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charisstoma) wrote2010-11-06 12:09 pm
charisstoma) wrote2010-11-06 12:09 pm
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Morning Improper.
Title: Morning Improper.
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: Lustful Liaison ‘verse. NaZoWriMo.
Rating: PG
Pairing: slash implied
Word count: 539
Summary: This is after Fear. I don’t want to do zombie fiction but it’s happening anyway. *glares at Dibbs*
Dick started the day anew by cracking his blurry eyes open and carefully looking around the room, beginning with the bed itself. In no way would he betray the fact that he was awake if there were any monsters lurking. If the monsters might just happen to be djinn seeking retribution for the fright he’d given them on breaking up Zombie Move Night, well to hear their shrieks as they’d all imploded into the bin to hide had been payment for those 5 hours of listening to them and their zombie movies.
It had been sobering that he had been so affected from listening to zombie action scenes that he’d panicked over a few dildos vibrating in a packing box. He’d been around djinn enough by now to know that just about anything could become a container for a djinn. Hadn’t his pregnancy proven ‘that’ to him. He’d hold that train of thought for later, right now there was a great deal of laughter making itself silly in the next room.
Since his Kain was already risen, the bed was empty, that probably meant that his experience in the backroom at the Pleasures Coffee House with the box of rampaging sex toys was being recounted to the staff at large. Though that would probably get him off the hook for scaring them all the night before, it didn’t make him any more charitable towards his errant mate. It was all their fault that he’d had his imagination take a certain bent when confronted by what had appeared to be fleshy arms moving in amongst the packing.
That Kain had ‘rescued’ him was much appreciated at the time but not so much in the present. Kain didn’t ‘have’ to tell the office djinn all about his Dick’s adventures as a damsel in distressed-land. He’d slap himself for that thought but it would involve moving, which for physical aching reasons as well as shamming still being asleep was not a good idea. Kain had been very thorough in his distracting through sexual exercise therapy. He made a note to put lotion on the red rub marks on his wrists from the silk bondage play.
Levering himself up from the bed, somehow, he could not repress the large groan that came out. The noise in the outside room quieted to cricket chirps. He’d be amused by that but he was busy feeling all the little pangs that comes from muscles being overused. He was amazed that his legs worked at all and he carried his arms out stretched with difficulty, for the exertion of rising up had made him very aware that those muscles too needed an expert’s massaging to make them work without stiffness. Another groan left his lips as he lurched towards the bathroom and he couldn’t help how his voice gravelly called out his loving mate’s name, “Kaaaaain”, to end in the rest of the groan.
He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that the front room was empty except for Kain standing staring with large opened eyes. And he’d remember that the bin was shivering slightly afterward. But all that was for later when his body was able to move after a long hot soak in the tub. Next part Zombie a la Dick.
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: Lustful Liaison ‘verse. NaZoWriMo.
Rating: PG
Pairing: slash implied
Word count: 539
Summary: This is after Fear. I don’t want to do zombie fiction but it’s happening anyway. *glares at Dibbs*
Dick started the day anew by cracking his blurry eyes open and carefully looking around the room, beginning with the bed itself. In no way would he betray the fact that he was awake if there were any monsters lurking. If the monsters might just happen to be djinn seeking retribution for the fright he’d given them on breaking up Zombie Move Night, well to hear their shrieks as they’d all imploded into the bin to hide had been payment for those 5 hours of listening to them and their zombie movies.
It had been sobering that he had been so affected from listening to zombie action scenes that he’d panicked over a few dildos vibrating in a packing box. He’d been around djinn enough by now to know that just about anything could become a container for a djinn. Hadn’t his pregnancy proven ‘that’ to him. He’d hold that train of thought for later, right now there was a great deal of laughter making itself silly in the next room.
Since his Kain was already risen, the bed was empty, that probably meant that his experience in the backroom at the Pleasures Coffee House with the box of rampaging sex toys was being recounted to the staff at large. Though that would probably get him off the hook for scaring them all the night before, it didn’t make him any more charitable towards his errant mate. It was all their fault that he’d had his imagination take a certain bent when confronted by what had appeared to be fleshy arms moving in amongst the packing.
That Kain had ‘rescued’ him was much appreciated at the time but not so much in the present. Kain didn’t ‘have’ to tell the office djinn all about his Dick’s adventures as a damsel in distressed-land. He’d slap himself for that thought but it would involve moving, which for physical aching reasons as well as shamming still being asleep was not a good idea. Kain had been very thorough in his distracting through sexual exercise therapy. He made a note to put lotion on the red rub marks on his wrists from the silk bondage play.
Levering himself up from the bed, somehow, he could not repress the large groan that came out. The noise in the outside room quieted to cricket chirps. He’d be amused by that but he was busy feeling all the little pangs that comes from muscles being overused. He was amazed that his legs worked at all and he carried his arms out stretched with difficulty, for the exertion of rising up had made him very aware that those muscles too needed an expert’s massaging to make them work without stiffness. Another groan left his lips as he lurched towards the bathroom and he couldn’t help how his voice gravelly called out his loving mate’s name, “Kaaaaain”, to end in the rest of the groan.
He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that the front room was empty except for Kain standing staring with large opened eyes. And he’d remember that the bin was shivering slightly afterward. But all that was for later when his body was able to move after a long hot soak in the tub. Next part Zombie a la Dick.