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Dec. 7th, 2003 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereAm tired and headachey. Was trying to catch up with my FList, but just realised that I'm totally skimming and have no idea what the last page was. Hence, I just need to remember that the 50 entries before this one, haven't been read.
*sigh* Can't get into writing. Did some yesterday, but now there the above emntioned headache,a nd mum's futsing around cleaning, making me think I should be helping.
This is motivation to myself. Remember the snarky, cute, quick witted guys? The ones who host Sports Night with flair? The ones that could *almost* convince you to watch their show, even though you basically detest sports?
Remember them,a nd finish writing the damn scene. You know how it goes. You've started it. Now finish it.
Casey realised that Danny was just as unsure about this as he was. He swallowed drily, and thought for a second. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Danny's shoulders, resting his forehead against Dan's. "The way I see it, we're risking something that works well, for something that could be incredible. It's worth it, Dan."
Closing his eyes, he lifted his chin that last inch and pressed his lips against Dan's cautious smile. He took a moment to memorise the feel of Dan's lips, the softness, the warmth, the slight taste of mint and coffee, and then he pulled just far enough to be able to speak, still close enough to feel the heat from Dan's skin. "We'll make it work," Casey whispered.
Dan nodded. "I know," he replied, placing his hands flat against Casey's chest and running them upwards. He hooked his fingers under the material of Casey's open flannel shirt, slowly pushing over Casey's shoulders.
"Umm, Dan?" Casey asked uncertainly, but pulled his arms down and let the shirt fall, with the assistance of Danny's hands. "What are you doing?"
Danny smiled at him, it was more smirk really, as he ran his hands over Casey's bare wrists. "Undressing you."
"But..." Casey wasn't even sure what he was going to say, but the objection was swallowed by Danny's mouth and his sweetly sucking kisses. Casey felt his mouth open and his eyes drift shut, but Dan kept the kisses soft and shallow, just his lips against Casey's and his hands tracing the thin cotton of Casey's t-shirt.
It took Casey a few minutes to relax in this slow rhythm of kisses and light touches, to lean forward across the space that seperated them, to let his own hands travel up Dan's arms (and how had he never noticed that Dan had great arms?) to Dan's shoulders and firmly rub the tense muscle there. Dan groaned in appreciation, and nipped at Casey's lower lip. Then Dan wrapped strong arms around Casey's waist, and just *pulled*.
Casey ended up half kneeling and sprawled across the couch and Danny's lap. He figured that move must work a lot better with Danny's normal dates, but Casey was far heavier than a size 4 model. He couldn't help laughing at their awkward landing and started to move back, off the couch. Danny stopped him with a quick kiss, and an insistant hand on his thigh, pulling his leg up on the seat, until he was kneeling. Then Dan pulled at his other leg, so that Casey was straddling him, legs to either side of Dan's.
"Better," Danny murmured, sounding very satisfied with himself. Casey leant forward for another kiss, but Dan pressed against the back of the couch, and somehow shifted himself down, as if he was sliding off the couch.
It was only through strong sense of self-preservation that Casey didn't laugh at Danny wriggling down the couch. "You okay there, Danny?"
Dan grinned up at him, then twisted a hand in Casey's hair, pulling him down a few inches and settling into more of those gentle kisses. Dan's hands wandered down, playing breifly with the bottom of his shirt and pulling it out of his jeans, where it was neatly tucked in. Then they clasped around Casey's hips, holding him still as Danny bucked up against him. Casey broke the kiss with a surprised gasp, and opened his eyes to find Dan grinning widely at him.
"Oh yeah." If Dan's voice was satisfied before, now it was downright smug, and possibly planning world domination. It was also incredibly sexy, as Dan whispered in his ear and bucked again. "This is much better."
In comparison, Casey's voice wasn't sexy, just breathless. "Good."
...
