The Lint - FFF (Valentine) - related, continuation of 'The Spot'- universe
The lint
author: scotianova
warnings: it's not revised
This is part 8 of "The Spot" universe
previous parts can be found here:
Pt 1: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/48749.html
Pt 2: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/49863.html
Pt 3: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/50504.html
Pt 4: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/50783.html
Pt 5: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/51052.html
Pt 6: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/51238.html
Pt 7: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/54997.html
The previous installment ended:
You feel him shift, turn his head until his lips touch your ear, you almost expect him to make a mocking comment to diffuse your melancholy.
But he just kisses your earlobe - gently, so gently, gentler than gently.
“Marry me, Luke”.
…
“What? “
“You heard me!” His voice has an irritated undertone now, gone is the gentleness, replaced by insecurity. You know, he might never repeat his proposal. Never.
Reid the man rubbishing marriage as “ritual reçue, incapable of keeping people together who aren’t meant to be.”
“Yes I heard you, but I don’t want you to propose after all the years only because you think I want to hear it. We are back together - hopefully more stable than ever. We don’t need any papers to prove to us and other people that we belong together.”
“And if someone is about to drive a wedge between a couple a ring wouldn’t prevent them from trying.” He completes your thoughts.
“Right!”
“He was at the hospital the other day.”
“Brian Bering?”
“Yeah…”
“What was he doing there?”
“He wanted to talk to me.”
“And?”
“I don’t know - lucky for me he ran into Casey who told him to back off.”
“So it was Casey who told you…” now you are irritated, not because of Casey’s intervention - you know, if you and Reid broke up Casey would lose his faith in mankind - but because of Brain Bering showing up at the hospital to do what? Bug your man? You’ve thought you’ve been clear enough, you’ve thought Brian Bering has finally gotten the message.
Obviously not.
“He still makes you insecure, right?”
“No, not in general, but his obtrusiveness - it’s singular, right? It’s unsettling. As if he’s possessed with the idea of you and him.”
“The thing is that Morgan Appleton wants him to design the new exhibition hall, so he might stay a bit longer.” You say more to yourself than to Reid instantly regretting it because you feel him tense up.
“Reid, we love each other, we mustn’t allow him to do come between us.”
“Especially not bother us while being in bed.” He growls but you feel that his mood is shifting.
You feel it physically. His hardness pressing against your loin is unmistakable. You carefully wriggle yourself out of his embrace and present him your back. He instantly peppers your shoulders with gentle kisses - his soft lips contrasting his hard dick.
“Do you believe after being together for years many guys are still so hot for each other like us?” You ask him reaching back to lead his penis the way to your entrance.
“Shut up, talking time is over!” You’re ok with that - Reid’s physical messages have always been very clear anyway. Tomorrow is time enough to think of something to put Brian Bering in his place.
Grabbing Reid’s cheeks to force him deeper into you, you think that you’ll never take his and your incredible closeness for granted.
…
Reid tolerates Valentine’s Day only because of the three boxes of Belgian Truffles you give him every year and mostly he inhales them within two days. Getting him to attend Memorial’s Valentine’s ball though he always makes you pay for that.
Something tells you that he won’t resist this year tough.
The Festive committee has outdone themselves this time. The entire hospital is adorned with flowers and heart shaped balloons. You smile - it’s gorgeous! Unfortunately Reid is in surgery when the party starts so you are alone first, have some small talk, avoid looking in Brain Bering’s direction who is talking with Mr. Appleton. Then you wave at Bob Hughes and are about to leave in order to look for Reid. It’s when he rushes into the hall wearing black jeans and an anthracite shirt - obviously he hasn’t had time to change.
“Sorry I am late and still in jeans - if I’ll rush I could be back in an hour…” He’s out of breath, but wants you to know that he’s willing to make concessions to you.
You reach out and touch his shoulder to brush off a lint.
“No, stay the way you are - it’s perfect. You look great!”
“Seriously?”
You comb his curls with your hand and don’t bother to tame them.
“Yes - you’re perfect - just the way you are.”
His tongue darts out - he often does that when he’s confused and you lean in to kiss him.
You know Oakdale’s society is used to your attacks of PDA - so you don’t worry about if anyone would take offense in you even wrapping your arms tighter around your man.
