(no subject)
Title: Distraction
Pairing: Charlie/Chris
Word Count: 390
Rating: R
Warning:None - except that it's not betaed. Yikes!
A/N: This is the second of my One Year LJ Anniversary prompt ficlets;
For alloy_, who asked for Charlie/Chris, set in his Midnight Confessions universe. I was a bit nervous about writing another writer's OC in their story, but then I suppose that's what we do to JKR. Besides, that's what the man asked for. Hope you don't hate it. ;P
~^~
The abrasion under his chin stung like hell but he’d be Godric damned before he’d admit it.
It was her fault.
He took his eyes off the Horntail for split second when he saw her walk up to the pen and he paid for the distraction with a vicious cuffing by a wing tip.
Why, why had he done that?
“Charlie - stop,” she said, though still laughing at him. “Just let me mend it.”
“Leave off, Chris,” he snapped, stomping his way up to the tents.
“Don’t be a berk. It’s bleeding."
“Leave off! I can mend my own cuts.” Everyone else knew well enough to leave him alone when he snarled like that, except for her.
Why the hell should she care anyway? She’d inflicted more of his bruises and scars than dragons ever had. Now she wants to mend his cuts?
“Idiot-man, come here,” Chris argued, grabbing him.
Charlie jerked his arm, but she held on. He shoved and she pushed back harder. He turned abruptly, not a wise thing on an uphill slope and he found himself flat out on his arse.
“Bloody fuck, Chris!”
It was only that rock that turned under his foot, he told himself. She did not just get the best of him. He didn’t pull his punch. It was just the simple matter of a rock turning under his foot. That’s all.
But suddenly he had a lap full of Chris, a lap full of woman.
“I just don’t want you getting infected,” she said, wiping away the blood on his wounded chin.
“I’ve got more dragon blood in my veins than my own anyway,” he answered evenly, looking up into her blue eyes and realized that the ‘fight’ had abandoned his voice.
Since when did Chris have these breasts that were pressed against his chest? When did the waist under his hands have curvy hips below?
Since when the hell did that happen in his groin when Chris was on top of him?
“Just let me help. Quit fighting it, Charlie,” she said in a gentle tone that he’d never heard from her before. She had long ago finished cleaning the blood but her fingers were still sliding a long his jaw and her thumb traced slowly over his bottom lip.
He recognized that dark look in a woman’s eyes.
Shite.
~^~
Pairing: Charlie/Chris
Word Count: 390
Rating: R
Warning:None - except that it's not betaed. Yikes!
A/N: This is the second of my One Year LJ Anniversary prompt ficlets;
For alloy_, who asked for Charlie/Chris, set in his Midnight Confessions universe. I was a bit nervous about writing another writer's OC in their story, but then I suppose that's what we do to JKR. Besides, that's what the man asked for. Hope you don't hate it. ;P
~^~
The abrasion under his chin stung like hell but he’d be Godric damned before he’d admit it.
It was her fault.
He took his eyes off the Horntail for split second when he saw her walk up to the pen and he paid for the distraction with a vicious cuffing by a wing tip.
Why, why had he done that?
“Charlie - stop,” she said, though still laughing at him. “Just let me mend it.”
“Leave off, Chris,” he snapped, stomping his way up to the tents.
“Don’t be a berk. It’s bleeding."
“Leave off! I can mend my own cuts.” Everyone else knew well enough to leave him alone when he snarled like that, except for her.
Why the hell should she care anyway? She’d inflicted more of his bruises and scars than dragons ever had. Now she wants to mend his cuts?
“Idiot-man, come here,” Chris argued, grabbing him.
Charlie jerked his arm, but she held on. He shoved and she pushed back harder. He turned abruptly, not a wise thing on an uphill slope and he found himself flat out on his arse.
“Bloody fuck, Chris!”
It was only that rock that turned under his foot, he told himself. She did not just get the best of him. He didn’t pull his punch. It was just the simple matter of a rock turning under his foot. That’s all.
But suddenly he had a lap full of Chris, a lap full of woman.
“I just don’t want you getting infected,” she said, wiping away the blood on his wounded chin.
“I’ve got more dragon blood in my veins than my own anyway,” he answered evenly, looking up into her blue eyes and realized that the ‘fight’ had abandoned his voice.
Since when did Chris have these breasts that were pressed against his chest? When did the waist under his hands have curvy hips below?
Since when the hell did that happen in his groin when Chris was on top of him?
“Just let me help. Quit fighting it, Charlie,” she said in a gentle tone that he’d never heard from her before. She had long ago finished cleaning the blood but her fingers were still sliding a long his jaw and her thumb traced slowly over his bottom lip.
He recognized that dark look in a woman’s eyes.
Shite.
~^~