Fourthly
Title(s): Adorable
Author: julia_dreamer
Fandom(s): Count Cain/Godchild
Pairing(s): Cassian/Jezebel liek woah
Length: 536
Summary: "'Mm, that may be so. But you’re rather adorable. You must forgive me for forgetting.'"
Note: For kawaii_gaara
Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I don’t really want to think about what would happen if I did.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
“Doctor, I’ve finished.” Another relatively unimportant task completed in record time. He wasn’t proud of himself. He was bored.
Jezebel smiled absently and patted him on the head. “Good boy.”
Cassian determined - not for the first time - that he hated that look. It graced the Doctor’s pretty features far too often, for reasons that made Cassian decidedly uncomfortable. But luckily he’d been given a perfectly good reason to start an argument, or else he would have been hard-pressed to think of a subject he could bring up that would not lead to hysterics.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not a child,” he stated sharply.
Jezebel laughed. “Mm, that may be so. But you’re rather adorable. You must forgive me for forgetting.”
That made him blush, turning away in something that wasn’t quite anger. Damn pre-adolescent hormones.
“…you look a bit flushed, Cassian; are you well?” Sometimes he wished Jezebel wasn’t quite so dense. Like right now.
“I’m fine, Doctor.”
“You always say that. Your cheeks are all red. Here, let me look at you…”
Long fingers tilted his chin up, and a soft hand pressed against his forehead as Jezebel bent over him. Cassian stayed still as the Doctor checked him over in that vacantly worried way of his, until he was apparently satisfied. He might have straightened up and gone back to his work, content that Cassian was indeed fine, and his attention was no longer needed, had the older man not chosen that moment to press their lips together in a startlingly passionate kiss. Jezebel whimpered and sank to his knees, arms wrapping around the other’s small frame, drawing him closer. Cassian smirked inwardly as he was allowed access to the Doctor’s mouth, and took the opportunity to carefully relearn the inside with his tongue. Jezebel whined and dragged him down into his lap. Cassian gasped and broke the kiss, panting softly.
Jezebel mewled in protest and Cassian almost laughed, almost kissed him again, but he scowled instead, squirming a little in his grip. “You shouldn’t say such nonsense, Doctor, unless you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.”
“But you are adorable,” he whispered, breath hitching slightly. Cassian rolled his eyes and latched his mouth onto Jezebel’s throat, nipping and sucking. Tangled silver hair fell out of the way when the Doctor tilted his head back, allowing him better access, sweet little pleased noises falling form his lips.
“I. Am. Not. Adorable,” Cassian hissed back, punctuating each word with a sharp little bite, stopping just short of leaving marks.
“Fine, you’re… you’re not… Cassian, I…” That brought a smirk. Jezebel was incoherency at its best. The older man pulled back, surveying the pleading look on the younger’s face before giving him a chaste kiss and standing up again.
“Your experiment’s still running, Doctor. No need to blow up the lab today, is there?” he asked, a bored expression overtaking his features. Jezebel started and came to his senses, hurrying back to his work.
Cassian smiled and leaned against the wall near the door, pulling a knife out of his pocket and twirling it absently, humming as he watched Jezebel fuss over his research. The Doctor was the one who was adorable, really. Not him.
[A/N] I apologize for any spastic spelling error or nonsense. It was midnight when I finished this, only more by accident. >>;
Author: julia_dreamer
Fandom(s): Count Cain/Godchild
Pairing(s): Cassian/Jezebel liek woah
Length: 536
Summary: "'Mm, that may be so. But you’re rather adorable. You must forgive me for forgetting.'"
Note: For kawaii_gaara
Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I don’t really want to think about what would happen if I did.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
“Doctor, I’ve finished.” Another relatively unimportant task completed in record time. He wasn’t proud of himself. He was bored.
Jezebel smiled absently and patted him on the head. “Good boy.”
Cassian determined - not for the first time - that he hated that look. It graced the Doctor’s pretty features far too often, for reasons that made Cassian decidedly uncomfortable. But luckily he’d been given a perfectly good reason to start an argument, or else he would have been hard-pressed to think of a subject he could bring up that would not lead to hysterics.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not a child,” he stated sharply.
Jezebel laughed. “Mm, that may be so. But you’re rather adorable. You must forgive me for forgetting.”
That made him blush, turning away in something that wasn’t quite anger. Damn pre-adolescent hormones.
“…you look a bit flushed, Cassian; are you well?” Sometimes he wished Jezebel wasn’t quite so dense. Like right now.
“I’m fine, Doctor.”
“You always say that. Your cheeks are all red. Here, let me look at you…”
Long fingers tilted his chin up, and a soft hand pressed against his forehead as Jezebel bent over him. Cassian stayed still as the Doctor checked him over in that vacantly worried way of his, until he was apparently satisfied. He might have straightened up and gone back to his work, content that Cassian was indeed fine, and his attention was no longer needed, had the older man not chosen that moment to press their lips together in a startlingly passionate kiss. Jezebel whimpered and sank to his knees, arms wrapping around the other’s small frame, drawing him closer. Cassian smirked inwardly as he was allowed access to the Doctor’s mouth, and took the opportunity to carefully relearn the inside with his tongue. Jezebel whined and dragged him down into his lap. Cassian gasped and broke the kiss, panting softly.
Jezebel mewled in protest and Cassian almost laughed, almost kissed him again, but he scowled instead, squirming a little in his grip. “You shouldn’t say such nonsense, Doctor, unless you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.”
“But you are adorable,” he whispered, breath hitching slightly. Cassian rolled his eyes and latched his mouth onto Jezebel’s throat, nipping and sucking. Tangled silver hair fell out of the way when the Doctor tilted his head back, allowing him better access, sweet little pleased noises falling form his lips.
“I. Am. Not. Adorable,” Cassian hissed back, punctuating each word with a sharp little bite, stopping just short of leaving marks.
“Fine, you’re… you’re not… Cassian, I…” That brought a smirk. Jezebel was incoherency at its best. The older man pulled back, surveying the pleading look on the younger’s face before giving him a chaste kiss and standing up again.
“Your experiment’s still running, Doctor. No need to blow up the lab today, is there?” he asked, a bored expression overtaking his features. Jezebel started and came to his senses, hurrying back to his work.
Cassian smiled and leaned against the wall near the door, pulling a knife out of his pocket and twirling it absently, humming as he watched Jezebel fuss over his research. The Doctor was the one who was adorable, really. Not him.
[A/N] I apologize for any spastic spelling error or nonsense. It was midnight when I finished this, only more by accident. >>;