this is all I've got... O.O
Jun. 27th, 2008 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Don't hurt me... >_> Between the job stuff and the post-sunstroke crap, nothing much has gotten done this week. Next week may be a bye, since I'm working three days. And the hamsters seem to still be hungover... At least they're squinting a lot and staggering kind of sideways, and the bunnies are laughing at them. O.o Won't surprise me if the little furballs start a rumble. =p
Or the Banshee gets impatient and starts... something. O.O
BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties
Something fluttered against his nose. He swatted at it. It came back. This time he grabbed for it. Damned insects; time he renewed the window barrier.
“Ouch!”
Huh? What the…?
He blinked his eyes open to find Duo sprawled on the bed beside him and a good-sized hank of that beautiful hair clutched in his fist.
“Now that you’re awake,” said Duo dryly, “can I have my hair back? I’d like to get out of bed.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, releasing the hair. “Isn’t it rather early?” he asked, noting that it was barely dawn.
“We have a vampire to place; time’s a-wasting,” laughed the Banshee, disappearing into the bath.
“Don’t I even get some morning sex?” Heero said plaintively.
“You got it last night!” Duo stuck his head back into the room, his braid half-done. “And you didn’t even feed me! I am ravenous!”
Heero chuckled in remembrance. They had played enthusiastically and rather late… Still… “I could give you something to chew on…” he teased.
Duo planted himself, naked, in the doorway, hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips. “Do you *really* want to chance just how hungry I am?”
Heero considered briefly, one hand straying to protect delicate body parts. “Ah, no. Better I buy you breakfast.”
“Good Wyvern! What can we do first? I don’t imagine the salon opens before 0900. We have a couple of hours.”
The shower came on then, suggesting that Duo was cleaning up after their randy night. Almost, Heero joined him, but he hadn’t been specifically invited and he didn’t presume without that invitation, even now. He collected some clothing and stationed himself in the doorway. Surprisingly, Duo was done in only a few minutes.
He popped his head out of the shower to grab his towel. “Your turn!” Heero blinked at the twist of braid precariously wound around the Banshee’s head and pinned in place with a pair of hair sticks.
“How do you get it to stay?” he muttered, switching places under the water.
“Magic, of course!” Duo laughed.
“Ah. Right.” He gave the water control a slight tweak to the cold side.
Or the Banshee gets impatient and starts... something. O.O
BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties
Something fluttered against his nose. He swatted at it. It came back. This time he grabbed for it. Damned insects; time he renewed the window barrier.
“Ouch!”
Huh? What the…?
He blinked his eyes open to find Duo sprawled on the bed beside him and a good-sized hank of that beautiful hair clutched in his fist.
“Now that you’re awake,” said Duo dryly, “can I have my hair back? I’d like to get out of bed.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, releasing the hair. “Isn’t it rather early?” he asked, noting that it was barely dawn.
“We have a vampire to place; time’s a-wasting,” laughed the Banshee, disappearing into the bath.
“Don’t I even get some morning sex?” Heero said plaintively.
“You got it last night!” Duo stuck his head back into the room, his braid half-done. “And you didn’t even feed me! I am ravenous!”
Heero chuckled in remembrance. They had played enthusiastically and rather late… Still… “I could give you something to chew on…” he teased.
Duo planted himself, naked, in the doorway, hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips. “Do you *really* want to chance just how hungry I am?”
Heero considered briefly, one hand straying to protect delicate body parts. “Ah, no. Better I buy you breakfast.”
“Good Wyvern! What can we do first? I don’t imagine the salon opens before 0900. We have a couple of hours.”
The shower came on then, suggesting that Duo was cleaning up after their randy night. Almost, Heero joined him, but he hadn’t been specifically invited and he didn’t presume without that invitation, even now. He collected some clothing and stationed himself in the doorway. Surprisingly, Duo was done in only a few minutes.
He popped his head out of the shower to grab his towel. “Your turn!” Heero blinked at the twist of braid precariously wound around the Banshee’s head and pinned in place with a pair of hair sticks.
“How do you get it to stay?” he muttered, switching places under the water.
“Magic, of course!” Duo laughed.
“Ah. Right.” He gave the water control a slight tweak to the cold side.
