One last drabble before bed!
I'm sure it's not yet midnight somewhere in the world. So I'm grabbing one more prompt from moth2fic, and I'm using it my title, because it's late and I'm too tired to think of anything cleverer.
Overnight
Love, decided Doyle, was an incomprehensible thing.
Bodie wasn’t a particularly attractive sight. He was lying on his back with his mouth open, dribbling onto his chin. Lovely habit, that. When Bodie was tired enough he could soak whole pillows.
And then there was that other thing Bodie did. The reason why Doyle was awake at three in the morning.
“Oi!” Doyle kicked him. “Stop snoring!”
Bodie blinked and smiled drowsily. Rolling over, he threw an arm across Doyle’s chest and fell damply asleep on his shoulder.
Three in the bloody morning, and...
Maybe not as incomprehensible as all that.
~end~
Overnight
Love, decided Doyle, was an incomprehensible thing.
Bodie wasn’t a particularly attractive sight. He was lying on his back with his mouth open, dribbling onto his chin. Lovely habit, that. When Bodie was tired enough he could soak whole pillows.
And then there was that other thing Bodie did. The reason why Doyle was awake at three in the morning.
“Oi!” Doyle kicked him. “Stop snoring!”
Bodie blinked and smiled drowsily. Rolling over, he threw an arm across Doyle’s chest and fell damply asleep on his shoulder.
Three in the bloody morning, and...
Maybe not as incomprehensible as all that.
~end~