2x100 word drabbles
Feb. 23rd, 2008 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kabukiNot betaread and written during a cigarette break
Pairing: Reno x Tseng
Rating: PG-13 for language
The PC screen was black; nothing happened, no matter how often Reno rebooted the system.
Close to a frenzy he kicked against the machine's case, yelled a loud: "Fuck you." at the obviously broken device. Nothing happened. The screen stayed black.
Reno's voice could be heard on the hallway. Tseng, who passed by the door , stopped, knocked and entered the room. One short check underneath the table was enough to analyze the situation. Tseng ignored Renos perfect line of sight on his ass when he bend forward. "Plugging the thing in might help."
Not only the screen was turned on.
Bitter coffee was swallowed down. The only milk left in the fridge was from last week, close to develop it's own democracy. Sugar wasn't restocked either.
Tseng made a personal note for himself: Organizing grocery plans.
This moment Reno walked in, tilted his head and glared at the coffeecup. "Fresh?"
"Yes."
The door was shut, Reno grabbed the tie of his boss and dragged him close. Just a quick kiss, hasty tongue play.
And in Tsengs mouth the taste of a vanilla shake lingered.
"No more coffee left, had to take somethin' else." Reno turned and left with a smile.
Pairing: Reno x Tseng
Rating: PG-13 for language
The PC screen was black; nothing happened, no matter how often Reno rebooted the system.
Close to a frenzy he kicked against the machine's case, yelled a loud: "Fuck you." at the obviously broken device. Nothing happened. The screen stayed black.
Reno's voice could be heard on the hallway. Tseng, who passed by the door , stopped, knocked and entered the room. One short check underneath the table was enough to analyze the situation. Tseng ignored Renos perfect line of sight on his ass when he bend forward. "Plugging the thing in might help."
Not only the screen was turned on.
Bitter coffee was swallowed down. The only milk left in the fridge was from last week, close to develop it's own democracy. Sugar wasn't restocked either.
Tseng made a personal note for himself: Organizing grocery plans.
This moment Reno walked in, tilted his head and glared at the coffeecup. "Fresh?"
"Yes."
The door was shut, Reno grabbed the tie of his boss and dragged him close. Just a quick kiss, hasty tongue play.
And in Tsengs mouth the taste of a vanilla shake lingered.
"No more coffee left, had to take somethin' else." Reno turned and left with a smile.
