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Drabble: Sense Offense

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"I know what you're thinking."

Errol's fingers paused on John's spine. "What am I thinking?"

John rolled off his elbows, onto his back. "You're thinking that I'm going to turn you over in the morning."

"Aren't you?"

John smiled lazily up at his partner. "Yes." He pulled Errol down by his neck for a brief kiss. "If you don't turn me in first."

"What you did was not a sense offense."

John laughed. "Errol, you haven't dosed in four years. It's the worst kept secret in the Tetragrammaton Cleric. Everyone knows."

They were just waiting for him to slip up.