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T: Distractions
Fandom: Threshold
Pairing: Fenway/Caffrey
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: The L-word. To read other parts of this story, find the timeline here.
"How're things going, Nigel?"
He looked up, and there she was, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at him, wearing high heels and a skirt like she didn't realise how it effected him. He tried not to stare and instead looked down through the microscope at the slide. He tried not to feel a pleasant warmth at the realisation they were on first name terms now, even at work.
"Fine. Or as well as could be expected, anyway, since you haven't yet brought me more staff to work with."
There was no bite in the slight accusation and they both knew it.
"Is there anything I can help with?" she asked, moving towards him, and he stood up, taking a deep breath and putting some more space between them.
"No. You think I need crisis management in here, Molly? I need scientists."
She didn't back away. There was a laughing smile on her face as she put a hand against the desk, leaning. "Are you sure?"
He just shook his head, moving back to his work and trying hard to concentrate. Damn all young, pretty women to hell. They always managed to get in the way, he thought, sourly. He didn't even want to be there and this woman had got past his annoyance and right under his skin. He tried to ignore her, the sound of her voice passing over his head. He didn't hear the words, but he did listen, to the expressive voice that he'd grown to love.
"Nigel?"
He looked up at her. And then thought, to hell with this, just for a minute. He grabbed her, pulling her close, muffling her sudden protest with a kiss, his mouth eager as she responded, moving to press closer to him. He'd've called the kiss emotional, passionate, if he still believed in any of that romantic crap.
"Oh," she said, pulling back, and he expected her to walk out. She did hesitate, but then she moved to shut the door. She lifted her chin, crossing her arms in front of her like a challenge. "Okay."
He realised that he'd used the 'L-word' to himself when describing her voice, and hated himself for a moment, before he forgot it in the heat of the moment.
Pairing: Fenway/Caffrey
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: The L-word. To read other parts of this story, find the timeline here.
"How're things going, Nigel?"
He looked up, and there she was, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at him, wearing high heels and a skirt like she didn't realise how it effected him. He tried not to stare and instead looked down through the microscope at the slide. He tried not to feel a pleasant warmth at the realisation they were on first name terms now, even at work.
"Fine. Or as well as could be expected, anyway, since you haven't yet brought me more staff to work with."
There was no bite in the slight accusation and they both knew it.
"Is there anything I can help with?" she asked, moving towards him, and he stood up, taking a deep breath and putting some more space between them.
"No. You think I need crisis management in here, Molly? I need scientists."
She didn't back away. There was a laughing smile on her face as she put a hand against the desk, leaning. "Are you sure?"
He just shook his head, moving back to his work and trying hard to concentrate. Damn all young, pretty women to hell. They always managed to get in the way, he thought, sourly. He didn't even want to be there and this woman had got past his annoyance and right under his skin. He tried to ignore her, the sound of her voice passing over his head. He didn't hear the words, but he did listen, to the expressive voice that he'd grown to love.
"Nigel?"
He looked up at her. And then thought, to hell with this, just for a minute. He grabbed her, pulling her close, muffling her sudden protest with a kiss, his mouth eager as she responded, moving to press closer to him. He'd've called the kiss emotional, passionate, if he still believed in any of that romantic crap.
"Oh," she said, pulling back, and he expected her to walk out. She did hesitate, but then she moved to shut the door. She lifted her chin, crossing her arms in front of her like a challenge. "Okay."
He realised that he'd used the 'L-word' to himself when describing her voice, and hated himself for a moment, before he forgot it in the heat of the moment.