Late Christmas Ficlet
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nickngregAuthor: Deb
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warning: Boys kissing.
Summary: Fluffy McFluff Ficlet
Rating: PG
Nick Stokes slipped into the condo he shared with Greg Sanders a few hours ahead of schedule. It had been a slow night and Catherine had finally taken pity on him and sent him home, but not before he was victorious in a game of 'Paper, Rock, Scissors' with Warrick to see who got to leave early.
Shoes were toed off at the door, his jacket taken off and hung up. A quick glance showed Greg was sprawled bonelessly on the couch in a way a cat would envy. The younger man was sound asleep, the TV humming softly in the background, the lights from the tree painting pale skin in shades of red, blue, yellow and more as they flashed in some random pattern.
As tempting as it was to just let the exhausted man sleep, Nick couldn't help leaning over to catch Greg's lips in a kiss. Greg lazily returned Nick's kiss, not bothering to open his eyes. "If this is Santa, I'm still mad at your for giving me socks all those years."
Nick just laughed, touched his forehead to Greg's. "Merry Christmas, G."
"Merry Christmas, Nick. Can we open presents yet?"
-End-
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warning: Boys kissing.
Summary: Fluffy McFluff Ficlet
Rating: PG
Nick Stokes slipped into the condo he shared with Greg Sanders a few hours ahead of schedule. It had been a slow night and Catherine had finally taken pity on him and sent him home, but not before he was victorious in a game of 'Paper, Rock, Scissors' with Warrick to see who got to leave early.
Shoes were toed off at the door, his jacket taken off and hung up. A quick glance showed Greg was sprawled bonelessly on the couch in a way a cat would envy. The younger man was sound asleep, the TV humming softly in the background, the lights from the tree painting pale skin in shades of red, blue, yellow and more as they flashed in some random pattern.
As tempting as it was to just let the exhausted man sleep, Nick couldn't help leaning over to catch Greg's lips in a kiss. Greg lazily returned Nick's kiss, not bothering to open his eyes. "If this is Santa, I'm still mad at your for giving me socks all those years."
Nick just laughed, touched his forehead to Greg's. "Merry Christmas, G."
"Merry Christmas, Nick. Can we open presents yet?"
-End-
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Date: 2004-12-31 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 03:45 am (UTC)A quick glance showed Greg was sprawled bonelessly on the couch in a way a cat would envy. The younger man was sound asleep, the TV humming softly in the background, the lights from the tree painting pale skin in shades of red, blue, yellow and more as they flashed in some random pattern.
That's like, the greatest image ever. I'm gonna be beaming for a week now, from that. ^_____^
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Date: 2004-12-31 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 03:22 pm (UTC)But yeah, I love the rockstar one. ;)
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Date: 2004-12-31 03:50 am (UTC)"If this is Santa, I'm still mad at your for giving me socks all those years."
That is such a great line!
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Date: 2004-12-31 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 08:19 am (UTC)2. I just loooooove the description of Greg sprawled all over the couch
3. I have no idea why I am numbering my sentences right now
4. Niiiiice ficlet :D
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Date: 2004-12-31 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 06:32 pm (UTC)Love the fic.
And always loved your icon. LOL!
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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