Doyle knew they’d be good together. He’d been watching Bodie for months - the ripple of muscles along his arms in the shower when he reached for the soap, the look in his eyes when someone told a particularly dirty joke, his smile. His arse in those trousers. He’d imagined them together. And then their eyes met when Bodie saw that Doyle had noticed, in admission, in glee, and Doyle knew it was mutual lust.
Doyle knew it was love when he came down for breakfast the morning after, and found the cupboard filled with four different types of muesli.
That's a slightly-edited drabble I posted years ago, because I fancy some Pros-y inspiration today. There should be breakfast, supermarket, a walk somewhere, and writing. A Sunday plan. *g*
Anyone else got an old drabble to post, or a pic they've not shown for a while, or...? It'd be nice to re-visit some of our old Pros-iness - inspiration needed! *g*