E/O Drabble Challenge, word: Massage
Added Musketeer Challenge: Smoke
Set: In the good old times
Summary: Why was it that he had to save countless people but no one protected him ever from utter embarrassment?
A/N: Barb, honey, this one's for you! Thanks for being such an awesome friend and Musketeer fellow and sister in mind :-)
His whole body prickled like floating in a sea of tiny needles and he moaned, when long fingers started to massage their way from his toes over the length of his thigh towards a place where he wished them to linger on.
He opened dazed eyes, frantically taking snap-shots from his surroundings:
Little brother, smirking...
Wet clothes, smoking on top of the Impalas heater...
Himself, laying in the plaid-covered backseat, naked...
"Avalanche! Remember shooting that rabid yeti? Right under a snow-covered sequoia?"
"Exactly. Lucky I had a shovel..."
"Lucky I've still got all my limbs..."
A/N 2: Yep (*sheepishly grinning*). My little gift to all you wonderful people out there. Hope you enjoyed. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year (and more happy-brother-moments in 2011) :-)