Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I wrote in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.
Utensil Joy
Part Trois
"Stuff's in there," George pointed over his shoulder, then turned back to counting out plates.
"Mm," came the reply from the other side of the kitchen, then the muted chang of utensils bumping together as they were pulled from their drawer.
A moment later, George almost dropped the plates he was holding as something hard ran up his spine before cool metal kissed his neck. He spun around, plates clutched tightly in his hands, mouth open in protest.
Lee, a bundle of flatware in one hand, a single spoon raised in the other, grinned mischievously. "Think you can handle dessert?"
END