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A/N: This was much too long to post into the TDI forum I normally haunt, but...Anyway, I still have dedication Noah/Duncan fic to write, but my current storyline is kind of blocked and you guys, I'm working on it! I promise, I won't leave you high and dry.
Very much credited to Nikki-kun, without whom this never would have been written.
Hear
Noah likes it best when he can hear Duncan's heartbeat; they're curled up together in bed, drapes drawn tight over the windows and all he needs is the hand on his back and the sound of the heart beating fiercely as he lays his head on Duncan's chest.
Trek
It didn't surprise Noah to learn that Duncan was a Star Trek fan; it did, however, surprise Duncan when Noah curled up in his lap one night and proceeded to tell him how incredibly hot he thought Spock was whenever he argued with Kirk.
Slip
"I think it looks pretty," Noah's hands clap over his mouth the moment it slips through his tongue, he backs away seeing the feral expression on Duncan's face, feeling apprehension (and maybe a little desire?).
Cotton
The sheets are Egyptian cotton, four-hundred thread count, Noah's tastes are refined and he won't have the bed any other way; Duncan doesn't care because the sheets are more often off the bed than on.
Sweet
There are always sweets in the kitchen and even though Noah doesn't really like them, the way Duncan's face lights up when he comes home and see's a fresh cake or some muffins makes it totally worth it.
Hungry
It's that look in his eyes that does it, the way Noah climbs into his lap dressed in the maid costume and his eyes twinkle as he asks "Would you like dessert before or after the main course?" that makes Duncan sweep the carefully prepared meal off the dining room table and have dessert right then and there.
Box
Noah slaps him and walks away in a huff, but Ducan knows he's just annoyed as he laughs; it was too cute not to point out that even standing on the box Noah wasn't as tall as Duncan.
Hip
Duncan's mouth waters as Noah dances toward him, hips swinging in time to the jungle beat playing out of their stereo, dressed in nothing but along button-down shirt and a pair of borrowed heels.
High
"If this is the way it feels," Noah pants (Duncan's mouth has dragged the very last drop of air from his lungs and even his thoughts are hazy and shallow), "if this is the way it feels to be high, then drug me baby, every night, I don't want this feeling to stop--"and he is cut-off as Duncan obliges like the good boyfriend he is.
Fizzy
There are fizzy drinks and then there are fizzy drinks; Duncan appreciates the way the champagne seems to have made Noah more affectionate than normal, he gives him another glass and a quick kiss to the lips and knows come morning he'll have to deal with crabby attitude and whining but "Dunacn, the walls are spinning let's dance, I think it'd be hot--" Noah's hand is hot in his and he can't help but take his own drink of liquid courage and shuffle off to dance.
-la fin.
Review please?