YAY! I got the chance to get the first one of these done today *g*
Title: Let It Snow
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. Hart Hanson & Co. own Bones.
Pairing: Angel/Booth (AtS/Bones Crossover)
Word Count: 202
Rating: FRT/PG-13; implied m/m, light kissing
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: First, I don't write too many crossovers so this ended up being a lot of fun. Second, this was written for the sweet
dischargie and I hope this works for her!
Special Agent Seeley Booth hated L.A. Hated the way the smog tickled his nose hairs and the way the snow fell. For years, he had hated the arrogance of Wolfram and Hart and wished that the FBI would just shut the bastards down already.
But recently he had a change of heart. The firm's new CEO, Mr. Angel, was easily the most tolerable man he had ever worked with. And Booth couldn't deny that he looked particularly scrumptious coated in a layer of freshly fallen snow.
"You're gonna pay for that," Angel snarled, scooping up a pile of snow and tossing it at his almost doppelganger.
Seeley chuckled and dodged the shot. He still couldn't believe he had conned the big shot into an innocent, snowball fight. "I'd like to see you try, boss man."
Angel grinned and lunged at the agent, tackling him to the ground. Angel's lips brushed against his and Seeley shivered in anticipation. "Looks like I win again, Agent Booth. How 'bout we go back inside and talk about that case?"
Booth felt his dick twitch, knowing that there would be more on the docket than just business. Maybe, the snow in LA wasn't so bad after all.
Title: Let It Snow
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. Hart Hanson & Co. own Bones.
Pairing: Angel/Booth (AtS/Bones Crossover)
Word Count: 202
Rating: FRT/PG-13; implied m/m, light kissing
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: First, I don't write too many crossovers so this ended up being a lot of fun. Second, this was written for the sweet
Special Agent Seeley Booth hated L.A. Hated the way the smog tickled his nose hairs and the way the snow fell. For years, he had hated the arrogance of Wolfram and Hart and wished that the FBI would just shut the bastards down already.
But recently he had a change of heart. The firm's new CEO, Mr. Angel, was easily the most tolerable man he had ever worked with. And Booth couldn't deny that he looked particularly scrumptious coated in a layer of freshly fallen snow.
"You're gonna pay for that," Angel snarled, scooping up a pile of snow and tossing it at his almost doppelganger.
Seeley chuckled and dodged the shot. He still couldn't believe he had conned the big shot into an innocent, snowball fight. "I'd like to see you try, boss man."
Angel grinned and lunged at the agent, tackling him to the ground. Angel's lips brushed against his and Seeley shivered in anticipation. "Looks like I win again, Agent Booth. How 'bout we go back inside and talk about that case?"
Booth felt his dick twitch, knowing that there would be more on the docket than just business. Maybe, the snow in LA wasn't so bad after all.
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on 2008-12-08 05:09 pm (UTC)You got it, hun!
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on 2008-12-08 05:18 pm (UTC)