*quietly ships brain off to Kudos*
more LoM fic. greatly inspired by lozenger8's "The Number You Have Dialled Has Crashed Into A Planet." it came out much differently to how i'd envisioned it, as it kind of took over and wrote itself. many thanks to Loz for inspiration + encouragement. :)
What had originally drawn Sam to Maya wasn't how competently she did her job. Nor was it the way in which she combined gut emotions with procedure so skillfully when analysing things, whether they be personal or work-related. It wasn't even the fact she was gorgeous, although of course that was nice as well. No, the first thing to pull him towards her had been a certain shared love they both held. Good to have things in common, innit? he heard her voice say in his mind. Yes, yes it was.
Sam remembered very vividly when he'd first phoned her up. He couldn't tell you a thing about the conversation they had, because he was so awestruck he wasn't paying much attention while it was happening. Maya did have a sexy voice, but it wouldn't have come through sounding so very much like she was standing right there were it not for his sleek blue Motorola V3. Fact of it was, it helped she had one too. Sometimes, you could just tell you were going to get on with someone.
Most nights in recent time, they'd eventually end up back at his place, companionably cooking in his incredibly modern kitchen. He'd been eying up a convection oven lately but wasn't sure he could justify the expense to himself just yet, and was therefore trying to cook as many oven-based recipes as possible in order to talk himself into it. Maya didn't know about this, and for now it was probably best kept his little secret. He was sure she'd be just as pleased as he about it the first time she set foot in his kitchen and saw its gleaming loveliness. Well, nearly.
Last night, they'd had roasted duck and mango chutney with wild rice and a small mixed salad on the side. "Pity you can't truss criminals that way," Maya smiled down at the roasting pan he'd pulled out of the oven. "Would make things easier, wouldn't it?" Sensing she was joking, he went along. They hadn't been having the easiest time of it lately, so he was taking what he could and trying not to push buttons out of turn. Not like he had often done while under the stress of work, anyway.
Afterward, they usually ended up in front of the smallish (for his tastes) wall-mounted plasma TV, watching any number of DVDs on his handsomely built progressive scan DVD player. With surround sound. Fact was, it didn't matter so much what they watched; everything looked and sounded lovely when presented in such a fashion. He loved the fact he could share this joy with someone, and that's where Maya came in. At the beginning, there'd been passionate, uninhibited sex---well, as uninhibited as Sam could get, anyway. More recently, they'd simply fall asleep in each others' arms, dreaming of what the future would hold. Maya felt this was a problem, and she was at least partially right, but he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it. Unlike his professional life, there wasn't a set guidebook to tell him exactly what investigative procedures he needed to follow to find the root of the problem, so he set it aside. It was on his list of things to do in his V3. He'd get to it just as soon as he finished...laundry. Laundry was top of the list, after all, and he had to go in order, otherwise what was the point?
Lately, although he hadn't shared this with anyone, he'd been dreaming of a Motorola V3iM. Dark, sensual, bloodred it would be, and it would do loads of things his current phone couldn't. It hooked up to iTunes, had expandable memory, and was even sleeker and sexier than his blue V3. So sexy it made him shudder inwardly just thinking of it. While all other modern conveniences were great and certainly worth having, fact was his mobile was top of the list in his heart. It could, after all, multitask like almost nothing else. He'd had a brief affair with his Palm Pilot Tungsten T3 some time ago, but he'd come to his senses soon after. Sure, the Palm Treo series could offer him their approximation of a mobile, and he'd gone to a shop to try one out, but it wasn't anything like the same. It felt clunky in his hand, for one thing, and who wants a mobile like that?
******
When he woke, the truth of his current situation made him shut his eyes tight, trying desperately to crawl back into his dreams. It didn't work, however. The digital era was still ages away, and he was due to report to the analogue devil at half eight. Sighing and sure he was going through withdrawals, he pulled on his flares, did the zippers on his boots, straightened the points on his collar, and picked his leather jacket off the hook by the door. It still had the small, useless whistle in the right pocket, which he occasionally found himself stroking when he was uneasy; he told himself it was because it felt like a full-sized headphone plug. Almost, if he didn't look at it, anyway.
