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Here's a seaninic drabble i wrote a work the other day...i've been off cus me mum has been up the past couple days ^.^
Title: The Truth
Author: Christina aka just me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Seaninic
Summary: A quick morning after drabble.
It’s eight thirty in the morning--or so your alarm-clock reads. I look over at your sleeping face. You look almost angelic. Almost like a little boy.
The slight ache in my ass tells me you aren’t as angelic as you appear to be. The stiffness reminds me of last night. You aren’t as innocent as you appear to be. Thank God for that. I was thinking I would have to wait forever. I know when I should take an opportunity, though, and did so eagerly.
I lean over to gingerly plant a kiss on your forehead. I should get dressed. It only takes a few minutes to do so and go downstairs.
Your wife is making breakfast and two little cherub faces greet me like nothing has happened. I just had a sleepover with daddy. No big deal. I swallow a gulp. My guilt rises like bile in my throat. This isn’t how I want the morning-after to end, but I know I should slink out like the slime that I am.
She clears her throat and I peer up with my head still bent in shame. “I hope you had fun Dominic,” she spits out my name. Apparently it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But she continues to talk, “because that is the first and only time that is ever going to happen.”
I nod. My mouth is dry and I can’t speak. I turn away and walk out the door. I’m glad she doesn’t know the truth. It’s better this way.
Title: The Truth
Author: Christina aka just me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Seaninic
Summary: A quick morning after drabble.
It’s eight thirty in the morning--or so your alarm-clock reads. I look over at your sleeping face. You look almost angelic. Almost like a little boy.
The slight ache in my ass tells me you aren’t as angelic as you appear to be. The stiffness reminds me of last night. You aren’t as innocent as you appear to be. Thank God for that. I was thinking I would have to wait forever. I know when I should take an opportunity, though, and did so eagerly.
I lean over to gingerly plant a kiss on your forehead. I should get dressed. It only takes a few minutes to do so and go downstairs.
Your wife is making breakfast and two little cherub faces greet me like nothing has happened. I just had a sleepover with daddy. No big deal. I swallow a gulp. My guilt rises like bile in my throat. This isn’t how I want the morning-after to end, but I know I should slink out like the slime that I am.
She clears her throat and I peer up with my head still bent in shame. “I hope you had fun Dominic,” she spits out my name. Apparently it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But she continues to talk, “because that is the first and only time that is ever going to happen.”
I nod. My mouth is dry and I can’t speak. I turn away and walk out the door. I’m glad she doesn’t know the truth. It’s better this way.