Prompt 06 - Necktie
Prompt: 06 - Necktie
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher
Rating: PG-13
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“Constable!”
Fraser spun on his heel and came to attention half way down the Consulate corridor.
“Yes, sir?”
Inspector Thatcher paused. At this point in what was a regular conversation she would normally reprimand Fraser on the state of his lanyard. It was a perfect opportunity to stand face-to-face, inches away from him, breathing in the strangely fresh scent he seemed to carry everywhere. It was a perfect opportunity to intimidate him.
Today there was a problem. Today, Fraser was wearing the brown uniform.
“Constable!” She repeated herself in a sharper tone than usual as she cast about for something on his uniform she could adjust. God, he really was the most irritating man in the universe. “Your tie! It’s crooked. Really Fraser, you look disgraceful. Come here.”
He stood before her obediently, eyes fixed on a spot several inches above his head, while she fiddled with his tie. This was…this was almost better than the lanyard. The tie was still warm from its proximity to his body. The smooth polyester slid almost sensuously through her fingers. As she roughly unpicked the knot her fingers brushed against the side of Fraser’s neck, and he drew breath sharply. She glanced up, but his expression was as impassive as ever.
“I believe we’ve already had to discuss this uniform once, Constable.” Not that she wanted to make him change it now. But he was hard enough to control as it was.
“Yes, sir.”
Daring, she adjusted his collar, once again brushing her fingers against warm skin.
“I don’t want to have to make you take the uniform off.”
Fraser made a kind of choked-off sound, which he quickly turned into a cough.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Meg really couldn’t tell if it was desire or horror. Damn it, her behaviour around this man got more and more out of control every day. Last week, standing in Lieutenant Welsh’s office, she had actually told him that she would never let anyone hurt him. A little fantasy was all very well, but when she let it spill over into real life…Fraser was becoming an embarrassment.
She finished the tie with a rough jerk, angry at herself for succumbing to temptation all over again, and the resulting knot nearly strangled Fraser, who none the less stood rigidly with his hands behind his back. She sighed and reached out one-handed to loosen it slightly, already stepping back and distancing herself from such addictive warmth. He would adjust the tie anyway, as soon as he was out of her sight.
“Thank you, Constable. You may go.”
“Ma’am.”
There was no bewilderment at having his tie mangled, no protest at being made to stand still in the Consulate while she pawed him. The man was inhuman. She turned sharply and made for her office. She had work to do. She was a busy woman. She didn’t have time to think about ties. It wasn’t as though she even cared about them. Ridiculous. The Italian ambassador had asked her to have dinner with him this week. Where was his phone number?
She managed not to think about ties for at least ten minutes.
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher
Rating: PG-13
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“Constable!”
Fraser spun on his heel and came to attention half way down the Consulate corridor.
“Yes, sir?”
Inspector Thatcher paused. At this point in what was a regular conversation she would normally reprimand Fraser on the state of his lanyard. It was a perfect opportunity to stand face-to-face, inches away from him, breathing in the strangely fresh scent he seemed to carry everywhere. It was a perfect opportunity to intimidate him.
Today there was a problem. Today, Fraser was wearing the brown uniform.
“Constable!” She repeated herself in a sharper tone than usual as she cast about for something on his uniform she could adjust. God, he really was the most irritating man in the universe. “Your tie! It’s crooked. Really Fraser, you look disgraceful. Come here.”
He stood before her obediently, eyes fixed on a spot several inches above his head, while she fiddled with his tie. This was…this was almost better than the lanyard. The tie was still warm from its proximity to his body. The smooth polyester slid almost sensuously through her fingers. As she roughly unpicked the knot her fingers brushed against the side of Fraser’s neck, and he drew breath sharply. She glanced up, but his expression was as impassive as ever.
“I believe we’ve already had to discuss this uniform once, Constable.” Not that she wanted to make him change it now. But he was hard enough to control as it was.
“Yes, sir.”
Daring, she adjusted his collar, once again brushing her fingers against warm skin.
“I don’t want to have to make you take the uniform off.”
Fraser made a kind of choked-off sound, which he quickly turned into a cough.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Meg really couldn’t tell if it was desire or horror. Damn it, her behaviour around this man got more and more out of control every day. Last week, standing in Lieutenant Welsh’s office, she had actually told him that she would never let anyone hurt him. A little fantasy was all very well, but when she let it spill over into real life…Fraser was becoming an embarrassment.
She finished the tie with a rough jerk, angry at herself for succumbing to temptation all over again, and the resulting knot nearly strangled Fraser, who none the less stood rigidly with his hands behind his back. She sighed and reached out one-handed to loosen it slightly, already stepping back and distancing herself from such addictive warmth. He would adjust the tie anyway, as soon as he was out of her sight.
“Thank you, Constable. You may go.”
“Ma’am.”
There was no bewilderment at having his tie mangled, no protest at being made to stand still in the Consulate while she pawed him. The man was inhuman. She turned sharply and made for her office. She had work to do. She was a busy woman. She didn’t have time to think about ties. It wasn’t as though she even cared about them. Ridiculous. The Italian ambassador had asked her to have dinner with him this week. Where was his phone number?
She managed not to think about ties for at least ten minutes.