sunday_reveries: Chekov quote
Sep. 26th, 2009 04:37 pm"Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason."
Anton Chekhov
Anton Chekhov
Des let out a contented sigh as he kissed along Michael's shoulder blades. Michael was lying on his stomach, head turned away from Des as he caught a quick, post-coital nap. It was a rare afternoon where both of them had been free, and they'd decided to take full advantage by falling into Michael's bed.
"This is very, very nice," Des mumbled against the curve of Michael's shoulder. "I love you, Michael."
"Love you too, Des," Michael muttered sleepily, shifting a little as the alarm clock on the nightstand began to beep.
Des frowned, watching his boyfriend reach out and shut off the alarm. "What's that for?" he asked curiously as Michael stretched and slid out of bed.
"It's time for my Treatment," Michael said simply as he reached for his boxers.
( Des blinked a little... )
"This is very, very nice," Des mumbled against the curve of Michael's shoulder. "I love you, Michael."
"Love you too, Des," Michael muttered sleepily, shifting a little as the alarm clock on the nightstand began to beep.
Des frowned, watching his boyfriend reach out and shut off the alarm. "What's that for?" he asked curiously as Michael stretched and slid out of bed.
"It's time for my Treatment," Michael said simply as he reached for his boxers.
( Des blinked a little... )