Pros Icon Drabbles - for MsMoat - Press

[byslantedlight]

Press
He could press close against Doyle all day long. Feel the heat of him, the lightning-flash energy of him rushing from pulse to pulse, feel his chest rising as he stared at the map and thought and schemed.

Imagine all that warmth and movement his, his against pale sheets, his in the dim night light, against the soft slow thrum of the sleeping city. And Doyle would lose his frown, his thoughts, lose everything except Bodie, lying there together.

He could press close against Doyle all day long.

But he wouldn't.

I offered drabbles for icons last night, and this is the first one. Yeay writing, even if it is "just" drabbles!

Comments

[firlefanzine.livejournal.com]

Sigh! Already the last/the first?
I promise - from now on I will go forwards.

That were lovely - running to see the time - 70 minutes!
Thank you!

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Lol - the first/last indeed! Although I still have half a dozen more to write for yesterday's requests - but they'll have to come tomorrow... *g*

Thank you! Hope it was worth your 70 minutes!

[firlefanzine.livejournal.com]

If that wasn't worth it...

And you never know if the next day will be also "a good day to write"! ;-)

(Maybe tomorrow you would have done other things with my Felix...)

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Lol - that's true... Tuesday was a good day to write! Shall cross my fingers for more days like that - writing-wise, at least... *g*