fic
Title: Cake
Fandom: ATWT
Pairing/characters: Lure, mentions of past Nuke
Rating: PG-13 for language and insinuated actions
A/N: This was an experiment, the story is written in all dialogue and no narration. Confusing but hopefully fun. Set a few months after Noah's surgery.
Disclaimer: Not mine. x-posted to atwt_lure and LRonline
Cake
"Busy! Oh...Luke...what are - is there a foundation meeting I had blissfully forgotten about?"
"Hah, no. I just wanted to see the finished product. It's a nice office."
"Yeah, well, I could have done without the canary yellow walls."
"Come on, they're cheery. Maybe they can improve your bedside manner."
"Leave that crap for the waiting rooms. Oh wait, you put unicorn wallpaper up."
"I'll let that one slide. It's a nice office at least. So, do you like it?"
"It's too big for any practical use but the chair is really comfy. Oh, and I have a mini fridge."
"Ah."
"Why are you here, Luke? Certainly you didn't come here just to ogle the various diploma's and certificates on my wall as you're doing now."
"Months of planning and I can't even admire the work? Geez, okay already. I'm leaving, I'm leaving."
"Don't get huffy, I have this pile of paperwork to do. No, really, don't smirk - being a doctor isn't all fun and games and surgery, we have to complete patient files and shit."
"Right, you're so busy. I'm sorry for the interruption."
"Yeah, you sound sorry...Um, so...I'm almost done with Noah's file."
"Oh? Well, I'm glad you got his eyesight back. Uh, thank you. For that. You know."
"You're glad his eyesight's back? That's it, after all that?"
"Sure. I mean, I'm glad he's okay. Now he can do what he wants to do."
"Right..."
"He...he and I...well, we're..."
"You can tell me, Luke. I'm a big boy. You're the one who came to my office and is now playing with my rubber bands on my desk, after all."
"It didn't work out."
"It didn't work out, or he ended it?"
"Actually, I did, if you must know. Don't act surprised, Dr. Oliver, you knew this would happen. Noah didn't want to commit but he didn't want to end it, and I was done with that. You can't have your cake and eat it, too."
"Of course I knew it. Only a rock wouldn't have seen that coming a mile away."
"Really."
"Well, actually, Mr. Snyder, I am a little surprised to know you ended it...I take it you're not leaving anymore."
"The chairs in here are comfortable...And I sort of came up here looking for something to do. I have the day off and I've been bored - hey, shut up, I'm not talking about Noah's and my relationship when I say that! So, what are these files."
"Patients' files. Boring."
"And these?"
"More patients. Boring."
"And these?"
"You're not pointing to anything, Luke. You're not even looking."
"Oh...this desk is smooth, nice. Is it mahogany? Smooth like your fanmmpf!"
"Luke..."
"Wait. Desk is too wide."
"Better now? Fuck, I need this. Not just since you walked in like you own this place -"
"I do."
"-but every day since you and Noah..."
"I know. I've wanted to come for a while."
"Fuck, Luke, don't stop."
"Fuck me."
"What?"
"Now. Fuck me."
"In my office? And if someone finds us?"
"Do you care?"
"Careful with those buttons! No, I don't. But I thought you did."
"Screw the buttons. I never liked this shirt anyway. I don't care anymore. Reid...fuck me."
"You...smell...so good."
"Mm. Cuddling is hard against a desk and my hips are bruised as it is. Quit it! Haha Reid, seriously, can we try this in a bed sometime?"
"I plan on it...but I kind of enjoyed fucking you into my new, important-looking desk. And don't complain so much, your hips didn't seem to mind it while it was happening. Though they do kind of protrude a lot, geez, you're skinny."
"Keep doing that, Reid, and we'll never leave your office. Maybe you're not skinny enough to lean on top of me like you just were. See, you're eating again and your pants aren't even back on...What is that?"
"Cake."
Fandom: ATWT
Pairing/characters: Lure, mentions of past Nuke
Rating: PG-13 for language and insinuated actions
A/N: This was an experiment, the story is written in all dialogue and no narration. Confusing but hopefully fun. Set a few months after Noah's surgery.
Disclaimer: Not mine. x-posted to atwt_lure and LRonline
Cake
"Busy! Oh...Luke...what are - is there a foundation meeting I had blissfully forgotten about?"
"Hah, no. I just wanted to see the finished product. It's a nice office."
"Yeah, well, I could have done without the canary yellow walls."
"Come on, they're cheery. Maybe they can improve your bedside manner."
"Leave that crap for the waiting rooms. Oh wait, you put unicorn wallpaper up."
"I'll let that one slide. It's a nice office at least. So, do you like it?"
"It's too big for any practical use but the chair is really comfy. Oh, and I have a mini fridge."
"Ah."
"Why are you here, Luke? Certainly you didn't come here just to ogle the various diploma's and certificates on my wall as you're doing now."
"Months of planning and I can't even admire the work? Geez, okay already. I'm leaving, I'm leaving."
"Don't get huffy, I have this pile of paperwork to do. No, really, don't smirk - being a doctor isn't all fun and games and surgery, we have to complete patient files and shit."
"Right, you're so busy. I'm sorry for the interruption."
"Yeah, you sound sorry...Um, so...I'm almost done with Noah's file."
"Oh? Well, I'm glad you got his eyesight back. Uh, thank you. For that. You know."
"You're glad his eyesight's back? That's it, after all that?"
"Sure. I mean, I'm glad he's okay. Now he can do what he wants to do."
"Right..."
"He...he and I...well, we're..."
"You can tell me, Luke. I'm a big boy. You're the one who came to my office and is now playing with my rubber bands on my desk, after all."
"It didn't work out."
"It didn't work out, or he ended it?"
"Actually, I did, if you must know. Don't act surprised, Dr. Oliver, you knew this would happen. Noah didn't want to commit but he didn't want to end it, and I was done with that. You can't have your cake and eat it, too."
"Of course I knew it. Only a rock wouldn't have seen that coming a mile away."
"Really."
"Well, actually, Mr. Snyder, I am a little surprised to know you ended it...I take it you're not leaving anymore."
"The chairs in here are comfortable...And I sort of came up here looking for something to do. I have the day off and I've been bored - hey, shut up, I'm not talking about Noah's and my relationship when I say that! So, what are these files."
"Patients' files. Boring."
"And these?"
"More patients. Boring."
"And these?"
"You're not pointing to anything, Luke. You're not even looking."
"Oh...this desk is smooth, nice. Is it mahogany? Smooth like your fanmmpf!"
"Luke..."
"Wait. Desk is too wide."
"Better now? Fuck, I need this. Not just since you walked in like you own this place -"
"I do."
"-but every day since you and Noah..."
"I know. I've wanted to come for a while."
"Fuck, Luke, don't stop."
"Fuck me."
"What?"
"Now. Fuck me."
"In my office? And if someone finds us?"
"Do you care?"
"Careful with those buttons! No, I don't. But I thought you did."
"Screw the buttons. I never liked this shirt anyway. I don't care anymore. Reid...fuck me."
"You...smell...so good."
"Mm. Cuddling is hard against a desk and my hips are bruised as it is. Quit it! Haha Reid, seriously, can we try this in a bed sometime?"
"I plan on it...but I kind of enjoyed fucking you into my new, important-looking desk. And don't complain so much, your hips didn't seem to mind it while it was happening. Though they do kind of protrude a lot, geez, you're skinny."
"Keep doing that, Reid, and we'll never leave your office. Maybe you're not skinny enough to lean on top of me like you just were. See, you're eating again and your pants aren't even back on...What is that?"
"Cake."