[ETA: now using proper shiny new OTP icon created by the fantabulous lozenger8 XD BEST OTP EVAR.]
What had originally drawn Sam to Maya wasn't how competently she did her job. Nor was it the way in which she combined gut emotions with procedure so skillfully when analysing things, whether they be personal or work-related. It wasn't even the fact she was gorgeous, although of course that was nice as well. No, the first thing to pull him towards her had been a certain shared love they both held. Good to have things in common, innit? he heard her voice say in his mind. Yes, yes it was.
Sam remembered very vividly when he'd first phoned her up. He couldn't tell you a thing about the conversation they had, because he was so awestruck he wasn't paying much attention while it was happening. Maya did have a sexy voice, but it wouldn't have come through sounding so very much like she was standing right there were it not for his sleek blue Motorola V3. Fact of it was, it helped she had one too. Sometimes, you could just tell you were going to get on with someone.
Most nights in recent time, they'd eventually end up back at his place, companionably cooking in his incredibly modern kitchen. He'd been eying up a convection oven lately but wasn't sure he could justify the expense to himself just yet, and was therefore trying to cook as many oven-based recipes as possible in order to talk himself into it. Maya didn't know about this, and for now it was probably best kept his little secret. He was sure she'd be just as pleased as he about it the first time she set foot in his kitchen and saw its gleaming loveliness. Well, nearly.
Last night, they'd had roasted duck and mango chutney with wild rice and a small mixed salad on the side. "Pity you can't truss criminals that way," Maya smiled down at the roasting pan he'd pulled out of the oven. "Would make things easier, wouldn't it?" Sensing she was joking, he went along. They hadn't been having the easiest time of it lately, so he was taking what he could and trying not to push buttons out of turn. Not like he had often done while under the stress of work, anyway.
Afterward, they usually ended up in front of the smallish (for his tastes) wall-mounted plasma TV, watching any number of DVDs on his handsomely built progressive scan DVD player. With surround sound. Fact was, it didn't matter so much what they watched; everything looked and sounded lovely when presented in such a fashion. He loved the fact he could share this joy with someone, and that's where Maya came in. At the beginning, there'd been passionate, uninhibited sex---well, as uninhibited as Sam could get, anyway. More recently, they'd simply fall asleep in each others' arms, dreaming of what the future would hold. Maya felt this was a problem, and she was at least partially right, but he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it. Unlike his professional life, there wasn't a set guidebook to tell him exactly what investigative procedures he needed to follow to find the root of the problem, so he set it aside. It was on his list of things to do in his V3. He'd get to it just as soon as he finished...laundry. Laundry was top of the list, after all, and he had to go in order, otherwise what was the point?
Lately, although he hadn't shared this with anyone, he'd been dreaming of a Motorola V3iM. Dark, sensual, bloodred it would be, and it would do loads of things his current phone couldn't. It hooked up to iTunes, had expandable memory, and was even sleeker and sexier than his blue V3. So sexy it made him shudder inwardly just thinking of it. While all other modern conveniences were great and certainly worth having, fact was his mobile was top of the list in his heart. It could, after all, multitask like almost nothing else. He'd had a brief affair with his Palm Pilot Tungsten T3 some time ago, but he'd come to his senses soon after. Sure, the Palm Treo series could offer him their approximation of a mobile, and he'd gone to a shop to try one out, but it wasn't anything like the same. It felt clunky in his hand, for one thing, and who wants a mobile like that?
******
When he woke, the truth of his current situation made him shut his eyes tight, trying desperately to crawl back into his dreams. It didn't work, however. The digital era was still ages away, and he was due to report to the analogue devil at half eight. Sighing and sure he was going through withdrawals, he pulled on his flares, did the zippers on his boots, straightened the points on his collar, and picked his leather jacket off the hook by the door. It still had the small, useless whistle in the right pocket, which he occasionally found himself stroking when he was uneasy; he told himself it was because it felt like a full-sized headphone plug. Almost, if he didn't look at it, anyway.
[ETA: now using proper shiny new OTP icon created by the fantabulous lozenger8 XD BEST OTP EVAR.]