ONE INCH FROM THE EDGE
Faraday/Vasquez
Welp! I was all queued up to finally hit 100 fic posted to AO3 and it only seemed fitting that this most auspicious honor go to the pairing that pulled me back into fandom all those years ago. I’ve made so many new friends since joining back up with AO3, many of whom I can’t imagine my life without and I’m just very, very glad to be here so I hope y’all enjoy this bit of fluff in celebration. Inspired by an anonymous prompter on Tumblr who asked for an “in secret kiss” between a pairing of my choosing as part of a couple of kiss memes I’m currently running over there. (Links in endnote of fic for anyone who’d like to participate.)
Summary: On the morning of Rose Creek’s reckoning, Faraday’s neckerchief goes missing. Luckily, he has a pretty good idea of who took it.
Read it here on AO3.
Faraday/Vasquez
Welp! I was all queued up to finally hit 100 fic posted to AO3 and it only seemed fitting that this most auspicious honor go to the pairing that pulled me back into fandom all those years ago. I’ve made so many new friends since joining back up with AO3, many of whom I can’t imagine my life without and I’m just very, very glad to be here so I hope y’all enjoy this bit of fluff in celebration. Inspired by an anonymous prompter on Tumblr who asked for an “in secret kiss” between a pairing of my choosing as part of a couple of kiss memes I’m currently running over there. (Links in endnote of fic for anyone who’d like to participate.)
Summary: On the morning of Rose Creek’s reckoning, Faraday’s neckerchief goes missing. Luckily, he has a pretty good idea of who took it.
“You think you’re real cute,” Faraday muttered into the wet heat of Vasquez’s mouth, and swallowed down the answering chuckle.
He sank his teeth gently into the pulp of Vasquez’s lower lip, mouth curling at the corners when the other man caught a moan in the back of his throat and opened up for him. There wasn’t time for much more than this — the slick, sweet slide of Vasquez’s tongue curling against his own — but Faraday was greedy enough for this strange, tender intimacy that had sprung up between them to take what he could get and covet it until such time as he could glut himself anew.
“Trading goddamn favors like maidens in a fairytale.”
Read it here on AO3.