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elrhiarhodan) wrote2014-10-26 02:14 pm
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Meme: Trick or Treat Drabble Meme
Ganked from
sinfulslasher and like her, it’s awesome…
The first five ghouls who come trick-or-treating at my door will get at least a three-sentence drabble written.
Just comment with "trick or treat!" and leave me a prompt or just a preferred pairing or ‘verse if you want to be surprised. Then go ahead and post this in your own journal so I can come trick-or-treating at your place!
To facilitate your participation, the code for you to paste into your own entry…
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The first five ghouls who come trick-or-treating at my door will get at least a three-sentence drabble written.
Just comment with "trick or treat!" and leave me a prompt or just a preferred pairing or ‘verse if you want to be surprised. Then go ahead and post this in your own journal so I can come trick-or-treating at your place!
To facilitate your participation, the code for you to paste into your own entry…
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Peter bit his tongue because even if he was a bride, there’d be no way he’d spend that much money on a dress he’d wear once. But he understood the point Neal was trying to make. “If it’ll make you happy, then it’ll make me happy.” He kissed Neal, intending it to be a gesture of apology, but the taste of his husband-to-be’s lips, the combination of coffee and toothpaste, was as delicious as the subtle scent of his aftershave filling his nose. The kiss deepened and desire quickly built between them.
Neal – as always – gave as good as he got. His hands cupped Peter’s face, his fingers threading through his hair. Neal’s nails scratched lightly at his scalp, a sensation that aroused him more than almost anything. Peter growled and clamped his hand on Neal’s ass, grinding hard against him.
Neal laughed. The sound was triumphant, and he pushed back at Peter. They crashed into the wall, nearly sending the mirror crashing to the floor.
“Gentlemen? Am I … interrupting anything?” Neither of them had realized that the door opened and someone had come in.
Peter felt his cheek burn in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
The man laughed. “No worries. I’ll come back in a few – give you a chance to make yourself … presentable.”
Peter didn’t need to check to know just how “unpresentable” he was below the waist.
Neal leaned against the wall, a too-smug expression on his face. “Well, it’s a good thing you weren’t wearing a kilt.”
Peter laughed, closed his eyes and started doing long division in his head, one of the quickest ways to deflate his embarrassment. When he opened them, he found Neal staring at him with a very odd – almost excited – expression on his face.
“You know, Peter…”
When Neal said those three words, he started to get nervous.
“You have fabulous legs. What do you say we ditch the tuxedos and get married in formal kilts?”
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And yes, kilts... they could do a test drive at home, no underwear :P
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