Are They, Or Aren't They?
Author: emocezi
Title: Are They, Or Aren't They?
Rating: R
Wordcount: 373
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Talking with shanachie_quill about Aisha being nosy. This is what happened. Damn, I'm on a roll with fic lately. :D
Aisha hadn't thought anything of it before when they were renting crappy rooms in crappy motels, or crammed into a two bedroom safe house where people slept on whatever flat surface they could find. But now, in a five bedroom, three bathroom house in Mississippi that sprawled over the land like a drunk sleeping it off in the heat, there was no excuse.
“Are they fucking?” Clay choked on his coffee, nearly snorting it out his nose before he managed to swallow.
“What? Who?”
“Cougar and Jensen. Are they fucking?”
“Why would you even ask that?” Clay's eyes darted wildly, looking for an escape from a conversation he really didn't want to be having.
“They're sharing a room.”
“They always share a room.”
“This time is different and you fucking know it. Answer the damn question.”
“What, Pooch, you need to me do...something. Sure I'll be right there.” Clay yelled at nothing and darted around Aisha who glared at him. She pursued her lips and crossed her arms, eyebrow raising when Jensen was herded into the kitchen by Cougar who pushed him into a chair. The hacker looked exhausted, yawning hugely and accepting the glass of milk Cougar all but shoved into his hand.
“Are you fucking?” She demanded and Jensen blinked up at her.
“With who?”
“Him you moron.” She pointed at Cougar who was routing around in the fridge for something to eat. Jensen shrugged and finished his milk, tapping a finger against the empty glass. “Are. You. Fucking?”
“Does it matter?” Jensen asked and Aisha seethed at not getting an honest answer out of the hacker. “Will it unlock some magical secret in your life you didn't know about before?”
“Answer the fucking question Jensen.” Aisha snarled and Jensen rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Like Bonobo's.” At Aisha's blank stare Jensen huffed. “They're monkeys with very high sex drives.”
“Oh.”
“Anything happen? Did you see the face of Allah?”
“Shut up.” Aisha glared at the smirk Cougar threw her and stomped out of the kitchen to go hunt down Clay for being such a man when it came to talking about sex.
Title: Are They, Or Aren't They?
Rating: R
Wordcount: 373
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Talking with shanachie_quill about Aisha being nosy. This is what happened. Damn, I'm on a roll with fic lately. :D
Aisha hadn't thought anything of it before when they were renting crappy rooms in crappy motels, or crammed into a two bedroom safe house where people slept on whatever flat surface they could find. But now, in a five bedroom, three bathroom house in Mississippi that sprawled over the land like a drunk sleeping it off in the heat, there was no excuse.
“Are they fucking?” Clay choked on his coffee, nearly snorting it out his nose before he managed to swallow.
“What? Who?”
“Cougar and Jensen. Are they fucking?”
“Why would you even ask that?” Clay's eyes darted wildly, looking for an escape from a conversation he really didn't want to be having.
“They're sharing a room.”
“They always share a room.”
“This time is different and you fucking know it. Answer the damn question.”
“What, Pooch, you need to me do...something. Sure I'll be right there.” Clay yelled at nothing and darted around Aisha who glared at him. She pursued her lips and crossed her arms, eyebrow raising when Jensen was herded into the kitchen by Cougar who pushed him into a chair. The hacker looked exhausted, yawning hugely and accepting the glass of milk Cougar all but shoved into his hand.
“Are you fucking?” She demanded and Jensen blinked up at her.
“With who?”
“Him you moron.” She pointed at Cougar who was routing around in the fridge for something to eat. Jensen shrugged and finished his milk, tapping a finger against the empty glass. “Are. You. Fucking?”
“Does it matter?” Jensen asked and Aisha seethed at not getting an honest answer out of the hacker. “Will it unlock some magical secret in your life you didn't know about before?”
“Answer the fucking question Jensen.” Aisha snarled and Jensen rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Like Bonobo's.” At Aisha's blank stare Jensen huffed. “They're monkeys with very high sex drives.”
“Oh.”
“Anything happen? Did you see the face of Allah?”
“Shut up.” Aisha glared at the smirk Cougar threw her and stomped out of the kitchen to go hunt down Clay for being such a man when it came to talking about sex.