And so, with this, I begin a random collection of (most likely) short one-shots that describe random events in the lives of Castor and Labrador. These first five stories were all written in the same two-hour period, and will all be uploaded shortly. The individual snippets will not be uploaded in any specific sort of order, and while some events may connect through the stories, this won't necessarily happen. They will range from K to T+ in rating, at least for now. I am really, really tired right now, haha. But anyway, I hope you enjoy these fluffy little bits of goodness.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own 07-Ghost.
Bath
The door creaked once as a weary bishop entered the room. It was dark, but the flash of light reflecting off glasses could be seen from the bed. The slender being shrugged from under the heavy white robes, the door clicking shut behind him, and he slowly moved to the bathroom. Light flooded through both areas as a switch was lifted. The man of the bed shifted, sat up, as the new shadow reached up, unhooked a clasp, and let cloth slide with a whisper to the floor. The navy robe came next, rustling as it landed atop its pure counterpart.
The alabaster figure stood in only dark pants, shoes, and gloves. A hung head surveyed the contrast in color, slowly stripping of the cloth on his hands and the leather at his feet. As fingers groped for the final button, arms wrapped around his. A smooth chest pressed against his back. Lips grazed over the shell of a porcelain ear as a gentle voice softly asked, "What is it, Lab?"
Labrador's chest expanded slowly as he steadily inhaled, then fell with a sigh. "I'm...cold," he whispered, entwining his lover's fingers with his, leaning back into the comforting...cold embrace.
The two stood there for a minute, the russet's head pressed lightly against the mauve's, hearts and souls bound together, both feeling the deep, stabbing agony that came with the knowledge of what both had once had, what both had forever lost.
The moment seemed to last an eternity. How could one comfort another from an aching would both suffered from? But finally, Castor sighed, and pressed his lips to a pale shoulder, and whispered back, "Let's take a bath."