Title: Supple
Author: Whytewytch4
Word Count: 112
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Guy, Allan
Spoilers/Warnings: Sexual innuendo
Summary: Is this sort of thing really in Allan's job description?
Disclaimer: Don't own, no gosh-darned money being made, just having fun.
Author's note: Thanks to jagnikjen for the beta assist! Written for rh_intercomm on Live Journal.
"More grease, Allan. That's it. Use a smooth rhythm. Get it in there, now."
"My fingers're all disgustin', Guy."
"It'll get worse before it gets better. It'll wind up with tears if you don't use enough grease."
"Yeah, but I don't understand why I have ta…"
"Because you were disobedient. When I tell you to do something, you do it, no questions asked."
"Well, o'course, Guy. You caught me half asleep, is all. 'ow was I supposed to react?"
"I already told you. Obediently. Now get back to it. Harder. That's it. Get it in good."
"All right, I'm done. You want me to put this saddle away now or on yer 'orse?"