*sigh* I still have the headache,a nd I'm hungry. I think I may need to give up on the computer for a little while... *pouts*
*sigh* Can't get into writing. Did some yesterday, but now there the above emntioned headache,a nd mum's futsing around cleaning, making me think I should be helping.
This is motivation to myself. Remember the snarky, cute, quick witted guys? The ones who host Sports Night with flair? The ones that could *almost* convince you to watch their show, even though you basically detest sports?
Remember them,a nd finish writing the damn scene. You know how it goes. You've started it. Now finish it.
Casey realised that Danny was just as unsure about this as he was. He swallowed drily, and thought for a second. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Danny's shoulders, resting his forehead against Dan's. "The way I see it, we're risking something that works well, for something that could be incredible. It's worth it, Dan."
Closing his eyes, he lifted his chin that last inch and pressed his lips against Dan's cautious smile. He took a moment to memorise the feel of Dan's lips, the softness, the warmth, the slight taste of mint and coffee, and then he pulled just far enough to be able to speak, still close enough to feel the heat from Dan's skin. "We'll make it work," Casey whispered.
Dan nodded. "I know," he replied, placing his hands flat against Casey's chest and running them upwards. He hooked his fingers under the material of Casey's open flannel shirt, slowly pushing over Casey's shoulders.
"Umm, Dan?" Casey asked uncertainly, but pulled his arms down and let the shirt fall, with the assistance of Danny's hands. "What are you doing?"
Danny smiled at him, it was more smirk really, as he ran his hands over Casey's bare wrists. "Undressing you."
"But..." Casey wasn't even sure what he was going to say, but the objection was swallowed by Danny's mouth and his sweetly sucking kisses. Casey felt his mouth open and his eyes drift shut, but Dan kept the kisses soft and shallow, just his lips against Casey's and his hands tracing the thin cotton of Casey's t-shirt.
It took Casey a few minutes to relax in this slow rhythm of kisses and light touches, to lean forward across the space that seperated them, to let his own hands travel up Dan's arms (and how had he never noticed that Dan had great arms?) to Dan's shoulders and firmly rub the tense muscle there. Dan groaned in appreciation, and nipped at Casey's lower lip. Then Dan wrapped strong arms around Casey's waist, and just *pulled*.
Casey ended up half kneeling and sprawled across the couch and Danny's lap. He figured that move must work a lot better with Danny's normal dates, but Casey was far heavier than a size 4 model. He couldn't help laughing at their awkward landing and started to move back, off the couch. Danny stopped him with a quick kiss, and an insistant hand on his thigh, pulling his leg up on the seat, until he was kneeling. Then Dan pulled at his other leg, so that Casey was straddling him, legs to either side of Dan's.
"Better," Danny murmured, sounding very satisfied with himself. Casey leant forward for another kiss, but Dan pressed against the back of the couch, and somehow shifted himself down, as if he was sliding off the couch.
It was only through strong sense of self-preservation that Casey didn't laugh at Danny wriggling down the couch. "You okay there, Danny?"
Dan grinned up at him, then twisted a hand in Casey's hair, pulling him down a few inches and settling into more of those gentle kisses. Dan's hands wandered down, playing breifly with the bottom of his shirt and pulling it out of his jeans, where it was neatly tucked in. Then they clasped around Casey's hips, holding him still as Danny bucked up against him. Casey broke the kiss with a surprised gasp, and opened his eyes to find Dan grinning widely at him.
"Oh yeah." If Dan's voice was satisfied before, now it was downright smug, and possibly planning world domination. It was also incredibly sexy, as Dan whispered in his ear and bucked again. "This is much better."
In comparison, Casey's voice wasn't sexy, just breathless. "Good."
...
*sigh* I still have the headache,a nd I'm hungry. I think I may need to give up on the computer for a little while... *pouts*
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Date: 2003-12-06 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 06:50 am (UTC)And, considering it's nearly 2am (someone snuck out of bed to write a bit more...), there's no way I can remember what I said.
Thanks for the good wishes. *g*