Drabble: A Man's Man
Leverage, Alec/Eliot, PG, 100 words.
Title: A Man's Man
Guyliner, manscara. A glance of blue could make my heart skip a beat before, but these eyes make it race; leave me breathless.
A necklace for each of his outfits. Wouldn't want a weak neckline, right? I heard the empire waist thing, and the half-assed backpedal. Naked models - whatever, man.
That hair. If my fingers aren't gliding through it, all the way down, at the end of this job? Then I'm dyin' a little inside.
None of these things make him look any less a man, hell no. Just powerful, and wild, and… him.
But I can rock a scarf.
Title: A Man's Man
Guyliner, manscara. A glance of blue could make my heart skip a beat before, but these eyes make it race; leave me breathless.
A necklace for each of his outfits. Wouldn't want a weak neckline, right? I heard the empire waist thing, and the half-assed backpedal. Naked models - whatever, man.
That hair. If my fingers aren't gliding through it, all the way down, at the end of this job? Then I'm dyin' a little inside.
None of these things make him look any less a man, hell no. Just powerful, and wild, and… him.
But I can rock a scarf.