October 11th Challenge:--Lorne/Parrish G
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slashing_lorneTitle: Unbearable trauma.
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Word Count: 215
Rating: G
Summary: There was a bandaid, even.
Prompt:Oct 11 - John Bobbitt has plastic surgery to increase his penis 3 inches: write a drabble/ficlet where Lorne is telling his lover about "that horrible sports injury" he suffered back in college. Single word prompt: injury
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my sockies with the straps and a rather narcoleptic cat.
Notes: *smile*
David laughed helplessly, his slightly high voice breaking down into almost girlish giggling. It was always a sign that he was truly amused, absolutely tickled, when his laughter rose an octave or so.
"well it's not that funny" Marc grumbled goodnaturedly, letting David drape himself across his chest, rocking them both with his shoulder-shaking giggles.
"oh...oh....oh GOD it so is!! How can you s-say it's n-not?" The last of the sentence was slightly obscured by David's mirth.
"it hurt! It really hurt! I was scarred, it was a debilitating injury! I don't see why you find that so amusing."
He knew that would set David off again, and the corners of his mouth rose in a brief grin, a flash of white--it was always nice to see he knew his boyfriend so well.
"n-nno...it'...it's not that....oh Marc! ahahahah!"
"it was a really vicious duckie. Look, you can still see the bitemarks."
Marc held up one calloused finger and waggled it with a rather pitiful look on his face.
David nearly fell from the couch in his laughter, and Lorne grinned, holding him up with one arm.
"I shudder to think what you'd do if I told you about the pony at my fourth birthday...now that's a horrifying tale."
Atlantis rang with David Parrish's laughter for nearly fifteen minutes.
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Word Count: 215
Rating: G
Summary: There was a bandaid, even.
Prompt:Oct 11 - John Bobbitt has plastic surgery to increase his penis 3 inches: write a drabble/ficlet where Lorne is telling his lover about "that horrible sports injury" he suffered back in college. Single word prompt: injury
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my sockies with the straps and a rather narcoleptic cat.
Notes: *smile*
David laughed helplessly, his slightly high voice breaking down into almost girlish giggling. It was always a sign that he was truly amused, absolutely tickled, when his laughter rose an octave or so.
"well it's not that funny" Marc grumbled goodnaturedly, letting David drape himself across his chest, rocking them both with his shoulder-shaking giggles.
"oh...oh....oh GOD it so is!! How can you s-say it's n-not?" The last of the sentence was slightly obscured by David's mirth.
"it hurt! It really hurt! I was scarred, it was a debilitating injury! I don't see why you find that so amusing."
He knew that would set David off again, and the corners of his mouth rose in a brief grin, a flash of white--it was always nice to see he knew his boyfriend so well.
"n-nno...it'...it's not that....oh Marc! ahahahah!"
"it was a really vicious duckie. Look, you can still see the bitemarks."
Marc held up one calloused finger and waggled it with a rather pitiful look on his face.
David nearly fell from the couch in his laughter, and Lorne grinned, holding him up with one arm.
"I shudder to think what you'd do if I told you about the pony at my fourth birthday...now that's a horrifying tale."
Atlantis rang with David Parrish's laughter for nearly fifteen minutes.
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