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csi_sanders1129Wow. Okay, do I fail or what? ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dark_dreymer requested this when I did the comment-meme challenge a few weeks back. Just realized that I never replied. Oops. ^^;;
Here ya go! It's not much, but I kinda feel like writing for BWoC again now, which I haven't for a while. I think I'm gonna dig out some of the episodes and watch a few. See if Tommy and Merton feel cooperative enough to send some plotbunnies wolves my way.
Tommy ducks his head to kiss Merton soundly on the lips while the movie they’d been watching plays forgotten in the background. He’s not really sure how this happened. One minute, they’d simply been enjoying some cheesy but classic black and white vampire movie, and then next… well. This.
“Mrngh.” Merton groans against his mouth, as Tommy’s hands come up to tangle in the other’s spiky black hair.
He tastes like popcorn and soda and something so underlyingly Merton that he can’t seem to get enough of it. The wolf within him seems to enjoy that last one most of all, as a growl escapes Tommy’s otherwise in control self.
“You… alright?” Merton manages, between heated kisses, his own hands fisted in the material of Tommy’s t-shirt.
Tommy nods, and blinks in confusion because he is alright. He’s not wolfing out, he realizes with a start. Normally he’d be all fur-covered and fang toothed by now. But the wolf seems to be letting him run this show. It approves.
If that’s not a good sign, nothing is.
dark_dreymer requested this when I did the comment-meme challenge a few weeks back. Just realized that I never replied. Oops. ^^;;Here ya go! It's not much, but I kinda feel like writing for BWoC again now, which I haven't for a while. I think I'm gonna dig out some of the episodes and watch a few. See if Tommy and Merton feel cooperative enough to send some plot
Tommy ducks his head to kiss Merton soundly on the lips while the movie they’d been watching plays forgotten in the background. He’s not really sure how this happened. One minute, they’d simply been enjoying some cheesy but classic black and white vampire movie, and then next… well. This.
“Mrngh.” Merton groans against his mouth, as Tommy’s hands come up to tangle in the other’s spiky black hair.
He tastes like popcorn and soda and something so underlyingly Merton that he can’t seem to get enough of it. The wolf within him seems to enjoy that last one most of all, as a growl escapes Tommy’s otherwise in control self.
“You… alright?” Merton manages, between heated kisses, his own hands fisted in the material of Tommy’s t-shirt.
Tommy nods, and blinks in confusion because he is alright. He’s not wolfing out, he realizes with a start. Normally he’d be all fur-covered and fang toothed by now. But the wolf seems to be letting him run this show. It approves.
If that’s not a good sign, nothing is.
