[ He watches Gamzee sprawl on his floor like a sun-soaked panther, all long limbs and shifting muscles bunched inside swathes of tanned skin. Dave sits up, ready to join him -
Ding-Dong.
And then the doorbell interrupts and a grin cuts across his face. ]
Guess you'll have to put up with it for a minute or two.
[ Tugging on his jeans, he doesn't bother zipping them and saunters with post-coital grace over his lover to pick up a bunch of notes on the kitchenette counter. Putting his back to Gamzee reluctantly, he answers the door. ]
no subject
Ding-Dong.
And then the doorbell interrupts and a grin cuts across his face. ]
Guess you'll have to put up with it for a minute or two.
[ Tugging on his jeans, he doesn't bother zipping them and saunters with post-coital grace over his lover to pick up a bunch of notes on the kitchenette counter. Putting his back to Gamzee reluctantly, he answers the door. ]