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metamorphosis2016-11-18 10:47 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2016-11-18 10:47 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: coffeeworker blues
Characters: Leonardo Watch, Black, White
Rating: G
"I want to die."
"No you don't," Will replies, pressing his nose into Leo's throat. He grins when he feels the same groan he hears resonating and curls his fingers into Leo's curly hair, shaking his head. "It's not that bad."
"You're not the one who embarrassed yourself in front of an entire coffee shop," Leo mutters back, heated despite his soft volume, and Will hums agreeably. It's true, he isn't. For once. He feels Leo sigh and rest his arms around his waist, hands settling in the small of his back, and closes his eyes when the warmth of Leo's cheek rests against the top of his head. "...Fine, I don't want to die, but I never want to go there again."
"You work there."
"So I have to die."
"You could always move to Chile." Will snuggles closer, slipping a leg between Leo's and chuckling shortly when he feels Leo give a start. "Change your name. Become a fisherman's wife. Forsake your former life."
Leo hums thoughtfully, pulling Will's sweater up with the tips of his fingers, and sighs. "That's way too much work."
"Then I guess," he murmurs, licking his lips (Leo shivers a little when his tongue brushes his throat), "you'll just have to stay here and weather through it, won't you?"
"I guess so—"
"And I guess you two should stop being gross on the couch," Mary's voice cuts clear across the room, and Will opens his eyes just in time to catch Leo's blush racing down his neck. "Other people live here, you know! Other people like me."
"Sorry," they reply in tandem, pausing a moment afterwards to laugh. Mary groans and sits on Will's back; he coughs and Leo hurries to wiggle his hands back out from under Will's sweater, pushing Mary instead. She squawks, but defiantly remains on the two of them, and when it becomes clear she's not going anywhere Leo gives up. His arms squeeze behind his head—Will has to lift up a little to help that, honestly glad for the extra bit of pillow it gives—and he sighs.
Despite Mary's (heavy, though he'd never risk his life to tell her that) weight on the middle of his back, it's comfortable, and he's not sure he'd change it for the world.
Characters: Leonardo Watch, Black, White
Rating: G
"I want to die."
"No you don't," Will replies, pressing his nose into Leo's throat. He grins when he feels the same groan he hears resonating and curls his fingers into Leo's curly hair, shaking his head. "It's not that bad."
"You're not the one who embarrassed yourself in front of an entire coffee shop," Leo mutters back, heated despite his soft volume, and Will hums agreeably. It's true, he isn't. For once. He feels Leo sigh and rest his arms around his waist, hands settling in the small of his back, and closes his eyes when the warmth of Leo's cheek rests against the top of his head. "...Fine, I don't want to die, but I never want to go there again."
"You work there."
"So I have to die."
"You could always move to Chile." Will snuggles closer, slipping a leg between Leo's and chuckling shortly when he feels Leo give a start. "Change your name. Become a fisherman's wife. Forsake your former life."
Leo hums thoughtfully, pulling Will's sweater up with the tips of his fingers, and sighs. "That's way too much work."
"Then I guess," he murmurs, licking his lips (Leo shivers a little when his tongue brushes his throat), "you'll just have to stay here and weather through it, won't you?"
"I guess so—"
"And I guess you two should stop being gross on the couch," Mary's voice cuts clear across the room, and Will opens his eyes just in time to catch Leo's blush racing down his neck. "Other people live here, you know! Other people like me."
"Sorry," they reply in tandem, pausing a moment afterwards to laugh. Mary groans and sits on Will's back; he coughs and Leo hurries to wiggle his hands back out from under Will's sweater, pushing Mary instead. She squawks, but defiantly remains on the two of them, and when it becomes clear she's not going anywhere Leo gives up. His arms squeeze behind his head—Will has to lift up a little to help that, honestly glad for the extra bit of pillow it gives—and he sighs.
Despite Mary's (heavy, though he'd never risk his life to tell her that) weight on the middle of his back, it's comfortable, and he's not sure he'd change it for the world.