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spongetastic) wrote2010-06-19 04:35 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-06-19 04:35 pm
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Kisses for Des
He hovered near the doctor’s office waiting for Quebec to come out. A worried frown pulled on Kilo’s lips when he noticed a bandage on one of Quebec’s arms.
“I fell down,” Quebec explained. He held a lollipop in his fingers. “Dr. Saunders is nice,” he added. Kilo said nothing, his focus still on the bandage. He touched it thoughtfully. Many of the Dolls came out of Dr. Saunders’s office wearing bandages but Kilo never did. He couldn’t understand why.
“Are you broken?” Kilo wondered in concern.
“No.” Quebec shook his head. “Not broken.” Kilo smiled, pressing a kiss to the other Doll’s forehead.
“Good. I’m very glad.” He held onto the other as long as he could before letting him go.
--
They stretched out together in the tub, pressing up close. The money they got from the Dollhouse was more than enough to provide a tub big enough to fit them both inside. Yet it was small enough to make Peter feel safe. Safer still with Desmond’s warm body next to his.
Peter knew that there was more between himself and Desmond. He could hear inside the other man’s thoughts, could feel his emotions. But he didn’t want to rush into things. It was enough to be around Desmond and sleep next to him every night.
He wasn’t quite ready to kiss Des’s mouth yet so when they said their good-nights, Peter kissed the man on the nose instead.
--
The pain was almost unbearable but he endured it anyway. His face itched like crazy but he couldn’t touch it since the stitches were still in. In hindsight Peter probably should’ve taken painkillers or something to numb his face. But he didn’t really want to; he had enough drugs when he was in the Dollhouse.
“How’re you doing?” Des asked, fingers brushing the undamaged part of Peter’s cheek.
“I’m itchy,” Peter answered, “which means I’m healing. Just not… completely.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” Des shrugged. He leaned forward, lips tenderly brushing Peter’s cheek. “I think it’s kind of hot.” Peter managed to smile at that. He could grow to like not healing if it got this kind of attention.
--
Kilo didn’t understand what was happening. Quebec was in a very strange mood. One minute they were talking normally and the next the other Doll grabbed him by the hand and pulled him away. Quebec led Kilo to the part of the Dollhouse without cameras. Kilo wasn’t thrilled about going in; he knew that something bad happened to Sierra there.
But Quebec pushed him inside, pressing Kilo’s back against the wall. Quebec’s warm mouth was against his, his hands threading through Kilo’s hair. The Doll’s heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.
“Desmond,” he breathed out longingly.
“Peter,” the other man responded. For a moment Kilo remembered everything and started returning the kisses so he could hold onto his identity for a little while longer.
“I fell down,” Quebec explained. He held a lollipop in his fingers. “Dr. Saunders is nice,” he added. Kilo said nothing, his focus still on the bandage. He touched it thoughtfully. Many of the Dolls came out of Dr. Saunders’s office wearing bandages but Kilo never did. He couldn’t understand why.
“Are you broken?” Kilo wondered in concern.
“No.” Quebec shook his head. “Not broken.” Kilo smiled, pressing a kiss to the other Doll’s forehead.
“Good. I’m very glad.” He held onto the other as long as he could before letting him go.
--
They stretched out together in the tub, pressing up close. The money they got from the Dollhouse was more than enough to provide a tub big enough to fit them both inside. Yet it was small enough to make Peter feel safe. Safer still with Desmond’s warm body next to his.
Peter knew that there was more between himself and Desmond. He could hear inside the other man’s thoughts, could feel his emotions. But he didn’t want to rush into things. It was enough to be around Desmond and sleep next to him every night.
He wasn’t quite ready to kiss Des’s mouth yet so when they said their good-nights, Peter kissed the man on the nose instead.
--
The pain was almost unbearable but he endured it anyway. His face itched like crazy but he couldn’t touch it since the stitches were still in. In hindsight Peter probably should’ve taken painkillers or something to numb his face. But he didn’t really want to; he had enough drugs when he was in the Dollhouse.
“How’re you doing?” Des asked, fingers brushing the undamaged part of Peter’s cheek.
“I’m itchy,” Peter answered, “which means I’m healing. Just not… completely.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” Des shrugged. He leaned forward, lips tenderly brushing Peter’s cheek. “I think it’s kind of hot.” Peter managed to smile at that. He could grow to like not healing if it got this kind of attention.
--
Kilo didn’t understand what was happening. Quebec was in a very strange mood. One minute they were talking normally and the next the other Doll grabbed him by the hand and pulled him away. Quebec led Kilo to the part of the Dollhouse without cameras. Kilo wasn’t thrilled about going in; he knew that something bad happened to Sierra there.
But Quebec pushed him inside, pressing Kilo’s back against the wall. Quebec’s warm mouth was against his, his hands threading through Kilo’s hair. The Doll’s heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.
“Desmond,” he breathed out longingly.
“Peter,” the other man responded. For a moment Kilo remembered everything and started returning the kisses so he could hold onto his identity for a little while longer.