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slashthedrabble2005-01-13 10:33 pm
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Taste Drabble
Okay, I don't know why I wrote this. I'm diametrically opposed to this pairing. I hate Krycek. And yet . . . this came to me when I saw the challenge this week.
Bitter and hot, the coffee scalded. Mulder wished he could burn away the humiliation that still soured his tongue.
Krycek had kissed him.
Jesus. A brush of lips against his cheek, nothing more. And Mulder knew Krycek hadn't meant anything beyond playing his usual mind games. But . . .
His lips had been soft, his breath warm. And Mulder had shut his eyes and just pretended. Pretended that it had been something more, something honest and passionate.
He'd gotten hard before Krycek had even pulled away.
Mulder took another sip of his coffee. Bittersweet. Longing for a taste of that bastard's lips.
Bitter and hot, the coffee scalded. Mulder wished he could burn away the humiliation that still soured his tongue.
Krycek had kissed him.
Jesus. A brush of lips against his cheek, nothing more. And Mulder knew Krycek hadn't meant anything beyond playing his usual mind games. But . . .
His lips had been soft, his breath warm. And Mulder had shut his eyes and just pretended. Pretended that it had been something more, something honest and passionate.
He'd gotten hard before Krycek had even pulled away.
Mulder took another sip of his coffee. Bittersweet. Longing for a taste of that bastard's lips.
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I liked this. Good job.
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Well done.