"Apology", by Luzula
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luzulaTitle: Apology
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher
Prompt: pink
Rating: PG
Length: 242 words
Summary: Fraser and Thatcher dancing around each other.
Notes: For the snippet tag event. I wanted to write some sex, but these two just kept being awkward. If I get tagged again, I'll write a prequel. *g* Not beta read (although I thankmalnpudl for a brief chat about the subjunctive mood).
There was a knock on the door, and Meg looked up. "Come in."
It was Constable Fraser, of course. (Benton? Ben? No, best stick to formalities.)
"Sir, I came to apologize." Constable Fraser looked as if he were headed for a court-martial, and was bound and determined to endure it with his head held high.
Meg sensed the impending awkwardness, and it made her voice sharper than she intended. "For what, Constable?"
"For last night, sir. I was...well, I was entirely sober, and you were not."
"Are you apologizing for being sober?"
"No, sir." He swallowed. "I thought you might--I mean, I was afraid I might have been taking advantage. That is--"
Meg stared at him, distracted by the sudden appearance of his pink tongue, coming out to wet his lips. She squirmed in remembrance, and fled into formality. "Constable, do you think this is an appropriate conversation to have during work hours?"
"Ah, perhaps not, sir. I apologize."
Now he was apologizing for his apology. Christ, the man drove her crazy--in more ways than one.
"Well, I'll just dismiss myself, then," he said, and Meg realized she had been silent for too long. She nodded at him, and he turned and headed for the door.
No, she couldn't let him leave like this. "Constable?"
He looked back.
"I'm quite capable of knowing what I want even after a glass or two of wine."
Fraser's face relaxed slightly, and he nodded. "Understood."
***
And I tagakamine_chan!
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher
Prompt: pink
Rating: PG
Length: 242 words
Summary: Fraser and Thatcher dancing around each other.
Notes: For the snippet tag event. I wanted to write some sex, but these two just kept being awkward. If I get tagged again, I'll write a prequel. *g* Not beta read (although I thank
malnpudl for a brief chat about the subjunctive mood). There was a knock on the door, and Meg looked up. "Come in."
It was Constable Fraser, of course. (Benton? Ben? No, best stick to formalities.)
"Sir, I came to apologize." Constable Fraser looked as if he were headed for a court-martial, and was bound and determined to endure it with his head held high.
Meg sensed the impending awkwardness, and it made her voice sharper than she intended. "For what, Constable?"
"For last night, sir. I was...well, I was entirely sober, and you were not."
"Are you apologizing for being sober?"
"No, sir." He swallowed. "I thought you might--I mean, I was afraid I might have been taking advantage. That is--"
Meg stared at him, distracted by the sudden appearance of his pink tongue, coming out to wet his lips. She squirmed in remembrance, and fled into formality. "Constable, do you think this is an appropriate conversation to have during work hours?"
"Ah, perhaps not, sir. I apologize."
Now he was apologizing for his apology. Christ, the man drove her crazy--in more ways than one.
"Well, I'll just dismiss myself, then," he said, and Meg realized she had been silent for too long. She nodded at him, and he turned and headed for the door.
No, she couldn't let him leave like this. "Constable?"
He looked back.
"I'm quite capable of knowing what I want even after a glass or two of wine."
Fraser's face relaxed slightly, and he nodded. "Understood."
***
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akamine_chan!
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Date: 2011-01-26 08:23 pm (UTC)