Any / five senses.

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

the feeling of something dry running through fingers, the taste of icecream, the sound of distant traffic, the taste of skin, and the sun reflecting off glass, please. any of the pop boys.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

So, it seems when I have a million and one things to do I look through the old request list instead. How the heck did I end up with this?!

Hope this is what you wanted.

~*~*~*~

Getting away hadn’t been difficult for Joey at all. A simple matter of holding Bri tucked against his hip, her chubby legs wrapped around his waist as they carefully danced around the room. Singing songs through her laughter as Kelly laughed and selected clothes that she carefully folded into a waiting case.

Later, and Kelly’s mouth is against his own, her hair tickling against Joey’s neck. One last kiss, butterfly soft, and Kelly’s hand is against Joey’s chest, pushing him toward the waiting cab. “Tell him hi.”

“I love you.” Joey says his goodbyes; settles into the cab, his hands against cool glass as they drive away. He watches as Kelly rests her fingers against her mouth, blowing a last air born kiss that Joey plucks from the air, pressing it against his own lips.

~*~*~*~

Joey settles on the blanket and basks in the gentle heat. He balances on his elbows; head tipped back and listens, waves washing against the shore, seagulls cawing far over head as he digs his toes into the sand, sharp tiny grains slipping over bare feet.

“You’re up early.”

Squinting, Joey looks up at Lance who stands above him, skin glowing golden in the morning light.

“I called Bri, read her a story before bed.” Joey smiles, remembering the soft snuffles of his daughter against his ear, so close it felt he could almost touch.

“She good?” Lance sits, crossed legged, his thigh brushing against Joey’s side.

“She’s fine. Kelly said she ate a full rusk today.”

“A big eater eh, she’s gonna take after you.” Lance grins and slides his hand over the swell of Joey’s stomach.

“She’s a Fatone, man. What can I say? It’s inevitable.” Joey traps Lance’s hand, linking their fingers together before settling onto his side. “Come down here.”

Lance uncurls his legs, sprawling across the blanket, relaxed and golden. A smile quirking across his lips before he shifts so his face is inches away, so close Joey can see every freckle, each fleck of colour in his eyes. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” Joey admits, and Lance’s lips taste of orange sunshine, are rough with wind blown sand as Joey snatches a kiss. “I wish…”

Lance’s finger is across Joey’s mouth. His hand, lotion soft, cups Joey’s face. “It’s okay, I know.”

Joey arches into the touch, years familiar, and something he knows he can never give up.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Man, I wish you could edit comments....sigh.

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm - this is gorgeous, hon - you know how to make me smile. warm, and loving, with a touch of sadness. *purrs*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

It started as something else then kind of veered off, so I'm glad it worked for you.

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

AWW! So sweetly angstful. Is that a word? And I wish we could edit comments too.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

Comments kill me sometimes, I hate when I leave stupid mistakes.