I feel like I have spent THIS ENTIRE DAY on the cusp of a sneeze. I kind of want to itch the inside of my face. Ew.

Anyway, an Id-fluff ficlet brought to you by my need for a brain cleanser on my lunch break.

1057 words of Hendricks and Gard playfighting, because that is my favourite. Matureish, no warnings required, sexual situations but no sex, build-up-but-cut-to-black-fic.



( Fiiiiiiiiic )