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annundriel) wrote2010-05-29 10:35 pm
annundriel) wrote2010-05-29 10:35 pm
RPS Drabble
I'm in the last stretch of a fic and my brain goes, "Hey May, instead of that, how about Misha's hands? Aren't they great? And how about when he fidgets? Yeah, you should do something with that."
So, until I maybe do something else with it, a drabble.
Distraction
Misha’s hands are damn distracting, especially when he’s got something in them. Or on them.
Right now it’s a ring, heavy and silver, that won’t stay in place. Jensen’s been watching it migrate up and down, from finger to finger, Misha’s restless energy transferred to ten fidgety digits.
Hypnotized by Misha’s fingers and flashes of silver from across the room, Jensen can’t look away.
The spell’s broken when they stop, Jensen looking up to find Misha watching him, a slow smile creeping across his face. He nods acknowledgment.
Jensen swallows, nods back.
Misha’s fingers pick up where they left off.
So, until I maybe do something else with it, a drabble.
Distraction
Misha’s hands are damn distracting, especially when he’s got something in them. Or on them.
Right now it’s a ring, heavy and silver, that won’t stay in place. Jensen’s been watching it migrate up and down, from finger to finger, Misha’s restless energy transferred to ten fidgety digits.
Hypnotized by Misha’s fingers and flashes of silver from across the room, Jensen can’t look away.
The spell’s broken when they stop, Jensen looking up to find Misha watching him, a slow smile creeping across his face. He nods acknowledgment.
Jensen swallows, nods back.
Misha’s fingers pick up where they left off.