Original: Fireman on the Line (Rick/Mel) PG-13
Title: Fireman on the Line [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Rick and Mel
Rating: PG-13 *for some racy talk*
Summary: Mel's out of town for work, and can't sleep, so she calls Rick.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... post- After-Effects, by some amount of time *Written for Round 22 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt via kingzgurl: "In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." (shing xiong) *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks.
Originally posted: January 14, 2010
Mel groaned and sighed as her eyes opened. Lifting her head slightly, she tried to shift the pillow and dropped her head again, but that didn't seem to help. Raising her hands in frustration, Mel turned to look at the clock and huffed.
The bed was huge; there were more pillows than she knew what to do with... Emmaline Walker didn't do fancy hotels. But, that was where they'd been put up for the meetings, so there she went. She'd given up watching the Weather Channel, and the book she had for the plane didn't hold her interest. She wasn't going to swim... so that left sleep.
Mel rolled over, flipped on the light and reached for her cell phone. Rick was probably asleep, as it was two hours later at home, but she needed to talk to someone. She also figured he'd be more forgiving than, say, her mother.
"Hey, you," she heard after the second ring. Just the sound of Rick's voice made her feel better.
"Hi," Mel replied quietly.
"How's the hostile takeover?" Rick teased. Mel smiled and played with the edge of the bedsheet.
"Boring." Rick laughed and Mel sighed. "I can't sleep."
"Weather Channel," he replied quickly. Mel rolled her eyes.
"Tried that," she said with a slight huff.
"Hrmm... crack the cover on that book you packed for the flight and never touched," he teased.
"Funny. And it didn't work, either," Mel grumbled as she poked at the sheets again. He really did know her far too well.
"Well, that's not good," Rick replied. "What's wrong?"
"It seems I've become dependant on you," Mel said after a moment of silence. "So it's all your fault," she added with a grin.
"My fault?! I'm two time zones away. Anyway, I'm gone for a week at a time and you get through the night, just fine," he laughed, "so there." Mel smiled and rolled her eyes again.
"Yeah, but, if I start to miss you, I can just break into your apartment. Put on your pajamas, sleep in your bed... use your loofah," she smirked. At that moment, she wanted to be there - in his bed, wearing his shirt and resting her head on his pillow, instead of the thing this hotel passed off as a pillow.
"Not in that order, I hope..." Rick chuckled. "Well, you have a valid point." They shared silence for a moment before Rick continued: "You know what we need to do..." Invent transporters. Skip out on the meeting. Never leave home again. The possibilities were endless.
"What?" Mel asked, closing her eyes.
"Phone sex." Mel snorted and had to cover her mouth as she laughed. If there was one ability Mel doubted, it was being successful at phone sex. She could barely watch it in a movie, which was odd, she realized, because she was rather well-versed in the subject, thanks to a certain fireman on the line.
"Are you gonna wear the hat?" she asked pointedly. Her mind had conjured up some pretty wild images of Rick in his gear, and then out of it. It really was a shame he couldn't bring the gear home - she wanted to meet him at the door one night, wearing nothing but his jacket.
"I told you the hat can't leave the station," Rick sighed. Which was unfortunate, because he'd had some pretty vivid images of her wearing nothing more than his jacket.
"Too bad," Mel teased, "because I think that could be really interesting. Maybe I'll find you a plastic fireman hat," she added with a wide grin. Rick snorted as that image worked into his mind and he had to shake his head. She was making the separation very difficult for him.
"We would need to find a pole for you to slide down." Mel had to turn into the pillow to stifle her laughter. "You're blushing," she heard Rick say. He knew her far too well.
"Have you met me? I'd end up breaking something," she warned.
"But then we could play paramedic," he said hopefully and laughed. "I'm kidding," Rick added.
After a few seconds of silence, on both ends, Mel said: "I love you." Which translated into: 'I miss you. I want to be there, not here.'
"I love you, too."
"Just not enough to sneak your hat out of the station," she egged him on, trying to pick the conversation up from the dire tones.
"Yeah, yeah. Y'know, we should go somewhere," Rick suggested. "Plan for some adventure-filled weekend, then blow it off so we can spend the whole time locked up in a hotel room." That sounded rather heavenly, she thought.
"I like the sound of that," Mel whispered. "I'll tell ya, if I didn't have to go this stupid follow-up meeting tomorrow, I'd go straight to the airport and get on an earlier flight. Be back home before Jeopardy."
"You aren't gonna to take the rest of the time and see the sights?" Rick asked. "You've got yourself a mini-vacation!" Mel grumbled and smiled into her pillow. A second later, she heard a knocking sound.
“Oh, you've got to be kidding,” she groaned.
"What?" Rick asked. "Neighbors gettin' busy?" That would be just what she needed...
"No, someone's knocking."
"On your door?" Mel gave another look at the clock and thought some unkind words toward the hallway.
"I think so. Think they'll go away if I ignore it?" she asked him.
"What time is it?" Rick asked.
"Eleven-thirty," Mel replied. There was another knock. "Seriously?" she asked the empty room.
"Maybe it's the manager, there to kick you out for having the stereo too high," Rick offered with a laugh as Mel pushed the covers back and climbed out of bed. She shuffled to the door and looked out the peephole. All she could see was a bouquet of flowers.
"Flowers?" she asked, making a face.
"You have flowers? Who sent you flowers?" Rick asked, interested in the new development. Mel shook her head.
