CSI:NY fic: To Walk a Different Path [1/2] (Lindsay/Flack, PG)
Title: To Walk a Different Path (1/2)
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Lindsay/Flack (UST)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Word count: 1505 total, 833 this part
sacred_20 prompt: #15. Temptation. Prompt table
Summary: He had forgotten about the mistletoe.
Author's notes: This idea just would not let go until I wrote it. I know the parts are short, but it works best split up. I'll post the second part tomorrow. Many thanks to astrum_presul and spacefiend for their encouragement! Also, yay for starting on my sacred_20 claim. :)
The frigid night air hit Don like a slap in the face as he exited the restaurant. "It's cold out here!"
In front of him, Mac chuckled, his breath plumming in the air. "It's December, Don. You're expecting something else?"
"It's December? Here I thought we were celebrating Christmas in July." He grinned as he held the door for Stella and Lindsay.
"I wish," Stella muttered with a half-smile, huddling deeper in her jacket.
Even Lindsay shivered when she got outside. Her hands went to her neck. "Crap, I forgot my scarf." She smiled apologetically at the rest of them. "You guys go ahead. I'm going to catch a cab, anyway."
Don lifted a shoulder. "I'll wait with you."
She gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks."
"Alright." Mac shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded to them. "Good night."
"Good night. Merry Christmas," Lindsay added.
"Merry Christmas!"
Stella and Mac headed down the sidewalk while Don followed Lindsay back into the restaurant. They'd closed the place down -- there were still a couple people sweeping up and wiping down tables, but otherwise it was empty. They went back to the room the team had reserved for their holiday party. Don propped a shoulder against the archway into the room, watching Lindsay search for her missing scarf.
She crouched, reaching under the table. "Got it!" She came up triumphant, black knit scarf in her hands.
Don grinned. "Didn't think you Montana people needed things like scarves and gloves."
"Just because we're used to the cold doesn't mean we don't bundle up for it," she informed him archly, draping the scarf around her neck. "If we didn't, none of us would have survived for long."
"True. You ready to go?"
She headed back over to him, tucking the ends of her scarf into her coat. "Sure." Her glance strayed upwards and she paused. "Except..."
He looked up and laughed. He could practically feel his ears turn red. "I completely forgot that was there."
"Really." She gave him an amused, unbelieving look.
"I swear." He had forgotten about the mistletoe. Somehow. Never mind that several people had been caught under it earlier that night.
"Right." She grinned and stepped closer to him. "Come on."
She raised up on her toes, one hand on his chest. He lowered his head to meet her, intending on a quick peck on the mouth. Except that when their lips met... he didn't pull away.
Neither did she.
After a breathless moment he actually moved closer, cupping her cheek with one hand and covering her mouth more firmly with his. His heart thundered in his chest when he realized she wasn't going to pull away. That she was actually kissing him back. He felt her fingers knot in his shirt. Her lips moved softly against his and he wondered in a really distracted way if they would part for him.
So he tried and God help him, they did. The tip of her tongue brushed his for a sweet, heady moment before she withdrew.
Their mouths brushed for one more soft kiss, brushed again as he took a breath -- and just like that, reality rushed in, hitting him upside the head like a two-by-four.
He backed off rapidly, blinking at Lindsay. She looked as shocked as he felt. He swallowed hard and looked away, staring at the door until he had his composure back.
He heard Lindsay suck in a breath. "We should -- I should -- go." She met his eyes, barely, when he glanced back at her.
He nodded and gestured for her to precede him. He didn't say a word as they stepped out into the cold. Didn't say a word as she hailed a cab, either, just stood back with his hands shoved in his pockets.
A cab pulled up and she went to it. She hesitated, glancing back at him when she opened the cab door. "Good night." The words, and her expression, were uncertain.
He knew his own was much the same. "Night."
She hesitated for just a moment more. Then she slid into the cab and they were gone.
Don let out an explosive breath, watching it plume in the air. He started down the sidewalk, huddled in his coat, torn between avoiding thinking about what had just happened and dwelling on it.
A fragment of The Lord's Prayer wandered into his thoughts: Lead me not into temptation... He choked back a laugh, shaking his head. "A little late for that," he muttered aloud. If temptation was a place he could be led to, he'd just done a little dance in the middle of it.
The question was, what would he do about it?
He scowled. "Nothing."
"You talkin' to yourself, man," a bum lounging in the mouth of an alley helpfully pointed out. "You crazy?"
Don shot the man a half-hearted glare. "I might be." He walked on, shaking his head. "I might be," he muttered again, and headed for home.
