fic: Paper Wads
Title: Paper Wads
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim
Summary: Tim tries to work, Roy doesn't help
Word Count: 393
Warnings: fluff
A/N: Written for the Roy/Tim Love Feast. Uses the prompt: trying to read and being distracted given by me_ya_ri
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Tim pinched the bridge of his nose as another paper wad, the size of a dime, hit the back of his head. “Stop it Roy,” he said as he tried to concentrate on Wayne Enterprises' quarterly reports.
He didn't even have to turn around to see Roy's shoulders shake with the laughter he was trying to suppress. “I'll stop if you stop,” Roy sing sang as he threw another wad at Tim. “You've been working all day and I want to go out.”
“Then go out.”
“I'm not going out without you,” Roy said, sounding offend.
“Then give me two hours of uninterrupted work then,” Tim sighed as he pulled a stack of papers toward him sighing.
“Two hours!”
“And no more throwing things at my head,” Tim turned around long enough to glare at his lover.
Roy sat back on his chair, his head leaning on his hand. His green eyes bright with laughter. “I promise I won't throw anything at your head.”
Tim gave him a disbelieving look before turning back to his work. For twenty wonderful uninterrupted minutes Tim concentrated on the reports, making notes in the margins of questions he wanted to ask Lucius. Suddenly he felt a thud against his shoulder and it took all of his will power not to bang his head on the table as hard as he could.
“Roy!” he growled. “You promised not to throw paper wads at me!”
“No, I promised not to throw them at your head.,” Roy corrected.
With a growl Tim pushed away from the table and stomped over to where Roy was sitting and loomed over him, placing his hands on the arms of the chair. “Roy William Harper Jr, you will stop throwing paper wads and let me do my work!”
Roy gazed up laughing at Tim, “You seem a little stress Timmy. Maybe you should take a break. Go out for a bit. Stretch your legs.”
Tim let out a sound between a whine and whimper, “Why are you doing this?”
“Hmm, I'm evil,” Roy said smirking as he yanked Tim down for a quick kiss. “We're going out now right?”
Tim at least knew when he was beat. “Yes, we're going out,” Tim sighed.