‘I liked your old nose.’ ‘Josh, my sinuses were all messed up after the surfboard thing and I could hardly breathe!’ ‘I warned you about that.’ ‘I know, I know.’ ‘You’ve still got a pretty face.’ A warm fingertip slid lightly down the new nose and was captured by Lance’s lips. Brown and green eyes lit with eager sparks. ‘You weren’t, like, Pinocchio or anything.’ A pause. ‘Well, I guess I can live without the snoring.’ ‘I do not snore!’ ‘Do, too. Right after hot sex if I don’t roll you on your side.’ ‘Still love me?’ ‘Always.’ ‘Tonight?’ ‘Now.’
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an old drabble that might fit the bill.
Date: 2005-04-19 03:30 am (UTC)‘I liked your old nose.’
‘Josh, my sinuses were all messed up after the surfboard thing and I could hardly breathe!’
‘I warned you about that.’
‘I know, I know.’
‘You’ve still got a pretty face.’ A warm fingertip slid lightly down the new nose and was captured by Lance’s lips. Brown and green eyes lit with eager sparks. ‘You weren’t, like, Pinocchio or anything.’ A pause. ‘Well, I guess I can live without the snoring.’
‘I do not snore!’
‘Do, too. Right after hot sex if I don’t roll you on your side.’
‘Still love me?’
‘Always.’
‘Tonight?’
‘Now.’