Silly drabbles
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lotrips100
Cuffed -(plus a slightly schmoopier verison)
Viggo/Sean
“Well, I’ve thought about it and the answer is no.”
“Vig, I have to pack.”
“Don’t care.”
“People are expecting me.”
“Not my problem.”
“Bloody hell! My flight leaves in less than two hours and you’re telling me you’re not going to,” flustered, Sean tugged pointedly at his wrist, handcuffed to the bed, “relinquish me from your custody?”
Viggo smiled lazily and sliding his sweat wet body against Sean’s, drawled into his ear, “Nope.”
“Viggo!”
Blue eyes sought green. “Sean, do you honestly want me to let you go?’
Softly, “No.”
Viggo grinned wolfishly. “Good, because I’m not going to.”
***
And the slightly schmoopier verison:
“Well, I’ve thought about it and the answer is no.”
“Vig, I have to pack.”
“Don’t care.”
“People are expecting me.”
“Not my problem.”
“Bloody hell! My flight leaves in two hours and you’re telling me you’re not going to,” flustered, Sean tugged pointedly at his wrist, handcuffed to the bed, “relinquish me from your custody?”
Viggo smiled lazily and sliding his sweat wet body against Sean’s, drawled into his ear, “Nope.”
“Viggo!”
“Sean, the airport isn’t going anywhere. Stay. Be mine one more night.”
Softly, “I’m always yours, Vig.”
“Jesus, Sean... that’s, that’s a yes, then?”
Sean smiled. “Yeah.”
lotrips100Cuffed -(plus a slightly schmoopier verison)
Viggo/Sean
“Well, I’ve thought about it and the answer is no.”
“Vig, I have to pack.”
“Don’t care.”
“People are expecting me.”
“Not my problem.”
“Bloody hell! My flight leaves in less than two hours and you’re telling me you’re not going to,” flustered, Sean tugged pointedly at his wrist, handcuffed to the bed, “relinquish me from your custody?”
Viggo smiled lazily and sliding his sweat wet body against Sean’s, drawled into his ear, “Nope.”
“Viggo!”
Blue eyes sought green. “Sean, do you honestly want me to let you go?’
Softly, “No.”
Viggo grinned wolfishly. “Good, because I’m not going to.”
***
And the slightly schmoopier verison:
“Well, I’ve thought about it and the answer is no.”
“Vig, I have to pack.”
“Don’t care.”
“People are expecting me.”
“Not my problem.”
“Bloody hell! My flight leaves in two hours and you’re telling me you’re not going to,” flustered, Sean tugged pointedly at his wrist, handcuffed to the bed, “relinquish me from your custody?”
Viggo smiled lazily and sliding his sweat wet body against Sean’s, drawled into his ear, “Nope.”
“Viggo!”
“Sean, the airport isn’t going anywhere. Stay. Be mine one more night.”
Softly, “I’m always yours, Vig.”
“Jesus, Sean... that’s, that’s a yes, then?”
Sean smiled. “Yeah.”
