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perpetual_motion) wrote2005-09-22 10:35 am
perpetual_motion) wrote2005-09-22 10:35 am
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DRABBLE: Vacation Snapshot [1/1] Keith Olbermann/Anderson Cooper [News RPS]
Title: Vacation Snapshot
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: News RPS
Pairing: Keith Olbermann/Anderson Cooper
Rating: G
Summary: A few quick moments at the beach.
Dis: Total, utter lies. I claim no knowledge of either of their lives and freely admit that this story is utter bullshit.
Author’s Notes: Once again, the girls at Anderson_daily got my brain going. That plus Anderson reporting from the beach in Texas. Oh, pretty.
Vacation Snapshot
By Perpetual Motion
He looks like a beach bum in his baggy trunks and beaten up sunglasses. Keith is half-expecting him to give grab a surfboard, and run for the waves. Instead, Anderson motions for the sunscreen.
“Don’t want to ruin that pretty pale skin?”
“Shut it.” Anderson grins and squirts some lotion into his hands. “Get my back?”
“Can I burn my initials into your flesh?”
“No.”
“Suppose I’ll do it anyway.” Keith takes the lotion, and squeezes it directly onto Anderson’s back.
“Jesus! Don’t do that!”
“Sorry.” He’s not, and the eye roll Anderson throws over his shoulder makes him smile.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: News RPS
Pairing: Keith Olbermann/Anderson Cooper
Rating: G
Summary: A few quick moments at the beach.
Dis: Total, utter lies. I claim no knowledge of either of their lives and freely admit that this story is utter bullshit.
Author’s Notes: Once again, the girls at Anderson_daily got my brain going. That plus Anderson reporting from the beach in Texas. Oh, pretty.
Vacation Snapshot
By Perpetual Motion
He looks like a beach bum in his baggy trunks and beaten up sunglasses. Keith is half-expecting him to give grab a surfboard, and run for the waves. Instead, Anderson motions for the sunscreen.
“Don’t want to ruin that pretty pale skin?”
“Shut it.” Anderson grins and squirts some lotion into his hands. “Get my back?”
“Can I burn my initials into your flesh?”
“No.”
“Suppose I’ll do it anyway.” Keith takes the lotion, and squeezes it directly onto Anderson’s back.
“Jesus! Don’t do that!”
“Sorry.” He’s not, and the eye roll Anderson throws over his shoulder makes him smile.
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