preview of the geordi/cutie fic set for release tomorrow.
It will be spicy, but also full of feels and comfort. I can’t seem to write spice without some sort of comfort involved (ˉ▽ˉ；)...
Enjoy~
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“Are you wearing my shirt?”
That’s definitely my shirt. I’ve been looking for that shirt. Rude. They look good in it though. They look good in everything. And nothing at all, hehe. God damnit, focus, Geordi—
Cutie pressed their lips together, mouth trembling with unreleased laughter. They peeked over their shoulder, their chin pressed into it as if they were thinking rather than sneaking a glance. Geordi’s eyes were focused downwards, making it fairly easy to determine which part of them he was most interested in at the moment. That…and, well…
Are they wearing anything under that? Would they walk around without anything other than a shirt? They never did before. Or did they? The last few times they spent the night I think they definitely had shorts. They look very comfortable. Nice legs. Look good. If I touched under the shirt would I feel anything other than skin? Shit, not now, mind out of the gutter. They look busy, I don’t want to bother them. I want to touch. Later. Now? I should ask—
It was cute how caught up in the details he became, the urge to reach up into the cabinet above them to show a bit more skin very tempting.
