I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair (pg-13)
Title: I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
Prompt: Claudia/Joshua, the original mistletoe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 750
Spoiler Warning: spoilers for the opening of 2x13 "Secret Santa", set pre-episode
Warnings: non-platonic kissing between siblings as the fault of an artifact, incest potential
They arrive at the Warehouse in one piece, no thanks to Claudia's driving on the snowy roads of South Dakota. She leads her brother through the Umbilicus, pulling him along when he falters at the rows of bombs on either side of the corridor.
“You work with anti-matter, Joshua. I work with artifacts that sometimes, I don't even know what they do! We both work with danger, grow up!” The younger Donovan snaps, pushing open the door to Artie's office. They stand there in silence, taking in the file drawers, desk, kitchenette, spiral staircase... there's a lot to decorate and not much time.
Claudia heads toward the computer as she waves a hand at the storage closet. “There should be a box of festive decorations on the bottom shelf. It's covered in dust because of course Artie can't be bothered to decorate.” She grumbles, tapping away at the keyboard. Joshua nods, dragging the cardboard box out into the middle of the room and trying not to cough as the dust leaps off the top.
The box is full of pine boughs, silver tinsel, colored lights and animals with Santa hats. Claudia kneels next to him, helping to pull out the greenery, tossing it aside in favor of the stuffed reindeer with a wreath in its mouth. She waves it in her brother's face. “Look at how cute he is!” Joshua grins as the computer beeps and she jumps up suddenly.
“Found ya! Can't hide forever, not from Claudia!” She cackles at the computer, Joshua staring at her back.
“What have you found, hidden in the depths of this maze that you claim is organized?” Joshua wonders aloud, squeezing her shoulder as he comes to stand beside her.
“Only the original mistletoe, bro!” Claudia twists her face up, beaming at him. “And I won't have you badmouthing the Warehouse.” She adopts a serious expression. “Seriously. This stuff is reactive to a person's energy, so no negativity. Besides,” the girl says excitedly, “we're decorating for Christmas!” At that, she scampers out the door and Joshua watches her dart past the windows and pound down the stairs. He turns back to the tangle of lights with a sigh. He'd better find some hooks to hang them around the window, it looks like.
Claudia returns to the office a short time later as Joshua leans over the railing, stringing the bright tinsel across the iron railing. She holds up a spring of light green from a red ribbon triumphantly, boxing gloves dangling from the other purple-gloved hand.
“I get the mistletoe, but boxing gloves? It's not the 26th yet, Claudia.” He reminds her, making his way down the spiral staircase.
“They're Muhammad Ali's! You see stars without actually being hit!” The younger Donovan bounces excitedly with a grin. She lays them carefully on the table, handing Joshua a pair of purple gloves. “Can you hang this over there?” She indicates the lowest ceiling pipe with a wave of her hand.
Claudia hands the sprigs over to her brother, planning to place the stuffed animals strategically around the room to give her boss some good cheer. She takes a step and is pulled back, Joshua's hand latching onto her wrist then wrapping that arm around her waist once she's close enough.
He leans down, pressing his lips against hers heatedly. There's barely a pause before her brother's tongue is parting her lips, sliding against hers as he pulls her flush against his body. His other hand slides into her hair, but something's poking her head - the mistletoe! Claudia gently covers Joshua's hand with her own, transferring the nefarious plant to her hand and tossing it on the table behind him, not breaking the kiss.
Wow, that stuff is way stronger than she thought, feeling dazed and lightheaded. Her fingers lightly brush against her now swollen lips as Joshua steps back, panting.
“What was-” He looks confusedly at his sister. “That came out of nowhere, and your boss' office probably isn't the best place to try and jump me, Claudia.”
She grins, patting his hand and skirting the table's edge as she makes her way over to the cardboard box. “Don't worry about it. That mistletoe packs a punch.” He nods, picking it up gingerly and reaching up to secure it to the pipe. Claudia watches his shirt ride up and smiles to herself. It had been one hell of a kiss.
