Waking slowly amongst
the rumpled covers, the sound of crackling paper and low chuckles
drifted into his ears. Rolling over he is confronted by the back of a
silvered head. It is bent over something that seems vaguely
familiar.
"Miles, why are you sitting on the floor?"
"Because
I didn't wish to disturb you, my fantastic knight of dreams!"
"Aaa,
ok...your WHAT!?!?"
His head whipped off the pillow to gape
at the convulsing man.
"That is what you wished for me to
call you, is it not...or perhaps something more along the lines
of...wondrous lover in blackest night?" Miles turned to grin
wickedly at the flabbergasted Wright.
"Where did you find
that?"
"Only beneath five pairs of underwear and an old
newspaper. Really Wright, you should hide such things better."
The
now upset Phoenix reached for the sheaf of papers in his amused
lover's hand.
"That isn't supposed to be read, especially by
YOU!"
Miles rose taking the pages out of reach.
"Tsk,
tsk", he waggled his finger at Phoenix," it's not fair to
hide things from your main character, Especially if its ME!"
Phoenix
crawled from the sheets to attempt another rescue. Miles wrapped one
arm around him while holding the manuscript above his head. Pulling
the frustrated Phoenix close, he smirked.
"Considering WE
are your OTP..."
