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ds_slash’s first drabble tree for those of us who aren’t going away for Labor Day Weekend. :( And for those of you on vacation who can sneak onto the computer. ;)
Rules:
1. Any dS slash pairing, genre and rating are allowed.
2. All drabbles should be 100-200 words long.
3. All drabbles must be posted as a comment to this post.
4. Choose a word, phrase or line from any previous drabble and reply to that drabble in the comments (thereby creating the tree effect).
5. Bold the text you’re ‘sharing’ with another drabble.
6. As a kindness to our readers, please include the pairing and rating in your subject line.
7. The drabble tree will be open until midnight Monday, September 5th.
8. Do not feedback on the drabbles here.
9. Have fun! *g*
A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:
Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.
Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”
“Root beer. Wanna taste?”
Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.
“You need to suck on it, Frase.”
Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.
“You like it?”
Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”
“My turn.”
Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.
Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*
ds_slash’s first drabble tree for those of us who aren’t going away for Labor Day Weekend. :( And for those of you on vacation who can sneak onto the computer. ;)Rules:
1. Any dS slash pairing, genre and rating are allowed.
2. All drabbles should be 100-200 words long.
3. All drabbles must be posted as a comment to this post.
4. Choose a word, phrase or line from any previous drabble and reply to that drabble in the comments (thereby creating the tree effect).
5. Bold the text you’re ‘sharing’ with another drabble.
6. As a kindness to our readers, please include the pairing and rating in your subject line.
7. The drabble tree will be open until midnight Monday, September 5th.
8. Do not feedback on the drabbles here.
9. Have fun! *g*
A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:
Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.
Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”
“Root beer. Wanna taste?”
Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.
“You need to suck on it, Frase.”
Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.
“You like it?”
Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”
“My turn.”
Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.
Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*
Frannie, Fraser - PG
Silence. Sweat. Nervousness. “So you don’t feel the need to... have the sex or anything?”
Fraser's head snapped up, his brow crinkled in confusion. "I beg your pardon?"
Frannie forced a laugh. "You know ... stuck here, might die, makes people do crazy things like have sex one last time."
"We're not going to die, Francesca."
"Right." She nodded, clearly not convinced.
"I can hear someone working on the other side of the door right now." And true enough the doors were pried open from the outside and they faced a firefighter and a repairmen.
"Right," she sighed as she stepped off the elevator.