Prompt: Claudia/Joshua, the original mistletoe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 750
Spoiler Warning: spoilers for the opening of 2x13 "Secret Santa", set pre-episode
Warnings: non-platonic kissing between siblings as the fault of an artifact, incest potential
They arrive at the Warehouse in one piece, no thanks to Claudia's driving on the snowy roads of South Dakota. She leads her brother through the Umbilicus, pulling him along when he falters at the rows of bombs on either side of the corridor.
“You work with anti-matter, Joshua. I work with artifacts that sometimes, I don't even know what they do! We both work with danger, grow up!” The younger Donovan snaps, pushing open the door to Artie's office. They stand there in silence, taking in the file drawers, desk, kitchenette, spiral staircase... there's a lot to decorate and not much time.
Claudia heads toward the computer as she waves a hand at the storage closet. “There should be a box of festive decorations on the bottom shelf. It's covered in dust because of course Artie can't be bothered to decorate.” She grumbles, tapping away at the keyboard. Joshua nods, dragging the cardboard box out into the middle of the room and trying not to cough as the dust leaps off the top.
The box is full of pine boughs, silver tinsel, colored lights and animals with Santa hats. Claudia kneels next to him, helping to pull out the greenery, tossing it aside in favor of the stuffed reindeer with a wreath in its mouth. She waves it in her brother's face. “Look at how cute he is!” Joshua grins as the computer beeps and she jumps up suddenly.
“Found ya! Can't hide forever, not from Claudia!” She cackles at the computer, Joshua staring at her back.
“What have you found, hidden in the depths of this maze that you claim is organized?” Joshua wonders aloud, squeezing her shoulder as he comes to stand beside her.
“Only the original mistletoe, bro!” Claudia twists her face up, beaming at him. “And I won't have you badmouthing the Warehouse.” She adopts a serious expression. “Seriously. This stuff is reactive to a person's energy, so no negativity. Besides,” the girl says excitedly, “we're decorating for Christmas!” At that, she scampers out the door and Joshua watches her dart past the windows and pound down the stairs. He turns back to the tangle of lights with a sigh. He'd better find some hooks to hang them around the window, it looks like.
Claudia returns to the office a short time later as Joshua leans over the railing, stringing the bright tinsel across the iron railing. She holds up a spring of light green from a red ribbon triumphantly, boxing gloves dangling from the other purple-gloved hand.
“I get the mistletoe, but boxing gloves? It's not the 26th yet, Claudia.” He reminds her, making his way down the spiral staircase.
“They're Muhammad Ali's! You see stars without actually being hit!” The younger Donovan bounces excitedly with a grin. She lays them carefully on the table, handing Joshua a pair of purple gloves. “Can you hang this over there?” She indicates the lowest ceiling pipe with a wave of her hand.
Claudia hands the sprigs over to her brother, planning to place the stuffed animals strategically around the room to give her boss some good cheer. She takes a step and is pulled back, Joshua's hand latching onto her wrist then wrapping that arm around her waist once she's close enough.
He leans down, pressing his lips against hers heatedly. There's barely a pause before her brother's tongue is parting her lips, sliding against hers as he pulls her flush against his body. His other hand slides into her hair, but something's poking her head - the mistletoe! Claudia gently covers Joshua's hand with her own, transferring the nefarious plant to her hand and tossing it on the table behind him, not breaking the kiss.
Wow, that stuff is way stronger than she thought, feeling dazed and lightheaded. Her fingers lightly brush against her now swollen lips as Joshua steps back, panting.
“What was-” He looks confusedly at his sister. “That came out of nowhere, and your boss' office probably isn't the best place to try and jump me, Claudia.”
She grins, patting his hand and skirting the table's edge as she makes her way over to the cardboard box. “Don't worry about it. That mistletoe packs a punch.” He nods, picking it up gingerly and reaching up to secure it to the pipe. Claudia watches his shirt ride up and smiles to herself. It had been one hell of a kiss.