title: Your little toes
author: kori
fandom: weiss kreuz
pairing: Schu/Crawford
rating: none
disclaimer: doesn't belong to me. i don't claim them. ^^
archive: no. (you could ask tho, maybe i'll say yes).
dedication: to key, because it's her fault that i wrote
Schu/Crawlie.
summary: Someone had a little too much alcohol. Not me, tho.
laalala.
*****
Your little toes
"I'm just a little tipsy," Schuldig told Crawford, prodding
his lover's nose with the tip of his finger.
The pre-cog batted the hand away. "You're drunk off your ass."
He stated, moved farther into the room and let himself
fall onto the couch.
For the last two days he'd been searching for the
telepath. Now he'd finally found him. In the middle of some
dark street, without shoes, his bare feet bleeding from when
he had stepped onto shards of glass.
"No, I'm not. I feel happy," Schu sing-songed and grinned,
then made his way on unsteady feet toward his lover, leaving
blood-red footprints on the beige carpet.
Not able to be angry about even that, Crawford just snorted,
wryly amused. Two days of searching had changed his mood
from anger to worry to fear. Now he simply felt relieved and
tired.
When Schuldig tumbled into his lap, he wrapped his arms
around his beloved.
The telepath was staring down, wriggling his bare toes.
"They say they hurt and you have to kiss it better." He
stuck out his lower lip like a child.
Crawford kissed the top of the orange head snuggled against
his shoulder. "Where did you leave your shoes and socks
anyway?"
"Toes told me they were depressed, never seeing the sunlight
and all."
Crawford sighed. "Koibito?"
"Mmmm?"
"Let's clean those poor little toes of yours and get them
into bed."
*****
end.
author: kori
fandom: weiss kreuz
pairing: Schu/Crawford
rating: none
disclaimer: doesn't belong to me. i don't claim them. ^^
archive: no. (you could ask tho, maybe i'll say yes).
dedication: to key, because it's her fault that i wrote
Schu/Crawlie.
summary: Someone had a little too much alcohol. Not me, tho.
laalala.
*****
Your little toes
"I'm just a little tipsy," Schuldig told Crawford, prodding
his lover's nose with the tip of his finger.
The pre-cog batted the hand away. "You're drunk off your ass."
He stated, moved farther into the room and let himself
fall onto the couch.
For the last two days he'd been searching for the
telepath. Now he'd finally found him. In the middle of some
dark street, without shoes, his bare feet bleeding from when
he had stepped onto shards of glass.
"No, I'm not. I feel happy," Schu sing-songed and grinned,
then made his way on unsteady feet toward his lover, leaving
blood-red footprints on the beige carpet.
Not able to be angry about even that, Crawford just snorted,
wryly amused. Two days of searching had changed his mood
from anger to worry to fear. Now he simply felt relieved and
tired.
When Schuldig tumbled into his lap, he wrapped his arms
around his beloved.
The telepath was staring down, wriggling his bare toes.
"They say they hurt and you have to kiss it better." He
stuck out his lower lip like a child.
Crawford kissed the top of the orange head snuggled against
his shoulder. "Where did you leave your shoes and socks
anyway?"
"Toes told me they were depressed, never seeing the sunlight
and all."
Crawford sighed. "Koibito?"
"Mmmm?"
"Let's clean those poor little toes of yours and get them
into bed."
*****
end.