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fellowshippers2003-08-08 02:02 am
lea-ysaye.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-08-08 02:02 am
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I blame this on the fact that I've been exposed to so many wonderful drabbles lately. And on the heat.
Drabble: Portrait
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You all know that by heart, don't you?
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam and shirasade, the queens of drabbles. I know you two are not so much into filthy men, but since that is the only thing I think about lately...
He lets his eyes wander lovingly over the body sprawled on the couch. His experienced gaze appreciates the the play of light that accentuates the firm muscles under soft skin.
He lets his mind wander for a moment, imagining how it feels to touch this chest, to stroke this inviting throat. Memories of heated nights flood his mind, of nights filled with passion, and with love.
His hand still over the canvas he gazes into thin air, until a stir on the sofa brings him back to the present. Sean squirms restlessly on the soft pillows.
"How long till you're done, mate?"
Viggo smiles fondly to himself. "Don't move, or we'll be here all day. And the longer it takes the longer you have to wait for your reward."
No more movement is made on the couch, until much later.
Drabble: Portrait
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You all know that by heart, don't you?
Dedicated to:
thepsychicclam and shirasade, the queens of drabbles. I know you two are not so much into filthy men, but since that is the only thing I think about lately...He lets his eyes wander lovingly over the body sprawled on the couch. His experienced gaze appreciates the the play of light that accentuates the firm muscles under soft skin.
He lets his mind wander for a moment, imagining how it feels to touch this chest, to stroke this inviting throat. Memories of heated nights flood his mind, of nights filled with passion, and with love.
His hand still over the canvas he gazes into thin air, until a stir on the sofa brings him back to the present. Sean squirms restlessly on the soft pillows.
"How long till you're done, mate?"
Viggo smiles fondly to himself. "Don't move, or we'll be here all day. And the longer it takes the longer you have to wait for your reward."
No more movement is made on the couch, until much later.