The Editing Tips Fic
“Phil, please, I need it!” Dan half screams. There are beads of sweat dripping down his pained face and desperation clings to every bone in his aching body.
“No, Dan, not now.” Phil says, dismissing Dan with a wave of his hand, “I’m not in the mood.”
At that, Dan lets out a strangled cry, “I won’t ask again, one more time, please!” he all but begs.
He crawls further toward Phil and with shaking hands he cups Phil’s face, whispering, “You know I need this to keep our relationship happy and healthy”
Phil gives a defeated sigh. Dan always did know exactly what to say.
“Fine,” he relents, “I just don’t get why you like it so much.” he admits with a sheepish shrug.
“It’s everything to me.”
“Okay, so,” Phil begins. He stretches his legs and shuffles into a comfortable position on the bed. He curls an arm around Dan’s shoulders and brings him closer. If they’re going to do this properly, they need to be as close and as open as possible.
“Where do you want to begin?” Phil asks.
“T-tell me, Phil,” Dan stammers, the excitement rushes through him causing his words to tumble out.
He takes a deep breath and grins incredulously. This is happening. This moment with Phil is real. The luck he harbours is something he’ll never be more thankful for.
“Tell me again about how to make a jump-cut.”
The End.
I hate myself.