Good Night, Hello, & I Love You (X-Men; Bank; PG)
Title: "Good Night, Hello, and I Love You"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Drabblish
Word Count: 225
Date Written: 14 July, 2012
Challenge: For a ComicDrabbles LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Doctor Henry "Hank" "Beast" McCoy, Robert "Bobby" "Iceman" Drake, the X-Men, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Marvel comics and Disney, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He loves every inch of him, from his deep, blue eyes that always so easily see directly into his soul to his furry, blue toes that are so cute when they wriggle. He quite often finds himself just watching him as he reads, experiments, or walks across the ceiling to their bed. He knows he still thinks himself a monster, but Bobby knows the truth. There's no one more beautiful than his Hank.
He loves all that he is. He loves him for his amazing brain, his heroic nature, his bulging muscles, his rich voice, and secretly romantic nature. Yet, every time Hank touches him, Bobby is reminded of what he loves the most about his partner. He loves the way he touches him. The slightest stroke from his fuzzy fingers pours instantaneous heat throughout every inch of Bobby's cold body, warming him through to his very soul and bringing him utter and complete pleasure as only Hank has ever given him.
He's touching him now, just a soft touch on his bare back as he slips into bed with him, and despite his exhaustion from the day's missions, Bobby immediately finds himself rejuvenating. He curls around his hand, throws himself back into his arms, and purrs, a habit he picked up from him, as he kisses him good night, hello, and I love you.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Warnings: Slash, Drabblish
Word Count: 225
Date Written: 14 July, 2012
Challenge: For a ComicDrabbles LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Doctor Henry "Hank" "Beast" McCoy, Robert "Bobby" "Iceman" Drake, the X-Men, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Marvel comics and Disney, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He loves every inch of him, from his deep, blue eyes that always so easily see directly into his soul to his furry, blue toes that are so cute when they wriggle. He quite often finds himself just watching him as he reads, experiments, or walks across the ceiling to their bed. He knows he still thinks himself a monster, but Bobby knows the truth. There's no one more beautiful than his Hank.
He loves all that he is. He loves him for his amazing brain, his heroic nature, his bulging muscles, his rich voice, and secretly romantic nature. Yet, every time Hank touches him, Bobby is reminded of what he loves the most about his partner. He loves the way he touches him. The slightest stroke from his fuzzy fingers pours instantaneous heat throughout every inch of Bobby's cold body, warming him through to his very soul and bringing him utter and complete pleasure as only Hank has ever given him.
He's touching him now, just a soft touch on his bare back as he slips into bed with him, and despite his exhaustion from the day's missions, Bobby immediately finds himself rejuvenating. He curls around his hand, throws himself back into his arms, and purrs, a habit he picked up from him, as he kisses him good night, hello, and I love you.
The End