AN: Alright, this is my first time writing slash of any sort, so bear with me please. Mind you, it's still nothing too graphic, just a little innocent Webgott fluff.
I didn't get any reviews for my previous drabble piece, and it really disheartened me. But I've decided to give it another shot. If I get more response on this piece, I might write a more graphic sequel, but that all depends on the reviews I get.
Song: A little less conversation by Elvis Presley
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Joe Liebgott sighed mentally. He wasn't feeling very pleased.
It was another beautiful day in Austria, the sun was shining, they weren't being shot at anymore, they were off duty for the moment. By any account he should be happy and out looking for mischief.
But instead he'd spent the last half hour listening to Webster babble about some random guy and the things he'd written.
"Why did I have to fall for a Harvard Literature student?" , he silently mused.
Webster, having no idea of his companion's internal monologue was still happily chatting about the miracle called Shakespeare.
Liebgott swore silently. 'Shit, I can't take this anymore'. He interrupted Webster mid-sentence and pressed his lips to his.
After a short battle for dominance Liebgott let go.
Webster was still sitting in the same position, looking very dazed, with his eyes half-closed and his mouth still open in surprise. 'Huh? Wha-'
Liebgott smirked. 'Has anyone ever told you you talk too much?'