#rexma

[firewoodwander]

If you’re still taking prompts, might I offer:

fluff#20 “that is not what the instructions say.”

and

smut#44 “i think we just found a new kink.”

for Rexma or [any Torrent clone]/Dogma? If it strikes your fancy.

From the prompt list

“That is not what the instructions say.”

Rex stops what he’s doing and frowns up at him.

“What?” he says. “No, it is.”

Dogma makes a pained noise and points to the legs Rex is trying to screw onto his metal… something frame.

“No, it’s not. Those are backwards.”

“Backwa—they don’t have a back or a front?”

Rex picks up the rod and turns it in front of his face. Over and over, until Dogma sighs and crouches down beside him and takes it.

“It’s curved. Here, you see… and this goes on the outside.”

He holds the rod horizontally and runs his finger along the very clear camber. He can feel Rex watching him, and the moment he looks up is the moment he realises he’s been played.

“Is it?” Rex asks, but the grin on his face is shit-eating. “I’m still not sure.”

Dogma sighs. He’s tempted to thwack Rex with the pole, but in the end he only nudges him gently. Rex doesn’t stop grinning but he does lean forward until they’re nose to nose, waiting stubbornly for Dogma to look at him and stop staring, unimpressed, at the ceiling.

“Thank you,” Rex tells him. He darts in and presses a kiss to Dogma’s lips, one that Dogma realises he’s chasing before he can stop himself.

“You’re welcome,” he replies archly, sitting back on his heels. Rex smirks and kisses him again, and again, until eventually even Dogma can’t keep a frown on his face.

[firewoodwander]

Hewwo... Can I ask for some fluffy Dogma/Rex, with the prompt "Five more minutes"?

Always, friend!

“Rex, just—”

Rex pauses in picking up his shed greaves. Dogma hovers beside him looking forlorn, balanced on his knees on the sofa.

“Five more minutes?”

Rex is sure his smile when he sighs and drops the plate is far, far too soft. Dogma never asks for things—they’re precarious enough as it is, take what they can get and never complain when they’re inevitably cut short—but they’re on leave, and it’s been… So rough, recently. And Rex hates to deny him anything.

He turns instead to reach out and tug Dogma into his lap. Another thing Dogma always hesitates about, but he straddles Rex’s thighs with such quiet pleasure of being close that Rex hopes he’ll one day realise that he can have something this simple any time he wants.

“Come here,” Rex murmurs. Dogma makes a noise, brow and pretty tattoo crinkling, and lets Rex tug on the small of his back until they’re pressed up close and Rex can lean up and kiss him.

“Mm,” Dogma hums. “Thank you…”

Rex smiles against his smile and hugs him closer, nips on his bottom lip when he laughs and breaks the kiss and gazes at Rex with those sparkling eyes of his.

“Five minutes hasn’t hurt us before,” he says.

Dogma knocks their foreheads together and hums again. “There’s a first time for everything you know.”

“Please, stars, don’t.”

Dogma’s lips twitch. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

Dogma pretends not to laugh and kisses him again.

[zvcos]

renxma replied to your post: renxma replied to your post: I don’t know how to...

Laughs “daddy, you are so silly! Why would you trip?”

Ah, hm. Let's see.. Why would I trip? Because the person I would be walking towards is to high-class for me to talk to and I'd get awkward then trip. { nods } That's why.