchen tables and started idly flicking through what he'd originally assumed was a cookbook which then turned out to be a women’s magazine. The pages were worn, and he wondered if before the war, this had been popular reading material for the cooking and wait staff in between all their scurrying.
He became intrigued by the celebrity gossip from a culture he knew only in ruins and wished in an odd way that some stories of the royal family were featured, although he doubted they'd have kept that sort of issue here, even at the time.
The smell of his untouched coffee filled the room as he poured over the opulence within the photographs that "reported" on the fashion trends of the rich and glamorous.
Suddenly his focus snapped back to the kitchen as he felt the presence of someone directly behind him; his brain sharply assessing the negative space of the cold, slate-tiled room.
Then breath warmed the nape of his neck and a familiar body pressed against his back.
A playful hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and the base of his hairline was with teased with kisses.
Lance shuddered and dropped the magazine, still open on the fashion pages, only to have an amused voice whisper in his ear “You’d look good in that one.”
And his tease slinked off, turning only at the door to cast a come hither glare.
...For dignity, Lance waited a full minute before following.