A Day at the Races; PG; SB/VM of course
May. 17th, 2003 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fantasticmuseTwo drabbles for the lot of you. Inspired by and in response to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lannamichaels' Random Advertising Generator. That's where the phrase "I'm not paying a lot for this Sean" and thus, these drabbles came from. Well, that and spending a full day watching horse races on T.V.
“Oh, come on… Please?” Sean turned to face Viggo. “See? This is me begging you!”
Viggo sighed and looked down at the riding crop Sean held in his hands. “What the hell do you want that for?”
“Vig, you promised me a trip to the races and all that comes with it. I’m getting a souvenir.” Sean smiled as Viggo took out his wallet.
“I’m not paying a lot for this, Sean.”
Sean smiled again and pressed close to Viggo, running the crop lightly up the inside of his thigh. “I think I can make it up to you.”
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Their bodies lay twisted and spent in soft sheets and Sean propped himself up to look at Viggo.
“Well? Still pissed 'bout me spending your money?” Viggo chuckled and pulled Sean closer and kissed him lightly.
“Who said I was mad to begin with? Maybe I just wanted the make-up sex.”
“Bastard.” Sean complained, without any heat. “Well, what can I expect from a bloody Yank?”
Viggo smiled cheekily. “Are you going to punish me, maybe?” Sean’s eyes sparked and glanced toward the shopping bag on the floor.
“Maybe I will. After all, I need to break in my souvenir.”
lannamichaels' Random Advertising Generator. That's where the phrase "I'm not paying a lot for this Sean" and thus, these drabbles came from. Well, that and spending a full day watching horse races on T.V. “Oh, come on… Please?” Sean turned to face Viggo. “See? This is me begging you!”
Viggo sighed and looked down at the riding crop Sean held in his hands. “What the hell do you want that for?”
“Vig, you promised me a trip to the races and all that comes with it. I’m getting a souvenir.” Sean smiled as Viggo took out his wallet.
“I’m not paying a lot for this, Sean.”
Sean smiled again and pressed close to Viggo, running the crop lightly up the inside of his thigh. “I think I can make it up to you.”
*******************************
Their bodies lay twisted and spent in soft sheets and Sean propped himself up to look at Viggo.
“Well? Still pissed 'bout me spending your money?” Viggo chuckled and pulled Sean closer and kissed him lightly.
“Who said I was mad to begin with? Maybe I just wanted the make-up sex.”
“Bastard.” Sean complained, without any heat. “Well, what can I expect from a bloody Yank?”
Viggo smiled cheekily. “Are you going to punish me, maybe?” Sean’s eyes sparked and glanced toward the shopping bag on the floor.
“Maybe I will. After all, I need to break in my souvenir.”
