Ficlet: Roses (SB/OB, PG)
Title: Roses
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: PG
Archive: northern_softy orlandoslash fellow_shippers bean_squee troy_rps Any one else just ask.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Let me know if you find any mistakes
Notes: For bluespirit_star. The drabble ran away from me. *g*
The room smelled sweet, almost too sweet. At least a half dozen bouquets of flowers were situated around the room, all from people wishing Orlando well for his latest premier.
Without looking at the cards, Orlando knew that none of them were from Sean. Sean always sent a mixture of one dozen red roses and one dozen white roses. And he always called Orlando an hour before Orlando was scheduled to leave for the premier.
Except this time.
They had fought the night before, Orlando wanting Sean to come with him and Sean refusing. Sighing, Orlando checked his phone one last time, then opened the door to head down stairs for the limo.
And there, in his doorway, bouquet in hand, was Sean.
"We'd better put these in water quickly," Sean said. "Or we'll be late."
Orlando didn't say a word, just launched himself into Sean's arms, kissing him hungrily, squishing the roses between them, grinding their sweet perfume into their clothes with each squirm of Orlando's body against Sean's.
"We can be a few minutes late," Orlando said, pulling Sean into the room.
Author: jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: PG
Archive: northern_softy orlandoslash fellow_shippers bean_squee troy_rps Any one else just ask.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Beta: None. Let me know if you find any mistakes
Notes: For bluespirit_star. The drabble ran away from me. *g*
The room smelled sweet, almost too sweet. At least a half dozen bouquets of flowers were situated around the room, all from people wishing Orlando well for his latest premier.
Without looking at the cards, Orlando knew that none of them were from Sean. Sean always sent a mixture of one dozen red roses and one dozen white roses. And he always called Orlando an hour before Orlando was scheduled to leave for the premier.
Except this time.
They had fought the night before, Orlando wanting Sean to come with him and Sean refusing. Sighing, Orlando checked his phone one last time, then opened the door to head down stairs for the limo.
And there, in his doorway, bouquet in hand, was Sean.
"We'd better put these in water quickly," Sean said. "Or we'll be late."
Orlando didn't say a word, just launched himself into Sean's arms, kissing him hungrily, squishing the roses between them, grinding their sweet perfume into their clothes with each squirm of Orlando's body against Sean's.
"We can be a few minutes late," Orlando said, pulling Sean into the room.