Heyo! Hope you all had a good Easter. Here are three wee fics I had a random notion to write. Should really get cracking with those other fics I've to finish...I own nothing but this story. Enjoy!

In the quest for a refreshing cup of tea, Mitchell rolled off his bed, descending the stairs, encountering a curious scene. Annie was crouched over George, currently sprawled across the couch in a drunken slumber, snoring loudly, surrounded in a blanket of empty crisp packets and not-so-classy gossip magazines.

A lopsided grin played on Mitchells face, before he pulled a serious demeanour, planning to tease Annie, "Annie, what are you doing?".

Annie stood up quickly, hands behind her back, all innocent and doe eyed, looking everywhere but Mitchell. She chirped, "Nothing", guilty as a child caught stealing some sweets.

Mitchell took a step closer to inspect the scene, discovering Annie had drawn all over George's face in variety of coloured pens.

Stifling back a laugh, Mitchell leaned against the wall, "George is going to kill you, you do know that".

Annie bit her lip, flashing an innocent, 'who me?' look, before rolling her eyes, "I thought you'd be the in here first. Considering what he did to you".

Brief realisation hit Mitchell and it took a millisecond for George's fate to be decided. He did not think back fondly to waking up after a particularly heavy night at the pub. A previous incident involving glue, lot's of glitter and many sparkling twilight references from George.

Mitchell pried the pen from Annie's hand and gently pushed her out of the way, "If we're doing this, at least do it properly".

An hour later, Mitchell and Annie swiped their laughter tears as a high pitch scream rang from upstairs, announcing the sleeping beauty had glanced into a mirror. The words "permanent" formed and Annie and Mitchell shared a guilty glance before Mitchell grabbed his jacket, running out the house, while Annie vanished out of sight.

Probably best to leave George to settle for a little while.


Not that he was complaining, but this was not how Mitchell imagined spending his Thursday evening; memorised by a seductive mess of scratching nails on his skin, hands exploring all the right places, a mixture of soft and hard kisses pressing everywhere but his lips, tracing cool tingles down his spine.

He was enticed by the gentle sway of her hips to a silent beat, dancing in rhythm only for him, struggling to hold back the quiet moan of pleasure threatening to break free. It was rare for a woman to have such a hold over him, heart pounding, touches like little luxuries; he didn't want it to stop and never wanted to return to the real world.

It was the most exciting roller coaster ride, and she had yet to remove her clothes. The glint of a bare shoulder was enough to send Mitchell over the edge.

A mesh of giggles, curls and grey had Mitchell drunk on pleasure, sending him to the magical place that is half dreamy and half awake.

His sultry angel straddled his hips, slowly licking his ear lobe teasingly, before leaning back holding a silk black tie.

"And what are you going to do with that Annie…"

The clanging thud of cutlery woke Mitchell from his dream with a start; George mouth open, ketchup smudged in the corner of his mouth, eyebrows impossibly high, and Annie blushing like mad, averting her gaze.

Mitchell coughed, shifting on the leather couch, hoping to swiftly move the awkwardness along, "Um, what's on TV then".

Yeah this wasn't going to be weird at all then.


George opened the front door of the little pink house, knackered from his shift at the hospital, noticing Mitchell leaning against the hallway wall; arms crossed staring dreamily into the living room.

George had yet to even open his mouth with a greeting before Mitchell shushed him, flapping his hand like an old biddy, "Shhh, Annie's asleep! Look! She snores and everything".

George tip toed beside Mitchell, following his gaze to a sleeping Annie curled up on the couch.

Glancing to his watch and worryingly, the gushy look in Mitchell's eye, George couldn't help but snort, "Oh my God god, look at you, you've gone all soft".

Mitchell sniffed, "I have not!".

George stuttered, eyes wide, "Yeah, you so have. It's like when I found you crying over Little Women the other day".

Mitchell pointed a finger, "Hey! That film is a classic".

The guys continued to watch her, for a few minutes before George checked his watch again, "Should I wake her? I'm a bit peckish now".

Mitchell shot George a look, "No, did no one ever tell you never wake a sleeping woman".

George looked incredulous, "You're just making that up. Plus, the Real Hustle is on in…2 minutes".

Mitchell held his hands in the air, a sign of defeat and retreated into the kitchen, "Don't say I didn't warn you George!".

George made a face and slowly crept over to Annie, nudging her.

Mitchell chuckled as he heard Annie scream, first in shock, and then in annoyance, hitting George while he stuttered rather odd explanations and apologies for his actions.

This was their home.