Challenge 210
Challenge: 210
Title: 4 a.m.
Word Length: 500
Rating/Warnings: PG13 -- a little spicy :3
Notes: I-I think this one turned out a little cheesy. I hope you like it anyway! ;;
It's four in the morning, and Axel wakes up to an empty pillow beside him.
At four in the morning, Axel is only acutely aware of two things: it's still dark out, and the bed used to be a lot warmer. But the warm, sleeping body he was snuggling when he last drifted off is nowhere to be found, and his groggy mind can't quite figure out why. It doesn't strike him to worry, but since he's curious he knows that the mystery of his partner's whereabouts is going to bug him until he finds out.
Reluctantly, he gets out of bed.
Winter. It had to be damn near freezing, if it hadn't hit it already, but there wasn't any frost on the window that he could see. Something draws him to it anyway; maybe it's because it wasn't shut all the way, producing a barely-noticeable draft that probably woke him up. Maybe it's because of the way the blinds are angled, causing thin beams of light from the lamp post outside to hit the bed exactly where he was lying a minute before.
Or maybe it's because Vexen is standing outside in the cold like a damned idiot.
At four in the morning, Axel can't possibly comprehend why.
"What," he inquires when he finally decides to get dressed enough to go outside, "are you doing out here?"
The scientist turns towards him, squinting at him through the darkness with eyes ringed with insomnia. It isn't as if he actually has a reason to be standing out in the cold, really -- he'd convinced himself that it'd help him think more clearly, but he was really only acting on a whim. At four in the morning, Vexen is at a loss for words. Instead he lifts his arms in something like a shrug.
"I am waiting for the next blizzard."
Axel, cold and shivering, just stares.
That was about the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.
"You know," he finally starts, after a couple of minutes of thinking up a suitably dumb response, "when it snows, it feels a heck of a lot warmer."
Vexen, tired and not entirely lucid, just stares.
"And?"
"And,"
And then he's moving fast enough to take Vexen off-guard, acting on a whim of his own; his hands grasp Vexen's shoulders, pushing him back against the freezing metal street lamp and forcing a soft, apprehensive sound from his throat. A devious smile spreads across Axel's lips, jade eyes glancing up to meet chemical green -- and Vexen instantly knows where this is going.
"It's cold out here."
His lips are at Vexen's throat in the next second, his hands wandering down to firmly grasp his hips instead -- and he closes the gap between them, grinding, earning a pretty little gasp and a pleading hand at the small of his back. He smiles wider against Vexen's cold flesh, warming it with his tongue and drawing a wet trail up along his jawline until he reaches his ear.
Axel almost purrs.
"Let's see if I can't make it snow."
Title: 4 a.m.
Word Length: 500
Rating/Warnings: PG13 -- a little spicy :3
Notes: I-I think this one turned out a little cheesy. I hope you like it anyway! ;;
It's four in the morning, and Axel wakes up to an empty pillow beside him.
At four in the morning, Axel is only acutely aware of two things: it's still dark out, and the bed used to be a lot warmer. But the warm, sleeping body he was snuggling when he last drifted off is nowhere to be found, and his groggy mind can't quite figure out why. It doesn't strike him to worry, but since he's curious he knows that the mystery of his partner's whereabouts is going to bug him until he finds out.
Reluctantly, he gets out of bed.
Winter. It had to be damn near freezing, if it hadn't hit it already, but there wasn't any frost on the window that he could see. Something draws him to it anyway; maybe it's because it wasn't shut all the way, producing a barely-noticeable draft that probably woke him up. Maybe it's because of the way the blinds are angled, causing thin beams of light from the lamp post outside to hit the bed exactly where he was lying a minute before.
Or maybe it's because Vexen is standing outside in the cold like a damned idiot.
At four in the morning, Axel can't possibly comprehend why.
"What," he inquires when he finally decides to get dressed enough to go outside, "are you doing out here?"
The scientist turns towards him, squinting at him through the darkness with eyes ringed with insomnia. It isn't as if he actually has a reason to be standing out in the cold, really -- he'd convinced himself that it'd help him think more clearly, but he was really only acting on a whim. At four in the morning, Vexen is at a loss for words. Instead he lifts his arms in something like a shrug.
"I am waiting for the next blizzard."
Axel, cold and shivering, just stares.
That was about the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.
"You know," he finally starts, after a couple of minutes of thinking up a suitably dumb response, "when it snows, it feels a heck of a lot warmer."
Vexen, tired and not entirely lucid, just stares.
"And?"
"And,"
And then he's moving fast enough to take Vexen off-guard, acting on a whim of his own; his hands grasp Vexen's shoulders, pushing him back against the freezing metal street lamp and forcing a soft, apprehensive sound from his throat. A devious smile spreads across Axel's lips, jade eyes glancing up to meet chemical green -- and Vexen instantly knows where this is going.
"It's cold out here."
His lips are at Vexen's throat in the next second, his hands wandering down to firmly grasp his hips instead -- and he closes the gap between them, grinding, earning a pretty little gasp and a pleading hand at the small of his back. He smiles wider against Vexen's cold flesh, warming it with his tongue and drawing a wet trail up along his jawline until he reaches his ear.
Axel almost purrs.
"Let's see if I can't make it snow."