Drabble Two: Caught
"Are you going to catch me in your dreams tonight?" He asked in a monotone.
"Wh-what?" The smaller man blinked behind the square windows that did so little to hide his blush.
"Joking." A grin passed over the cigarette-holding mouth. Of course he is, Fury mused, he has no idea I dream about him. I must be going crazy.
His hair was ruffled and the blonde trotted off. What was he expecting?
With night came those dreams. Havoc would come in from the pouring rain, and have to change clothes. Of course. Fury would be nervous, look away and pretend his heart wasn't pounding. Of course. Havoc would come out of the bathroom in nothing but his birthday suit, asking if Fury had another towel, then he would pin Fury on the bed. Which made no sense, because the bed wasn't that close to the bathroom. That part was confusing, and if he hadn't had the dream so many times before, it would have been shocking. Fury wouldn't argue and Havoc would smirk, whispering sweet nothings.
Nothings. Then morning would come. Then everything would be normal.
Except for no real reason, Havoc would grin at him and say "Caught you again."
End drabble two.
Just a result from reading a billion of those Fury/Havoc drabbles and drinking too much soda and whatever else I feel like blaming it on.
