Washing Walsh (The Unusuals)
Title: Washing Walsh
Fandom: The Unusuals
Characters: Jason Walsh and Casey Shraeger
Prompt: #43 - Unclothed
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Casey walks in on Jason right after a shower
Author's Note: no, Casey isn't really "washing Walsh"... but say that five times fast!
prompt table and disclaimer
Casey knocked on the door of Jason’s apartment. “Walsh,” she called. “Brown needs us at the station.”
She sighed after a moment when he didn’t answer. She slowly reached down to test the doorknob and found it was unlocked. “Moron,” she mumbled, pushing the door open. “Walsh? You home?”
Jason ran out of his bathroom, wearing only a towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist. “Casey, what are you doing here?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “We need to go to the station. Brown called me, there’s a bank heist going on. There’s an officer down.”
“Alright.” He glanced up at the ceiling. “What are you looking at?”
“Your towel… it’s slipping,” she told him, still looking up.
He looked down and quickly pulled his towel higher. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Do me a favor and just put some pants on, ok?”
“Right,” he said, he went into his bedroom, returning after a moment in slacks and a t-shirt, pulling on his dress shirt with a tie in his hand. “Better?”
She looked at him. “Better. Sorry for just walking in like that. You weren’t answering the door.”
He shrugged, buttoning his shirt. “I was in the shower.”
“Yeah, I know… I just… can we just go?”
“Yeah, sure.” He put his tie on, chuckling at how uncomfortable she was. “It’s alright, Casey,” he told her. “It’s not a big deal.”
“You were naked.”
He shrugged again. “So someday I’ll walk in on you naked and we’ll be even.”
Fandom: The Unusuals
Characters: Jason Walsh and Casey Shraeger
Prompt: #43 - Unclothed
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Casey walks in on Jason right after a shower
Author's Note: no, Casey isn't really "washing Walsh"... but say that five times fast!
prompt table and disclaimer
Casey knocked on the door of Jason’s apartment. “Walsh,” she called. “Brown needs us at the station.”
She sighed after a moment when he didn’t answer. She slowly reached down to test the doorknob and found it was unlocked. “Moron,” she mumbled, pushing the door open. “Walsh? You home?”
Jason ran out of his bathroom, wearing only a towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist. “Casey, what are you doing here?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “We need to go to the station. Brown called me, there’s a bank heist going on. There’s an officer down.”
“Alright.” He glanced up at the ceiling. “What are you looking at?”
“Your towel… it’s slipping,” she told him, still looking up.
He looked down and quickly pulled his towel higher. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Do me a favor and just put some pants on, ok?”
“Right,” he said, he went into his bedroom, returning after a moment in slacks and a t-shirt, pulling on his dress shirt with a tie in his hand. “Better?”
She looked at him. “Better. Sorry for just walking in like that. You weren’t answering the door.”
He shrugged, buttoning his shirt. “I was in the shower.”
“Yeah, I know… I just… can we just go?”
“Yeah, sure.” He put his tie on, chuckling at how uncomfortable she was. “It’s alright, Casey,” he told her. “It’s not a big deal.”
“You were naked.”
He shrugged again. “So someday I’ll walk in on you naked and we’ll be even.”