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RayK/Turnbull fic
Oct. 28th, 2006 06:35 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
llassah.livejournal.comAuthor: Llassah
Pairing: RayK/Turnbull
Rating: Nc-17
Length: 2,500 words
Notes: This is in answer to a prompt by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lipstickcat Turnbull gets drunk at a Diplomatic shindig, exactly how can you tell he's drunk, compared to his normal, everyday sober behaviour? C'mon, what's he doing? This was written in response.
Extract: I knew something was up, cause Turnbull was in a corner. Not only that, but he was sitting there completely silent, completely still-
almost tense- like he was trying to be tense, but his muscles were disobeying him.
He was looking at me. Looking at me with this fixed stare, mouth slightly open like he couldn't believe I was there, standing how I was, looking how I was, like everything about me was weird and confusing. I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder. Noticed how unfocused his pupils were. Drunk. Fuck. He was drunk, and he was almost tense and he was looking at me and it went straight to my cock. That amount of attention- like being under a magnifying glass in the sun- and I wanted to distract him, make him stop, make this weird pulsing awareness of him go away...
Located: at my livejournal
Pairing: RayK/Turnbull
Rating: Nc-17
Length: 2,500 words
Notes: This is in answer to a prompt by
lipstickcat Turnbull gets drunk at a Diplomatic shindig, exactly how can you tell he's drunk, compared to his normal, everyday sober behaviour? C'mon, what's he doing? This was written in response.Extract: I knew something was up, cause Turnbull was in a corner. Not only that, but he was sitting there completely silent, completely still-
almost tense- like he was trying to be tense, but his muscles were disobeying him.
He was looking at me. Looking at me with this fixed stare, mouth slightly open like he couldn't believe I was there, standing how I was, looking how I was, like everything about me was weird and confusing. I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder. Noticed how unfocused his pupils were. Drunk. Fuck. He was drunk, and he was almost tense and he was looking at me and it went straight to my cock. That amount of attention- like being under a magnifying glass in the sun- and I wanted to distract him, make him stop, make this weird pulsing awareness of him go away...
Located: at my livejournal
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