FAKE Double Drabble: Shameless
Title: Shameless
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 247: Whistle at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo’s busy baking when he hears something.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ryo was bent over, sliding the last tray of cookies into the oven when he heard a low, appreciative whistle behind him. Not so long ago, hearing that when he knew he was alone in the apartment would have made him nearly jump out of his skin and reach for his gun, even though he didn’t carry it when he was home, but that particular whistle was familiar enough that he wasn’t startled.
“Dee. I didn’t hear you come in!” Probably because he had the radio turned up, a little spot of self-indulgence while he busied himself in the kitchen.
He blushed, knowing without looking exactly what Dee was staring at. Used to be, he would have hurried to finish what he was doing and turned around, but not now. Let Dee look if he wanted to.
“There’re definite benefits to sneakin’ in. Man, you should wear those pants more often; they fit just right.”
“You’re shameless!” Closing the oven, Ryo straightened up, reaching for the timer and setting it before turning around.
Dee was leaning against the wall, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
“Got nothin’ to be ashamed of.” He winked. “Just appreciatin’ what you’ve got.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 247: Whistle at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo’s busy baking when he hears something.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ryo was bent over, sliding the last tray of cookies into the oven when he heard a low, appreciative whistle behind him. Not so long ago, hearing that when he knew he was alone in the apartment would have made him nearly jump out of his skin and reach for his gun, even though he didn’t carry it when he was home, but that particular whistle was familiar enough that he wasn’t startled.
“Dee. I didn’t hear you come in!” Probably because he had the radio turned up, a little spot of self-indulgence while he busied himself in the kitchen.
He blushed, knowing without looking exactly what Dee was staring at. Used to be, he would have hurried to finish what he was doing and turned around, but not now. Let Dee look if he wanted to.
“There’re definite benefits to sneakin’ in. Man, you should wear those pants more often; they fit just right.”
“You’re shameless!” Closing the oven, Ryo straightened up, reaching for the timer and setting it before turning around.
Dee was leaning against the wall, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
“Got nothin’ to be ashamed of.” He winked. “Just appreciatin’ what you’ve got.”
The End