When you finally break the kiss and you both turn around and face the dancing crowd you feel Brian’s dark eyes under those bushy eyebrows on both of you more than you actually see them and you wonder if Brian Bering gets the message this time for good or if he needs another lecture.
author: scotianova
warnings: it's not revised
This is part 8 of "The Spot" universe
previous parts can be found here:
Pt 1: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/48749.html
Pt 2: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/49863.html
Pt 3: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/50504.html
Pt 4: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/50783.html
Pt 5: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/51052.html
Pt 6: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/51238.html
Pt 7: http://scotianova.livejournal.com/54997.html
The previous installment ended:
You feel him shift, turn his head until his lips touch your ear, you almost expect him to make a mocking comment to diffuse your melancholy.
But he just kisses your earlobe - gently, so gently, gentler than gently.
“Marry me, Luke”.
…
“What? “
“You heard me!” His voice has an irritated undertone now, gone is the gentleness, replaced by insecurity. You know, he might never repeat his proposal. Never.
Reid the man rubbishing marriage as “ritual reçue, incapable of keeping people together who aren’t meant to be.”
“Yes I heard you, but I don’t want you to propose after all the years only because you think I want to hear it. We are back together - hopefully more stable than ever. We don’t need any papers to prove to us and other people that we belong together.”
“And if someone is about to drive a wedge between a couple a ring wouldn’t prevent them from trying.” He completes your thoughts.
“Right!”
“He was at the hospital the other day.”
“Brian Bering?”
“Yeah…”
“What was he doing there?”
“He wanted to talk to me.”
“And?”
“I don’t know - lucky for me he ran into Casey who told him to back off.”
“So it was Casey who told you…” now you are irritated, not because of Casey’s intervention - you know, if you and Reid broke up Casey would lose his faith in mankind - but because of Brain Bering showing up at the hospital to do what? Bug your man? You’ve thought you’ve been clear enough, you’ve thought Brian Bering has finally gotten the message.
Obviously not.
“He still makes you insecure, right?”
“No, not in general, but his obtrusiveness - it’s singular, right? It’s unsettling. As if he’s possessed with the idea of you and him.”
“The thing is that Morgan Appleton wants him to design the new exhibition hall, so he might stay a bit longer.” You say more to yourself than to Reid instantly regretting it because you feel him tense up.
“Reid, we love each other, we mustn’t allow him to do come between us.”
“Especially not bother us while being in bed.” He growls but you feel that his mood is shifting.
You feel it physically. His hardness pressing against your loin is unmistakable. You carefully wriggle yourself out of his embrace and present him your back. He instantly peppers your shoulders with gentle kisses - his soft lips contrasting his hard dick.
“Do you believe after being together for years many guys are still so hot for each other like us?” You ask him reaching back to lead his penis the way to your entrance.
“Shut up, talking time is over!” You’re ok with that - Reid’s physical messages have always been very clear anyway. Tomorrow is time enough to think of something to put Brian Bering in his place.
Grabbing Reid’s cheeks to force him deeper into you, you think that you’ll never take his and your incredible closeness for granted.
…
Reid tolerates Valentine’s Day only because of the three boxes of Belgian Truffles you give him every year and mostly he inhales them within two days. Getting him to attend Memorial’s Valentine’s ball though he always makes you pay for that.
Something tells you that he won’t resist this year tough.
The Festive committee has outdone themselves this time. The entire hospital is adorned with flowers and heart shaped balloons. You smile - it’s gorgeous! Unfortunately Reid is in surgery when the party starts so you are alone first, have some small talk, avoid looking in Brain Bering’s direction who is talking with Mr. Appleton. Then you wave at Bob Hughes and are about to leave in order to look for Reid. It’s when he rushes into the hall wearing black jeans and an anthracite shirt - obviously he hasn’t had time to change.
“Sorry I am late and still in jeans - if I’ll rush I could be back in an hour…” He’s out of breath, but wants you to know that he’s willing to make concessions to you.
You reach out and touch his shoulder to brush off a lint.
“No, stay the way you are - it’s perfect. You look great!”
“Seriously?”
You comb his curls with your hand and don’t bother to tame them.
“Yes - you’re perfect - just the way you are.”
His tongue darts out - he often does that when he’s confused and you lean in to kiss him.
You know Oakdale’s society is used to your attacks of PDA - so you don’t worry about if anyone would take offense in you even wrapping your arms tighter around your man.
When you finally break the kiss and you both turn around and face the dancing crowd you feel Brian’s dark eyes under those bushy eyebrows on both of you more than you actually see them and you wonder if Brian Bering gets the message this time for good or if he needs another lecture.