I am weak....^^;
Monday, 14 February 2005 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
haraamisHex told me a couple of nights ago that she wanted some 5x4 cuddling and bribed me with a backrub.
I'm so weak. *flat look*
Anyway, here it is:
Perfectly Normal
Warnings: fluff, sillyness, Quatre POV
Wordcount: 331
*smooches* Anne, thanks for the quick beta!
Surfacing slowly from the depth of sleep, Quatre buried his nose in the thick mass of hair, inhaling the fresh, clean scent. He had his eyes still closed, lazy, unwilling to even blink.
Unconsciously, he pressed closer to the sleeping body in front of him, seeking warmth and comfort. Hot, smooth skin against his. Reassuring heat.
His arm lay heavily thrown over the curve of a hip, his hand trapped in the gentle grip of another, holding it against a firm chest. Stretching a bit, he aligned his body perfectly with the other's. He was rewarded with a faint rumbling sound in the chest beneath his hand and the other body pushing back into his.
Still not quite ready to fully wake up, Quatre fought the realization that slowly dawned on him. He was in bed. With someone else. What the hell...?
He gingerly opened one eye. Black hair. Thick black hair. A light bronze shoulder peeking out from underneath it. It couldn't be... and still, who else had...but why, how?
Breathe, Quatre, breathe. There must be a perfectly clear reason for him to be lying in bed with... what had they been doing? Apart from the obvious things that leave you in bed, limbs intertwined, and naked. Naked. He was butt naked. So was ... the man in front of him.
Quatre's brain refused to acknowledge the truth of who this was in his arms, nor did it want to take his musings any further. It was simply not possible. So it decided to shut down and let carnal instincts take over. It was too early in the morning anyway.
Which meant that Quatre sighed and closed his eyes again, tightening his hold on that warm, smooth body, and slipped back into dreamland, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing and the calming scent of his companion.
After all, it was perfectly normal to lie in bed, stark naked, with Chang Wufei.
Yes.
A deep breath. A last sigh.
Perfectly normal.
In other news....*whimpers* a cooking pot fell on my foot and squashed my big toe, which is now bleeding, taking on a black-blueish color and hurts like hell. >.<
*whines* I wanted to go snowboarding tomorrow! ;__;
Also, I finally finished the answers to the pairing rant (-.-; yes, it took me this long), so if you're still interested you can look at them here.
*goes back to wallow in self-pity*
I'm so weak. *flat look*
Anyway, here it is:
Perfectly Normal
Warnings: fluff, sillyness, Quatre POV
Wordcount: 331
*smooches* Anne, thanks for the quick beta!
Surfacing slowly from the depth of sleep, Quatre buried his nose in the thick mass of hair, inhaling the fresh, clean scent. He had his eyes still closed, lazy, unwilling to even blink.
Unconsciously, he pressed closer to the sleeping body in front of him, seeking warmth and comfort. Hot, smooth skin against his. Reassuring heat.
His arm lay heavily thrown over the curve of a hip, his hand trapped in the gentle grip of another, holding it against a firm chest. Stretching a bit, he aligned his body perfectly with the other's. He was rewarded with a faint rumbling sound in the chest beneath his hand and the other body pushing back into his.
Still not quite ready to fully wake up, Quatre fought the realization that slowly dawned on him. He was in bed. With someone else. What the hell...?
He gingerly opened one eye. Black hair. Thick black hair. A light bronze shoulder peeking out from underneath it. It couldn't be... and still, who else had...but why, how?
Breathe, Quatre, breathe. There must be a perfectly clear reason for him to be lying in bed with... what had they been doing? Apart from the obvious things that leave you in bed, limbs intertwined, and naked. Naked. He was butt naked. So was ... the man in front of him.
Quatre's brain refused to acknowledge the truth of who this was in his arms, nor did it want to take his musings any further. It was simply not possible. So it decided to shut down and let carnal instincts take over. It was too early in the morning anyway.
Which meant that Quatre sighed and closed his eyes again, tightening his hold on that warm, smooth body, and slipped back into dreamland, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing and the calming scent of his companion.
After all, it was perfectly normal to lie in bed, stark naked, with Chang Wufei.
Yes.
A deep breath. A last sigh.
Perfectly normal.
In other news....*whimpers* a cooking pot fell on my foot and squashed my big toe, which is now bleeding, taking on a black-blueish color and hurts like hell. >.<
*whines* I wanted to go snowboarding tomorrow! ;__;
Also, I finally finished the answers to the pairing rant (-.-; yes, it took me this long), so if you're still interested you can look at them here.
*goes back to wallow in self-pity*
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Date: Monday, 14 February 2005 11:26 pm (UTC)*rubs foot* better?
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Date: Friday, 18 February 2005 11:46 am (UTC)*hugs* and yes, foot is better. ^_^
thank you.