Author's Notes: I've never written a true "ficlet", and when I've tried it always turns into a good sized one-shot. I have never written a slash piece. I decided to kill two birds with one stone!
Summary: Snitch and Itey talk. Slash ficlet.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Snitey
Not Right
They were sitting next to each other, legs hanging off the edge of the bunk bed. They were alone, as they had planned. It wasn't that they were going to do something - they hadn't planned to. They just wanted to talk.
No words came.
Their hands touched. Electricity shot through both of their bodies.
"This isn't right…" Snitch noted, calmly.
"I know," Itey replied.
Grips tightened.
No words came.
Arms comforted.
No words came.
Lips met, and silently, all the words in the world couldn't explain it better.