15minuteficlets - Dinner and a Movie - PSoH
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Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Language
Title: Dinner and a Movie
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 15minuteficlets. Word #2 - Uncomfortable
I can’t believe I agreed to this, Leon thought as he stared at the movie screen. The theater was packed and all eyes, including D’s were focused on the love story that was unfolding. The problem wasn’t the movie, rather it was that D, dressed in his usual freaky attire, with his pale face and painted lips , looked sufficiently girl-like that a lot of strangers thought they were a.. .a couple.
“He’s not good enough for you, dear.” One blonde bombshell had said in passing. “You can do so much better.”
Face flaming at the memory, and thankful at least for the fact that it was dark enough so no one would notice, Leon slurped his drink, ice crackling in the bottom of his cup. Despite himself, he had to admit that the movie wasn’t horrible, it was, in fact, pretty good - a romantic comedy that was heavy on the comedy and, so far at least, diet on the romance. That would probably change before it was all said and done, though.
He reached for the popcorn container resting on his thigh and absently tossed a few popped kernels into his mouth, relishing the salt and butter flavors. At least the popcorn’s good, he thought, even if it had been outrageously expensive. Nestling the container in the crook of his arm like a child, he leaned back in his seat and once more focused on the movie.
A few minutes later, a light pressure on his thigh caught his attention. He jerked, startled. In the blue, flickering light of the movie screen, he could make out D’s hand gently touching his thigh. As he watched, the hand moved a little higher, then higher still, groping as if searching for something.
“What the hell?” He practically squeaked. He knew D was a bit strange, but he never imagined that he would be so… so forward. Not knowing how to verbally respond to the situation - certain body parts were having no problem responding at all, he noted with more than a little embarrassment - he watched with equal parts horror and fascination as D’s hand crept slowly up along toward the fork of his crotch.
D glanced over and down at his hand, then up at Leon, wide eyed and trying desperately to look more indignant than turned on. D’s oddly colored eyes moved up along his body until they alighted on the popcorn. He smiled and held out the hand that had previously been groping his leg. When he spoke, his voice was low, pleasant, and unbearably intimate.
“Would you mind passing the popcorn, Detective?”
THE END
Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Language
Title: Dinner and a Movie
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 15minuteficlets. Word #2 - Uncomfortable
I can’t believe I agreed to this, Leon thought as he stared at the movie screen. The theater was packed and all eyes, including D’s were focused on the love story that was unfolding. The problem wasn’t the movie, rather it was that D, dressed in his usual freaky attire, with his pale face and painted lips , looked sufficiently girl-like that a lot of strangers thought they were a.. .a couple.
“He’s not good enough for you, dear.” One blonde bombshell had said in passing. “You can do so much better.”
Face flaming at the memory, and thankful at least for the fact that it was dark enough so no one would notice, Leon slurped his drink, ice crackling in the bottom of his cup. Despite himself, he had to admit that the movie wasn’t horrible, it was, in fact, pretty good - a romantic comedy that was heavy on the comedy and, so far at least, diet on the romance. That would probably change before it was all said and done, though.
He reached for the popcorn container resting on his thigh and absently tossed a few popped kernels into his mouth, relishing the salt and butter flavors. At least the popcorn’s good, he thought, even if it had been outrageously expensive. Nestling the container in the crook of his arm like a child, he leaned back in his seat and once more focused on the movie.
A few minutes later, a light pressure on his thigh caught his attention. He jerked, startled. In the blue, flickering light of the movie screen, he could make out D’s hand gently touching his thigh. As he watched, the hand moved a little higher, then higher still, groping as if searching for something.
“What the hell?” He practically squeaked. He knew D was a bit strange, but he never imagined that he would be so… so forward. Not knowing how to verbally respond to the situation - certain body parts were having no problem responding at all, he noted with more than a little embarrassment - he watched with equal parts horror and fascination as D’s hand crept slowly up along toward the fork of his crotch.
D glanced over and down at his hand, then up at Leon, wide eyed and trying desperately to look more indignant than turned on. D’s oddly colored eyes moved up along his body until they alighted on the popcorn. He smiled and held out the hand that had previously been groping his leg. When he spoke, his voice was low, pleasant, and unbearably intimate.
“Would you mind passing the popcorn, Detective?”
THE END