Languid Morning - Hannibal/Face

[johnny_penn]

 A very, very short fic. So more like a drabble only I didn't keep to a word count. 

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Languid Moring

Fandom – The A-Team

Pairing – Hannibal/Face

Rating – PG13

Warnings – mentioned BDSM, but nothing explicit.

Disclaimer – I do not won TAT.

Summary – The obligated “morning after” fic.

 

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My wrists hurt…is the first thought that rises to the brink of his mind just as he blinks his eyes open enough to see what time in the morning it was. It’s past eight. If today were Monday or Thursday, Face knew that Hannibal would have prodded him out of bed much, much, much earlier. It’d have been five in the morning. However, since today was Saturday and their dear Colonel Lynch was distracted by other matters, Face assumed that Hannibal had given even himself permission to laze around in bed.

 

That however does not explain why his wrists hurt; not that his thoughts are fuzzy from a drunken haze. Face knew perfectly well that he and Hannibal had sex last night. He knew perfectly well that he’d goaded Hannibal a little bit farther than he had intended and somehow that’d gotten him tied to the bed and fucked to within an inch of his life.

 

And as he was able to finally open his eyes enough to see the small room, the head of white hair laying on his chest, and see that he was indeed, still, tied to the bed and that his ass hurt from all the abuse – he smiled, because as mornings after usually went for him, this one was a keeper.