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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!

Date: Wednesday, 22 October 2008 07:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magenta-blue.livejournal.com
Very nice, very sensual, very Doyle - I like the imagery of pale sheets, dim night, soft thrum of sleeping city - and the fact that he could stay there all day, but he wouldn't. Perfect!

Date: Thursday, 23 October 2008 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] byslantedlight.livejournal.com
Ah, thank you! *vbg*

Hold Your Breath, Sunshine


A ship is safe in the harbour - but that's not what ships are for.

~o~

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. (Sarah Williams)

~o~

Could've.
Should've.
Would've.
Didn't. Didn't. Didn't.

~o~

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