Part 2
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Lindsay/Flack (UST)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Word count: 1505 total, 833 this part
sacred_20 prompt: #15. Temptation. Prompt table
Summary: He had forgotten about the mistletoe.
Author's notes: This idea just would not let go until I wrote it. I know the parts are short, but it works best split up. I'll post the second part tomorrow. Many thanks to astrum_presul and spacefiend for their encouragement! Also, yay for starting on my sacred_20 claim. :)
The frigid night air hit Don like a slap in the face as he exited the restaurant. "It's cold out here!"
In front of him, Mac chuckled, his breath plumming in the air. "It's December, Don. You're expecting something else?"
"It's December? Here I thought we were celebrating Christmas in July." He grinned as he held the door for Stella and Lindsay.
"I wish," Stella muttered with a half-smile, huddling deeper in her jacket.
Even Lindsay shivered when she got outside. Her hands went to her neck. "Crap, I forgot my scarf." She smiled apologetically at the rest of them. "You guys go ahead. I'm going to catch a cab, anyway."
Don lifted a shoulder. "I'll wait with you."
She gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks."
"Alright." Mac shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded to them. "Good night."
"Good night. Merry Christmas," Lindsay added.
"Merry Christmas!"
Stella and Mac headed down the sidewalk while Don followed Lindsay back into the restaurant. They'd closed the place down -- there were still a couple people sweeping up and wiping down tables, but otherwise it was empty. They went back to the room the team had reserved for their holiday party. Don propped a shoulder against the archway into the room, watching Lindsay search for her missing scarf.
She crouched, reaching under the table. "Got it!" She came up triumphant, black knit scarf in her hands.
Don grinned. "Didn't think you Montana people needed things like scarves and gloves."
"Just because we're used to the cold doesn't mean we don't bundle up for it," she informed him archly, draping the scarf around her neck. "If we didn't, none of us would have survived for long."
"True. You ready to go?"
She headed back over to him, tucking the ends of her scarf into her coat. "Sure." Her glance strayed upwards and she paused. "Except..."
He looked up and laughed. He could practically feel his ears turn red. "I completely forgot that was there."
"Really." She gave him an amused, unbelieving look.
"I swear." He had forgotten about the mistletoe. Somehow. Never mind that several people had been caught under it earlier that night.
"Right." She grinned and stepped closer to him. "Come on."
She raised up on her toes, one hand on his chest. He lowered his head to meet her, intending on a quick peck on the mouth. Except that when their lips met... he didn't pull away.
Neither did she.
After a breathless moment he actually moved closer, cupping her cheek with one hand and covering her mouth more firmly with his. His heart thundered in his chest when he realized she wasn't going to pull away. That she was actually kissing him back. He felt her fingers knot in his shirt. Her lips moved softly against his and he wondered in a really distracted way if they would part for him.
So he tried and God help him, they did. The tip of her tongue brushed his for a sweet, heady moment before she withdrew.
Their mouths brushed for one more soft kiss, brushed again as he took a breath -- and just like that, reality rushed in, hitting him upside the head like a two-by-four.
He backed off rapidly, blinking at Lindsay. She looked as shocked as he felt. He swallowed hard and looked away, staring at the door until he had his composure back.
He heard Lindsay suck in a breath. "We should -- I should -- go." She met his eyes, barely, when he glanced back at her.
He nodded and gestured for her to precede him. He didn't say a word as they stepped out into the cold. Didn't say a word as she hailed a cab, either, just stood back with his hands shoved in his pockets.
A cab pulled up and she went to it. She hesitated, glancing back at him when she opened the cab door. "Good night." The words, and her expression, were uncertain.
He knew his own was much the same. "Night."
She hesitated for just a moment more. Then she slid into the cab and they were gone.
Don let out an explosive breath, watching it plume in the air. He started down the sidewalk, huddled in his coat, torn between avoiding thinking about what had just happened and dwelling on it.
A fragment of The Lord's Prayer wandered into his thoughts: Lead me not into temptation... He choked back a laugh, shaking his head. "A little late for that," he muttered aloud. If temptation was a place he could be led to, he'd just done a little dance in the middle of it.
The question was, what would he do about it?
He scowled. "Nothing."
"You talkin' to yourself, man," a bum lounging in the mouth of an alley helpfully pointed out. "You crazy?"
Don shot the man a half-hearted glare. "I might be." He walked on, shaking his head. "I might be," he muttered again, and headed for home.
Part 2