Freed frowned as he reached for his bottle of cologne only to find it with little more than dregs inside, and he stared at incredulously, he rarely used that one and he knew for a fact that there had been more left than that last time. Bickslow, he knew at once who the culprit was at once, feeling his cheeks heating up as he recalled all the times he had pounced on his partner over the last few months…because he had smelled so good. He was just about to turn around and go fine his devious partner, when warm arms snaked around him from behind and he immediately smelt his cologne on the older man, and he turned in the circle of Bickslow’s arms intending to tell him off. Bickslow had anticipated that move, silencing him with a fierce kiss before he could get a word out and despite himself he found himself melting against the older man, burrowing his face in Bickslow’s shoulder when they pulled away. Idiot…
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Fairytail Drabbles
AléatoireA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.