Title : "Morning
Drabble. 244 Words
Rating : Guidance
Pairing : Christopher/Nicholas
Summary : Just one quite morning, that they dont get that often.
He always sleeps on the left hand side of the bed. He talks when he brushes his teeth. It's endearing.He has a tendency to be the one who makes breakfast. He has his back to me doing whatever it is he's doing to the toast. I can't help it. I lightly draw my thumb round his side to his back just under the waistband, taking my hand away as it gets to his spine, but almost going up. Pushing his shirt up. Applying a little more pressure. His hips and spine move but only because I'm standing so close can I see it, the slight ripple in the shirt. The hitched breath. I do the same to his other side, with the other hand, drawing my thumb slowly barely touching. He turns so quickly that it vaguely registers. My hand now completely touching him, palm pressing into his spine unconsciously urging him closer. It barely registers what force he kisses me with. Eyes closed both of us just enjoying the taste of one another. My hands are now gripping his sides, and his are pulling at the neck of my shirt. Our kisses are not soft, nor I hope will they ever be. We are not soft people and our lives are definitely not, our relationship is not soft. "The toast will get cold." Toast has gotten cold before. Maybe this is another just another day when the toast gets cold. . .