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Touch
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mydemand (and a whole bunch of other people):
mcee set up a default icon challenge whereby you write a drabble - non-edited, non-betaed, impromptu - based on whatever your default icon is at the moment.
His smile made JC smile. A wide, toothy grin that almost always got everyone else beaming as well. And sometimes JC would lean backwards a little, accidentally-on-purpose bumping his elbow into Lance just so, so he could blush and look away, and mutter a hurried, "Sorry."
Because whenever he did that, Lance would look at him, with a melting smile, and say, "s'okay," with a small inclination of the head, almost as though he was giving JC a once-over.
He liked it even more when Lance wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him even closer instead of letting him move away and smile at him, open and honest and sincere, with a small shrug. "Stay here."
And JC decided he'd be struck by lightning if he didn't accept a proposal as enticing as that.
But most of all, he reflected, his favorite reaction from Lance was one he'd completely forgotten to expect. He still remembered, how his skin had tingled and the hair at the back of his neck had stood on end, as he swallowed deeply, and tried not to pull away, because he wanted this – wanted, wanted, wanted so badly.
He remembered the taste of Lance's lips, and the way his mouth had been so-fucking-hot, warm and wet and experienced. He shuddered at the mere memory, anticipating, his spine arched unintentionally. He remembered every single thing about that kiss, and the way Lance's lips had curved upwards against his skin, before he'd pulled away.
So now if JC bumps into Lance a little more often than usual, he tries to tell himself it's only because the smile is addictive, that it has nothing to do with the way he doesn'’t-hope Lance will pull him all the way in, and kiss him again.
-fin-
Touch
Author's Note: Found this through
mydemand (and a whole bunch of other people):mcee set up a default icon challenge whereby you write a drabble - non-edited, non-betaed, impromptu - based on whatever your default icon is at the moment. His smile made JC smile. A wide, toothy grin that almost always got everyone else beaming as well. And sometimes JC would lean backwards a little, accidentally-on-purpose bumping his elbow into Lance just so, so he could blush and look away, and mutter a hurried, "Sorry."
Because whenever he did that, Lance would look at him, with a melting smile, and say, "s'okay," with a small inclination of the head, almost as though he was giving JC a once-over.
He liked it even more when Lance wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him even closer instead of letting him move away and smile at him, open and honest and sincere, with a small shrug. "Stay here."
And JC decided he'd be struck by lightning if he didn't accept a proposal as enticing as that.
But most of all, he reflected, his favorite reaction from Lance was one he'd completely forgotten to expect. He still remembered, how his skin had tingled and the hair at the back of his neck had stood on end, as he swallowed deeply, and tried not to pull away, because he wanted this – wanted, wanted, wanted so badly.
He remembered the taste of Lance's lips, and the way his mouth had been so-fucking-hot, warm and wet and experienced. He shuddered at the mere memory, anticipating, his spine arched unintentionally. He remembered every single thing about that kiss, and the way Lance's lips had curved upwards against his skin, before he'd pulled away.
So now if JC bumps into Lance a little more often than usual, he tries to tell himself it's only because the smile is addictive, that it has nothing to do with the way he doesn'’t-hope Lance will pull him all the way in, and kiss him again.
-fin-
