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ajremixThis is actually parts one and three of a drabble trilogy. You can find the second one done by Reeberry.
Title: Too Hot
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 794
Characters: York, Wash, Carolina, Maine
Summary: Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, s/he loses. The winner gets to do whatever s/he wants to the loser.
It was one of those rare, lazy days on the Mother of Invention. At least for the Freelancers that weren't out on mission. Said Freelancers were actually lounging sociably together in the common room: Wyoming reading in the back, Maine and Carolina having some sort of intense-like discussion in the corner and Wash and York draped over the couch, watching something mindless and uninteresting on the television. After some minutes, Wash stood up and stretched, "Fuck this, man- I'm gonna grab a movie. Any preference?"
"Whatever. I'm good."
"Alright. And don't put your feet on my seat."
"Sure thing." The moment Wash left the room, York's feet hopped up on the cushion. He made himself comfortable, laid out across the entire couch. What was Wash going to do? Just scowl for a minute and then sulk on a chair.
Movement in the corner of his eye caught York's attention and he turned to Carolina who was walking intently toward him with that sway to her hips that always had him swallowing hard.
"York," she said with something like a purr so obvious it made Wyoming look up from his book. "Sit up." Oh, there was no way York could deny that voice. He sat up and Carolina bent down and when she slanted her lips against his, he couldn't help a little sound of surprise because, even if it wasn't very public, she was still kissing him in public.
God, she always smelled so good and she tasted something like strawberries and when she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss he was more than happy to accommodate her. Except that Carolina moved back just enough for York to chase after her. She teased him, letting him press in for the most tantalizing moment before pulling back until there was just the barest feel of her lips and was she really doing this to him?
York made a frustrated noise before he reached up, cupping the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair and keeping her in place so he could delve into her mouth until his aggravation was sated. When he finally let her pull back, Carolina nipped at his bottom lip and smiled.
"Thank you." She turned to Maine with a challenging look, "Time?" The larger Freelancer looked at his watch and growled. That made Carolina grin largely. "Good luck beating that."
York's jaw dropped. "Aw, what? Were you playing- that's not fair, not telling me first!"
Carolina gave him a smoky look that made York's heart thump. "Don't worry, you'll be penalized for losing later."
Okay, so maybe it wasn't such a terrible trick to play after all.
It was that moment Wash returned and paused in the entryway, sensing something was up but uncertain as to what. "What's going on?" He asked suspiciously.
Before anyone could stop him, Maine stood in front of Wash, leaned over and planted a firm kiss on the younger agent. Wash's hands automatically came up and shoved Maine back (or rather shoved himself away from Maine because the man was a goddamn tank). He was somewhere between horrified, humiliated and stunned while York and Wyoming were practically dying laughing. "What," Wash managed to splutter out, "the fuck?"
Maine just grinned victoriously at Carolina who looked rather miffed at her defeat were it not for the fact she was obviously fighting down her own amusement. "Fine," she said, "you win this round."
"Good show, old chap," Wyoming clapped approvingly, "good show!"
Wash just stared at them. "I hate you all and am never leaving my quarters again." He turned on his heel and all but ran down the hall.
~*~*~*~
REBUTTAL:
If there was one thing few in the Project could ever claim it was beating Carolina at something so few could expect Maine to resist the urge to strut whenever she was around. There was absolutely no conceivable way she could ever beat his time and he knew it and knew she knew it, too. He also knew that she was doing everything she could think of with anyone she could think of and failing spectacularly.
He was riding so high on his win that he hadn't expected Carolina to suddenly appear right in front of him, almost under his nose, like she fucking teleported there. He dug in his heels but momentum was not his friend and Maine pitched forward and Carolina rose up on her toes, her lips meeting his a microsecond before he collided into her.
Maine looked down at the woman that he suddenly had in his hands, jaw working soundlessly. Carolina just smirked victoriously up at him. Then she turned and walked away, the winner's sway back in her hips as she left the upset champion in silence.
