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charisstoma) wrote2015-01-16 10:07 pm
charisstoma) wrote2015-01-16 10:07 pm
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Drabble Cascade spinoff: Dragon Found part 3
I'll have you know that I had to google how to save coordinates for GPS. Went with Android Smartphone. If I got this wrong *cringes* remember I'm a Luddite.
Title: Dragon Found (paranormal, m/m, PG)Part 3
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 326
Continues from Part 2 at http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/801552.html
When Chris woke this time he was alone in a nest of blankets with the low burn of muscles out of practice balanced by aches that aroused erotic memories when he moved. The more sensible part of him was telling him that he needed to get out of here and take things out to rationally think about them. The burning aches said he was right where he should be, waiting to be ravished again.
It was a different ache that grumbled at him that had him moving from the cozy warmth of bedding and searching for his clothing. Rude to walk around a stranger’s living area nude when they weren’t there, it was even worse to raid their pantry or refrigerator. Perhaps this was his hook up’s way to discretely to tell him that it was time to go home. Dressed and fearing the embarrassment of overstaying his welcome, Chris wrote a bread and butter note of thanks on a napkin and let himself out of the front door hearing the lock automatically click into place. Vaguely remembering the way back to where his car was, he followed the road and sighed when the local bar and café’s sign came into view. Before he drove away he took a photo of Lucky’s Inn, storing the GPS coordinates. ‘For next time,’ he thought, ‘Anyone living that close to the bar surely frequented it, I might want to get lucky again,’ and grinned at the pun.
Chris’ stomach grumbled again. “Too bad I’d’ve looked like last night’s leftovers if I caught a meal there,” he told the image in his rear view mirror. Really too bad.” The looks last night as he and his one night stand had left had been too jovially amused. Shuddering, “Yeah. Food was good, night’s companionship better, but the cost in embarrassment more than can be faced on an empty stomach. Quiet down,” he told his belly, “I’ll feed you, just not there.”
Yeah there's more Part 4 at http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/802087.html
Title: Dragon Found (paranormal, m/m, PG)Part 3
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 326
Continues from Part 2 at http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/801552.html
When Chris woke this time he was alone in a nest of blankets with the low burn of muscles out of practice balanced by aches that aroused erotic memories when he moved. The more sensible part of him was telling him that he needed to get out of here and take things out to rationally think about them. The burning aches said he was right where he should be, waiting to be ravished again.
It was a different ache that grumbled at him that had him moving from the cozy warmth of bedding and searching for his clothing. Rude to walk around a stranger’s living area nude when they weren’t there, it was even worse to raid their pantry or refrigerator. Perhaps this was his hook up’s way to discretely to tell him that it was time to go home. Dressed and fearing the embarrassment of overstaying his welcome, Chris wrote a bread and butter note of thanks on a napkin and let himself out of the front door hearing the lock automatically click into place. Vaguely remembering the way back to where his car was, he followed the road and sighed when the local bar and café’s sign came into view. Before he drove away he took a photo of Lucky’s Inn, storing the GPS coordinates. ‘For next time,’ he thought, ‘Anyone living that close to the bar surely frequented it, I might want to get lucky again,’ and grinned at the pun.
Chris’ stomach grumbled again. “Too bad I’d’ve looked like last night’s leftovers if I caught a meal there,” he told the image in his rear view mirror. Really too bad.” The looks last night as he and his one night stand had left had been too jovially amused. Shuddering, “Yeah. Food was good, night’s companionship better, but the cost in embarrassment more than can be faced on an empty stomach. Quiet down,” he told his belly, “I’ll feed you, just not there.”
Yeah there's more Part 4 at http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/802087.html