An Eros by Any Other Name
Jan. 29th, 2017 09:50 pmA little double drabble written to satisfy the DEW challenge here on Lj and the Fanfiction.net drabble challenge.
The DEW theme was 'nudity'
The Fanfiction.net callenge word was 'shine'
AN EROS BY ANY OTHER NAME
Rating: T
Genre: Humour
Character: Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: Nudity and Naughtiness
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Is there anyone who actually thinks I own him?
The DEW theme was 'nudity'
The Fanfiction.net callenge word was 'shine'
AN EROS BY ANY OTHER NAME
Rating: T
Genre: Humour
Character: Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: Nudity and Naughtiness
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Is there anyone who actually thinks I own him?
It’s been a long time since I dated a classy chick like this.
She’s an artist, and seems keen – I mean, she asked to ‘capture me in oils’.
After I‘d got over my initial disappointment that this wasn’t, in fact, some kinky sexual invitation, I kinda got on board with the idea.
I pictured myself sitting, all dignified, in a smoking jacket, or looking drop-dead handsome in a tux, or even wearing some kind of military get-up, you know, with a whole load of shiny medals on my chest.
What I didn’t picture, was me standing here on a plinth in the middle of her studio, butt friggin’ naked, except for the red rosebud I’m holding – and trust me, that’s not big enough to cover anything important.
So, apparently she wants to depict me as Eros, the Greek God of love and sexual attraction; and, looking here at myself, clearly Eros was some douchebag who’d never heard of a toga, or whatever they wore in ancient Greece.
But anyway; maybe after she’s done, she’ll give me the opportunity to show her a few of my awesome Eros-like skills.
Ah …
In the meantime, it looks like she might need a bit more paint.
xxxxx
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She’s an artist, and seems keen – I mean, she asked to ‘capture me in oils’.
After I‘d got over my initial disappointment that this wasn’t, in fact, some kinky sexual invitation, I kinda got on board with the idea.
I pictured myself sitting, all dignified, in a smoking jacket, or looking drop-dead handsome in a tux, or even wearing some kind of military get-up, you know, with a whole load of shiny medals on my chest.
What I didn’t picture, was me standing here on a plinth in the middle of her studio, butt friggin’ naked, except for the red rosebud I’m holding – and trust me, that’s not big enough to cover anything important.
So, apparently she wants to depict me as Eros, the Greek God of love and sexual attraction; and, looking here at myself, clearly Eros was some douchebag who’d never heard of a toga, or whatever they wore in ancient Greece.
But anyway; maybe after she’s done, she’ll give me the opportunity to show her a few of my awesome Eros-like skills.
Ah …
In the meantime, it looks like she might need a bit more paint.
xxxxx
end
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Date: 2017-01-30 07:07 pm (UTC)Thank you , sweetheart ♥♥♥
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Date: 2017-01-30 10:05 pm (UTC)Gladd you liked it :D
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Date: 2017-02-04 12:59 am (UTC)