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A Viggo/Sean drabble
for the 'fabric' challenge. Warning: extreme schmoopiness.
Viggo found Sean waiting for him, lying stretched out under the sun on a blanket. Grinning, Viggo crawled atop Sean as if he owned him. He lifted up a bit; his shadow cast down onto Sean’s face and blurted, “I love you, you know.”
Even shaded by Viggo’s shadow, Sean’s green eyes glowed bright and Viggo knew they’d make love, there in the sunshine. He’d said the words and made them real, as real as the plaid fabric of the blanket that he involuntarily clenched between his fingers when Sean arched up into him and said, “I love you too.”
Viggo found Sean waiting for him, lying stretched out under the sun on a blanket. Grinning, Viggo crawled atop Sean as if he owned him. He lifted up a bit; his shadow cast down onto Sean’s face and blurted, “I love you, you know.”
Even shaded by Viggo’s shadow, Sean’s green eyes glowed bright and Viggo knew they’d make love, there in the sunshine. He’d said the words and made them real, as real as the plaid fabric of the blanket that he involuntarily clenched between his fingers when Sean arched up into him and said, “I love you too.”