Title : Why Warren Loves Will
Word Count : 175
Rating : T for mentions of sex
Disclaimer : I do not own the characters herein contained. I only own the text.
More fluff. I can apparently only write that for this pairing. But then again, it's balanced out by the pure angst in my Avatar fanfics. Just a silly idea that popped into my head sitting at Borders. I typed it up right there, next to weird business men. I wonder if they knew what I was typing if they'd be disturbed....?
Layla once asked Will why he loved Warren. Warren wrapped a protective (possessive) arm around Will's waist and kissed his neck, but didn't say anything, listening intently. Will squirmed—he didn't want Warren to do that here, at school, and he didn't want to answer the question in front of Warren: it was so embarrassing—but tried his best to answer Layla's question.
"He's…gentle--" here she snorted, "--and so passionate about some things. And he's…well, hot, really, and…well…"
"Fantastic in bed," Warren interjected. Layla turned bright red, a shade equaled only by Will's own blush. He punched Warren in the arm, hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to really hurt.
"It's more than that…" Will muttered, but gave up trying to pinpoint his reasons. Layla looked like she was considering this, then turned to Warren, who had gotten out his book.
"What is it you love about Will?" Warren kissed Will's neck again before standing up and shouldering his bag.
"What isn't there to?" he asked over his shoulder before heading off to class.