A/N: Well, in the past forty-eight hours, about three passed me in sleep. I'm starving but I feel too sick to eat. But, I'm in a good mood because I passed the first exam in my Driver's Ed class. So, as celebration, you all get a drabble!
Genre: Romance/General
Pairings: Grif/Simmons
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of nakedness
Summary: He asked a question and got an answer. The other man meant it in a different way, however.
Warnings: Slash
Nothing,
A Twist (Different Perspective) on Words and Sayings
Grif and Simmons-both very much naked-were lying on the former's bunk. He puffed on an almost finished cigarette while the slightly smaller soldier blew bubbles (Donut had given them to him a month ago as a birthday present). Simmons lay on his back whereas Grif was propped up on an elbow, looking down at him mildly.
Donut was still getting his beauty sleep in the room he shared with Sarge, who had gone to a meeting at headquarters so he wouldn't be back for a day or more. There was no chance of them getting caught as they were.
"Hey, Grif," Simmons whispered suddenly, breaking the silence that had been building for an hour or more. He dipped the wand into the liquid then took it back out and blew.
"Hm?" Grif mumbled, eyes half-lidded. A dozen or so bubbles were formed.
"What adjective would you use to describe our relationship?" the cyborg asked tentatively, though seemingly out of simple curiosity. He repeated his earlier actions as the bubbles began to pop and float to the ceiling, too far away to be touched.
After a brief pause for thought Grif replied, "Nothing." The bubbles farthest away became burst soap in the air.
"Oh," Simmons said, almost disappointedly. He silently cleared his throat.
"How about you?" Grif asked in turn.
"Dysfunctional," he said matter-of-factly. He stopped blowing bubbles, twisting the cap back on the pink bottle.
Neither one spoke after that. Soon, Simmons was in a deep sleep, something he could only achieve when in moments such as the current one. Grif put out his cigarette, his eyes never having looked away from the older soldier's form. Leaning in close to him, Grif whispered into his ear.
"Nothing lasts forever."
The words caused Simmons to shift in his sleep and murmur something unintelligible. Grif, corners of his mouth twitching upwards, kissed him tenderly on the temple. Then, he laid down, an arm snaking around Simmons and pulling him closer.