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toxicwasteland127Title: Christmas Blues
Author: Tonya
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Rating: PG-13
Category: Drabble/Humor/OOC
Summary: Gil gets the blues at xmas.
Disclaimer: Alas, they are not mine. I'll give them back when I'm done.
Gil hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like nails on a chalk-board. He loathed it.
Every December Gil would feel himself getting all blue inside. He refused to put up a Christmas tree, he snapped at anyone dumb enough to sing a Christmas carol in his vicinity, and he never bought anyone a present.
On December 13th, Gil had to go to the pet shop at the mall to pick up his new spider. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing hastily around and so much Christmas music blaring, he thought his head would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a handsome man collecting for charity. Gil never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the handsome man dropped his bell and basket, and ran into the street. There was a tiny kitten right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the handsome man slipped and fell, so now both the man and the kitten were in danger!
Gil sat his spider down and rushed into the street. He pushed the handsome man out of the way, while simultaneously scooping up the kitten. Gil heard a loud thud and then everything went dark.
When gil woke up, he was in a warm room. There was a Christmas tree in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, his right nipple hurt. A lot!
The handsome man came into the room. “I'm so happy!” he said. “You're awake. My name is Warrick. You saved me from the truck. But your nipple is broken.”
Gil hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas tree up and his nipple was broken, he felt quite giddy, especially when he looked at Warrick.
“Your nipple must hurt terribly,” Warrick said. “But I think this will help.” And he gently kissed Gil's sore nipple several times.
Now Gil felt very giddy indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact he loved it. And he loved Warrick. “I love you,” he said, and kissed Warrick passionately.
“I love you too,” said Warrick. Just then, the kitten ran into the room and nuzzled Gil's foot. “I brought her home with us,” Warrick said with a broad grin. "And I've got your spider over there on the table. What will we name our kitten?”
Gil smiled, “How about Miracle? Our Christmas Miracle.”
'This will be the best Christmas ever! This will be the best christmas ever. This will be the best Christmas ever.'
“Gil, baby. Wake up. You're talking in your sleep again. Come on, honey. Wake up.”
“Huh. Oh, Warrick. What a crazy dream! I dreamed I was at the mall and you were outside collecting for charity. There was a kitten in the path of a truck and you ran out to save it. So, I ran out to save you and the kitten and somehow I broke my right nipple. But I don't think that's even possible. Anyway, I woke up and you were licking my nipple. It felt really good too. I don't suppose you'd do it again?”
“I hate to break this to you, Gil. But it wasn't me licking your nipple.”
“It wasn't?”
Warrick laughed, “No, babe. It was the kitten you bought me for Christmas.”
The End
Author: Tonya
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Rating: PG-13
Category: Drabble/Humor/OOC
Summary: Gil gets the blues at xmas.
Disclaimer: Alas, they are not mine. I'll give them back when I'm done.
Gil hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like nails on a chalk-board. He loathed it.
Every December Gil would feel himself getting all blue inside. He refused to put up a Christmas tree, he snapped at anyone dumb enough to sing a Christmas carol in his vicinity, and he never bought anyone a present.
On December 13th, Gil had to go to the pet shop at the mall to pick up his new spider. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing hastily around and so much Christmas music blaring, he thought his head would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a handsome man collecting for charity. Gil never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the handsome man dropped his bell and basket, and ran into the street. There was a tiny kitten right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the handsome man slipped and fell, so now both the man and the kitten were in danger!
Gil sat his spider down and rushed into the street. He pushed the handsome man out of the way, while simultaneously scooping up the kitten. Gil heard a loud thud and then everything went dark.
When gil woke up, he was in a warm room. There was a Christmas tree in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, his right nipple hurt. A lot!
The handsome man came into the room. “I'm so happy!” he said. “You're awake. My name is Warrick. You saved me from the truck. But your nipple is broken.”
Gil hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas tree up and his nipple was broken, he felt quite giddy, especially when he looked at Warrick.
“Your nipple must hurt terribly,” Warrick said. “But I think this will help.” And he gently kissed Gil's sore nipple several times.
Now Gil felt very giddy indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact he loved it. And he loved Warrick. “I love you,” he said, and kissed Warrick passionately.
“I love you too,” said Warrick. Just then, the kitten ran into the room and nuzzled Gil's foot. “I brought her home with us,” Warrick said with a broad grin. "And I've got your spider over there on the table. What will we name our kitten?”
Gil smiled, “How about Miracle? Our Christmas Miracle.”
'This will be the best Christmas ever! This will be the best christmas ever. This will be the best Christmas ever.'
“Gil, baby. Wake up. You're talking in your sleep again. Come on, honey. Wake up.”
“Huh. Oh, Warrick. What a crazy dream! I dreamed I was at the mall and you were outside collecting for charity. There was a kitten in the path of a truck and you ran out to save it. So, I ran out to save you and the kitten and somehow I broke my right nipple. But I don't think that's even possible. Anyway, I woke up and you were licking my nipple. It felt really good too. I don't suppose you'd do it again?”
“I hate to break this to you, Gil. But it wasn't me licking your nipple.”
“It wasn't?”
Warrick laughed, “No, babe. It was the kitten you bought me for Christmas.”
The End