Title: Too Hot
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 794
Characters: York, Wash, Carolina, Maine
Summary: Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, s/he loses. The winner gets to do whatever s/he wants to the loser.
It was one of those rare, lazy days on the Mother of Invention. At least for the Freelancers that weren't out on mission. Said Freelancers were actually lounging sociably together in the common room: Wyoming reading in the back, Maine and Carolina having some sort of intense-like discussion in the corner and Wash and York draped over the couch, watching something mindless and uninteresting on the television. After some minutes, Wash stood up and stretched, "Fuck this, man- I'm gonna grab a movie. Any preference?"
"Whatever. I'm good."
"Alright. And don't put your feet on my seat."
"Sure thing." The moment Wash left the room, York's feet hopped up on the cushion. He made himself comfortable, laid out across the entire couch. What was Wash going to do? Just scowl for a minute and then sulk on a chair.
Movement in the corner of his eye caught York's attention and he turned to Carolina who was walking intently toward him with that sway to her hips that always had him swallowing hard.
"York," she said with something like a purr so obvious it made Wyoming look up from his book. "Sit up." Oh, there was no way York could deny that voice. He sat up and Carolina bent down and when she slanted her lips against his, he couldn't help a little sound of surprise because, even if it wasn't very public, she was still kissing him in public.
God, she always smelled so good and she tasted something like strawberries and when she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss he was more than happy to accommodate her. Except that Carolina moved back just enough for York to chase after her. She teased him, letting him press in for the most tantalizing moment before pulling back until there was just the barest feel of her lips and was she really doing this to him?
York made a frustrated noise before he reached up, cupping the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair and keeping her in place so he could delve into her mouth until his aggravation was sated. When he finally let her pull back, Carolina nipped at his bottom lip and smiled.
"Thank you." She turned to Maine with a challenging look, "Time?" The larger Freelancer looked at his watch and growled. That made Carolina grin largely. "Good luck beating that."
York's jaw dropped. "Aw, what? Were you playing- that's not fair, not telling me first!"
Carolina gave him a smoky look that made York's heart thump. "Don't worry, you'll be penalized for losing later."
Okay, so maybe it wasn't such a terrible trick to play after all.
It was that moment Wash returned and paused in the entryway, sensing something was up but uncertain as to what. "What's going on?" He asked suspiciously.
Before anyone could stop him, Maine stood in front of Wash, leaned over and planted a firm kiss on the younger agent. Wash's hands automatically came up and shoved Maine back (or rather shoved himself away from Maine because the man was a goddamn tank). He was somewhere between horrified, humiliated and stunned while York and Wyoming were practically dying laughing. "What," Wash managed to splutter out, "the fuck?"
Maine just grinned victoriously at Carolina who looked rather miffed at her defeat were it not for the fact she was obviously fighting down her own amusement. "Fine," she said, "you win this round."
"Good show, old chap," Wyoming clapped approvingly, "good show!"
Wash just stared at them. "I hate you all and am never leaving my quarters again." He turned on his heel and all but ran down the hall.
~*~*~*~
REBUTTAL:
If there was one thing few in the Project could ever claim it was beating Carolina at something so few could expect Maine to resist the urge to strut whenever she was around. There was absolutely no conceivable way she could ever beat his time and he knew it and knew she knew it, too. He also knew that she was doing everything she could think of with anyone she could think of and failing spectacularly.
He was riding so high on his win that he hadn't expected Carolina to suddenly appear right in front of him, almost under his nose, like she fucking teleported there. He dug in his heels but momentum was not his friend and Maine pitched forward and Carolina rose up on her toes, her lips meeting his a microsecond before he collided into her.
Maine looked down at the woman that he suddenly had in his hands, jaw working soundlessly. Carolina just smirked victoriously up at him. Then she turned and walked away, the winner's sway back in her hips as she left the upset champion in silence.
