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not_myfirstday is used with love. My Flack is so rusty.]
Scritch scritch scritch scritch scritch …
It started off soft, and then it started to build. Right up against the door, until Flack’s sleeping brain couldn’t ignore it anymore. He glanced over at the door, then down at the sleeping blond under his arm. He knew that one of them was going to have to get up and tend to whatever it was Fred wanted (he had a feeling it was just the fact that he got kicked out of the bedroom tonight), which involved getting up, putting on actual clothing and shoes. It’s what he got for owning a dog in New York City, but that doesn’t mean it helped him like it any.
He paused for a minute, wondering that if he stayed completely still whether or not that would wake up Elle. She was resting peacefully against his chest, one arm draped over him, and he neither wanted to disturb her, nor get up to deal with the dog, but that was the catch-22. Either she was going to wake up, buy that he’s still sleeping and leave to deal with Fred, or Fred was going to make a mess in the apartment, and he was going to get blamed for it. He knew what the good boyfriend thing to do was, though, and he knew himself well enough to know that that was what he was going to end up doing.
He slowly started to shift out from under her, moving about an inch at a time to keep her from waking up, and then ease his way out of bed, but he didn’t get far before her arm tightened around him. “Don’t go.”
“I have to,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Or Fred’ll do something we don’t want him to do.”
“I could go?” she suggested, and he shook his head.
“I got it. I’ll be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmmkay,” she murmured, before settling back into bed again. He pulled his clothes on before making his way to the bedroom door, opening it and seeing the pug sitting at his feet. He just stared at him for a moment, before shaking his head.
“Don’t give me that look.” He made his way into the living room, reaching for his coat. “And don’t go sniffing every garbage can on the block this time.”
The minute they got downstairs, he went about doing exactly that.
This was going to be a long walk.
423 words
live_thislife. not_myfirstday is used with love. My Flack is so rusty.]Scritch scritch scritch scritch scritch …
It started off soft, and then it started to build. Right up against the door, until Flack’s sleeping brain couldn’t ignore it anymore. He glanced over at the door, then down at the sleeping blond under his arm. He knew that one of them was going to have to get up and tend to whatever it was Fred wanted (he had a feeling it was just the fact that he got kicked out of the bedroom tonight), which involved getting up, putting on actual clothing and shoes. It’s what he got for owning a dog in New York City, but that doesn’t mean it helped him like it any.
He paused for a minute, wondering that if he stayed completely still whether or not that would wake up Elle. She was resting peacefully against his chest, one arm draped over him, and he neither wanted to disturb her, nor get up to deal with the dog, but that was the catch-22. Either she was going to wake up, buy that he’s still sleeping and leave to deal with Fred, or Fred was going to make a mess in the apartment, and he was going to get blamed for it. He knew what the good boyfriend thing to do was, though, and he knew himself well enough to know that that was what he was going to end up doing.
He slowly started to shift out from under her, moving about an inch at a time to keep her from waking up, and then ease his way out of bed, but he didn’t get far before her arm tightened around him. “Don’t go.”
“I have to,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Or Fred’ll do something we don’t want him to do.”
“I could go?” she suggested, and he shook his head.
“I got it. I’ll be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmmkay,” she murmured, before settling back into bed again. He pulled his clothes on before making his way to the bedroom door, opening it and seeing the pug sitting at his feet. He just stared at him for a moment, before shaking his head.
“Don’t give me that look.” He made his way into the living room, reaching for his coat. “And don’t go sniffing every garbage can on the block this time.”
The minute they got downstairs, he went about doing exactly that.
This was going to be a long walk.
423 words
