Vampire Strength - Being Human - George/Mitchell
Title: Vampire Strength
Characters: George, Mitchell
Word Count: 150
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Mitchell has to open jars for George.
Mitchell is watching him.
Watching and smirking.
George looks down at the jar, straining to open it. His hand is hurting from the effort. Gritting his teeth, he tries again. At this point it would probably be easier to smash the stupid thing.
"D'you want some help?" Mitchell asks. Still watching. Still smirking.
"I'm fine," George answers with a grunt of effort. "Just fine."
Mitchell ignores his answer and crosses the room fluidly, plucking the jar from George's hands. With no strain at all, he loosens the lid then hands it back: the smirk hasn't faded at all.
"You have vampire-strength," George complains. "That isn't fair."
Mitchell walks back to the kitchen table and sits down with his newspaper. "You're welcome, George," he says affectionately, though George hasn't said thank you yet - and has no intention of doing so until he's had a chance to nurse his wounded pride.
Characters: George, Mitchell
Word Count: 150
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Mitchell has to open jars for George.
Mitchell is watching him.
Watching and smirking.
George looks down at the jar, straining to open it. His hand is hurting from the effort. Gritting his teeth, he tries again. At this point it would probably be easier to smash the stupid thing.
"D'you want some help?" Mitchell asks. Still watching. Still smirking.
"I'm fine," George answers with a grunt of effort. "Just fine."
Mitchell ignores his answer and crosses the room fluidly, plucking the jar from George's hands. With no strain at all, he loosens the lid then hands it back: the smirk hasn't faded at all.
"You have vampire-strength," George complains. "That isn't fair."
Mitchell walks back to the kitchen table and sits down with his newspaper. "You're welcome, George," he says affectionately, though George hasn't said thank you yet - and has no intention of doing so until he's had a chance to nurse his wounded pride.