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perpetual_motionSeriously, if NBC doesn't want to me kidnap, keep, and molest Steve Valentine, they will *stop* making him look so good.
And if they want me to stop thinking slashy thoughts, they will *stop* putting him in leer mode next to Woody.
::brain fizzle::
And now, a ficlet for "Revealed". With a Woody/Nigel twist. Because, Dude. Nigel. Eyeliner. aldfjoeaijd;fklj
When Nigel gets into the car, Woody's not sure what to say. He's not sure he *can* say anything, considering how dry his mouth has suddenly gotten. He swallows the dust that was his saliva and manages to croak out two words. "Nice coat."
Nigel grins and pets the coat like it's a cat. Pets it like he pets Woody after sex. "Thanks. Haven't worn it in awhile."
"Uh-huh." Woody clears his throat and focuses his attention away from the long, beautiful line that is Nigel's throat in a black silk shirt. He looks Nigel in the eyes and nearly shorts out again. "Your eyes."
"Hmmm?" Nigel is distracted by fiddling with his coat, picking off loose strings and petting the fur some more.
"Your eyes." Woody tilts Nigel's face a little towards the light coming from a street lamp and nearly starts sputtering incoherent sentences. Nigel is wearing eyeliner. Nigel is wearing eyeliner well. Nigel is wearing eyeliner *very* well. Woody is pretty sure he's about to come in his pants. "Where did you get it?"
"What?" Nigel looks a little amused and a little confused.
"The eyeliner, where'd you get it?"
"Dunno, had it awhile. Found it in the back of the medicine cabinet when I was getting ready. Lucky for me it hadn't dried up. It's the liquid type."
"Uh-huh."
Nigel seems completely unaware that he's lost Woody's attention. "I haven't worn any for a few years. Took a couple of tries to get it on right. I dug around for some leftover lipstick, but I-"
"Lipstick?" Woody's eyes drop to Nigel's mouth, and he suddenly sees it with a coating of crimson, and now he really is about to come in his pants. He yanks Nigel forward and kisses him hard, one hand dropping to rest high on Nigel's thigh, warm through the leather. He pulls away after almost a minute and licks at Nigel's bottom lip. "After we're done tonight, remind me to stop at Walgreen's. I want to see you in that lipstick."
Nigel grins and licks his lips. "All right."
And if they want me to stop thinking slashy thoughts, they will *stop* putting him in leer mode next to Woody.
::brain fizzle::
And now, a ficlet for "Revealed". With a Woody/Nigel twist. Because, Dude. Nigel. Eyeliner. aldfjoeaijd;fklj
When Nigel gets into the car, Woody's not sure what to say. He's not sure he *can* say anything, considering how dry his mouth has suddenly gotten. He swallows the dust that was his saliva and manages to croak out two words. "Nice coat."
Nigel grins and pets the coat like it's a cat. Pets it like he pets Woody after sex. "Thanks. Haven't worn it in awhile."
"Uh-huh." Woody clears his throat and focuses his attention away from the long, beautiful line that is Nigel's throat in a black silk shirt. He looks Nigel in the eyes and nearly shorts out again. "Your eyes."
"Hmmm?" Nigel is distracted by fiddling with his coat, picking off loose strings and petting the fur some more.
"Your eyes." Woody tilts Nigel's face a little towards the light coming from a street lamp and nearly starts sputtering incoherent sentences. Nigel is wearing eyeliner. Nigel is wearing eyeliner well. Nigel is wearing eyeliner *very* well. Woody is pretty sure he's about to come in his pants. "Where did you get it?"
"What?" Nigel looks a little amused and a little confused.
"The eyeliner, where'd you get it?"
"Dunno, had it awhile. Found it in the back of the medicine cabinet when I was getting ready. Lucky for me it hadn't dried up. It's the liquid type."
"Uh-huh."
Nigel seems completely unaware that he's lost Woody's attention. "I haven't worn any for a few years. Took a couple of tries to get it on right. I dug around for some leftover lipstick, but I-"
"Lipstick?" Woody's eyes drop to Nigel's mouth, and he suddenly sees it with a coating of crimson, and now he really is about to come in his pants. He yanks Nigel forward and kisses him hard, one hand dropping to rest high on Nigel's thigh, warm through the leather. He pulls away after almost a minute and licks at Nigel's bottom lip. "After we're done tonight, remind me to stop at Walgreen's. I want to see you in that lipstick."
Nigel grins and licks his lips. "All right."
