Drabble Cascade #47 - 'crazy' : Crazy Love
Feb. 4th, 2014 04:48 pmFB3X Drabble Cascade #47 - Crazy
Title: Crazy Love (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
It's February, a time of cold and love. One does seem to lend aid to the other or perhaps the correct term is making love but first you have to set the scene.
An obsessive compulsive had stacked the wood in the inglenook. Every piece of wood was exactly placed and each fagot of kindling was identical to the others. Henry sighed then a sparkle came to his eye and he grinned.
It was like a game of stacked wood blocks, which ones could be removed without bringing down the whole thing. Care had to be taken and yet there was the time factor involved because Scott could come back in the middle of things. All hell would descend upon him if he didn’t get this done before then.
The pattern had looked good, he smiled later in the cozy warm bed. The results certainly had paid off.
Looking towards the inglenook he smiled, a very good idea. It was going to drive Scott crazy to maintain the pattern of the emptied holes as the wood was used up but he’d do it. It was February after all, not that certain sentiments couldn’t be expressed any old time of year. He’d need to think of something else when firewood was no longer required.
Of course, Scott being the village’s blacksmith, a beautiful heart shaped wrought iron firewood rack appeared as if by magic.
Title: Crazy Love (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
It's February, a time of cold and love. One does seem to lend aid to the other or perhaps the correct term is making love but first you have to set the scene.
An obsessive compulsive had stacked the wood in the inglenook. Every piece of wood was exactly placed and each fagot of kindling was identical to the others. Henry sighed then a sparkle came to his eye and he grinned.
It was like a game of stacked wood blocks, which ones could be removed without bringing down the whole thing. Care had to be taken and yet there was the time factor involved because Scott could come back in the middle of things. All hell would descend upon him if he didn’t get this done before then.
The pattern had looked good, he smiled later in the cozy warm bed. The results certainly had paid off.
Looking towards the inglenook he smiled, a very good idea. It was going to drive Scott crazy to maintain the pattern of the emptied holes as the wood was used up but he’d do it. It was February after all, not that certain sentiments couldn’t be expressed any old time of year. He’d need to think of something else when firewood was no longer required.
Of course, Scott being the village’s blacksmith, a beautiful heart shaped wrought iron firewood rack appeared as if by magic.