"Maybe they've got the wrong room. Who delivers flowers at eleven-thirty?" she asked, skeptically.
"All-night florists?" Rick offered. 'Oh, he didn't,' she thought. But, even if he had, Rick never would have had the flowers delivered so late. But, still...
"Rick?" she asked a moment later.
"Mel," he replied.
Mel closed her eyes and leaned against the door. "Tell me you didn't."
"I didn't," Rick assured her. "But I'm curious as to what you've been doing out there if you're getting flowers at this hour." Mel huffed. "You gonna make the poor schmuck stand there all night, babe?"
"No," Mel grumbled and reached for the chain. "You really didn't send me flowers?" she asked him.
"I really didn't," Rick told her. Mel breathed out and opened the door, and found Rick standing in front of her, holding a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and closing his cell phone with the other. "But, I did bring you flowers," he told her as her eyes went wide. Mel's hand - and her phone - dropped to her side as she stared at Rick. "Hi," he said, tentatively, and, after putting his phone into his pocket, Rick moved the flowers to one side and he stepped closer.
Reaching up with her free hand, Mel rested her palm on his cheek - she had to know if she was seeing things - and, when she felt the warmth of his skin, Mel leaned forward to press her forehead to his. Turning her head, she was able to catch Rick's lips in a light kiss and his arm went around her waist, pulling her closer.
"You really are somethin' else," she whispered. Rick smiled and passed the flowers to Mel before turning her around and giving her a shove.
"Let's see this bed that you can't sleep in," he suggested, stopping just before the doorway to pick up his duffel bag. As he moved into the hotel room, Rick's arm reached back into the hallway, in order to hang the Do Not Disturb sigh on the door handle, and the door closed with a click.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Rick and Mel
Rating: PG-13 *for some racy talk*
Summary: Mel's out of town for work, and can't sleep, so she calls Rick.
Warning: Any drooling brought on by a certain fireman being awesome is expected... post- After-Effects, by some amount of time *Written for Round 22 of prompt_in_a_box. Prompt via kingzgurl: "In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." (shing xiong) *for luxuria_oceanus. BECAUSE.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations all come from characteraday, with thanks.
Originally posted: January 14, 2010
Mel groaned and sighed as her eyes opened. Lifting her head slightly, she tried to shift the pillow and dropped her head again, but that didn't seem to help. Raising her hands in frustration, Mel turned to look at the clock and huffed.
The bed was huge; there were more pillows than she knew what to do with... Emmaline Walker didn't do fancy hotels. But, that was where they'd been put up for the meetings, so there she went. She'd given up watching the Weather Channel, and the book she had for the plane didn't hold her interest. She wasn't going to swim... so that left sleep.
Mel rolled over, flipped on the light and reached for her cell phone. Rick was probably asleep, as it was two hours later at home, but she needed to talk to someone. She also figured he'd be more forgiving than, say, her mother.
"Hey, you," she heard after the second ring. Just the sound of Rick's voice made her feel better.
"Hi," Mel replied quietly.
"How's the hostile takeover?" Rick teased. Mel smiled and played with the edge of the bedsheet.
"Boring." Rick laughed and Mel sighed. "I can't sleep."
"Weather Channel," he replied quickly. Mel rolled her eyes.
"Tried that," she said with a slight huff.
"Hrmm... crack the cover on that book you packed for the flight and never touched," he teased.
"Funny. And it didn't work, either," Mel grumbled as she poked at the sheets again. He really did know her far too well.
"Well, that's not good," Rick replied. "What's wrong?"
"It seems I've become dependant on you," Mel said after a moment of silence. "So it's all your fault," she added with a grin.
"My fault?! I'm two time zones away. Anyway, I'm gone for a week at a time and you get through the night, just fine," he laughed, "so there." Mel smiled and rolled her eyes again.
"Yeah, but, if I start to miss you, I can just break into your apartment. Put on your pajamas, sleep in your bed... use your loofah," she smirked. At that moment, she wanted to be there - in his bed, wearing his shirt and resting her head on his pillow, instead of the thing this hotel passed off as a pillow.
"Not in that order, I hope..." Rick chuckled. "Well, you have a valid point." They shared silence for a moment before Rick continued: "You know what we need to do..." Invent transporters. Skip out on the meeting. Never leave home again. The possibilities were endless.
"What?" Mel asked, closing her eyes.
"Phone sex." Mel snorted and had to cover her mouth as she laughed. If there was one ability Mel doubted, it was being successful at phone sex. She could barely watch it in a movie, which was odd, she realized, because she was rather well-versed in the subject, thanks to a certain fireman on the line.
"Are you gonna wear the hat?" she asked pointedly. Her mind had conjured up some pretty wild images of Rick in his gear, and then out of it. It really was a shame he couldn't bring the gear home - she wanted to meet him at the door one night, wearing nothing but his jacket.
"I told you the hat can't leave the station," Rick sighed. Which was unfortunate, because he'd had some pretty vivid images of her wearing nothing more than his jacket.
"Too bad," Mel teased, "because I think that could be really interesting. Maybe I'll find you a plastic fireman hat," she added with a wide grin. Rick snorted as that image worked into his mind and he had to shake his head. She was making the separation very difficult for him.
"We would need to find a pole for you to slide down." Mel had to turn into the pillow to stifle her laughter. "You're blushing," she heard Rick say. He knew her far too well.
"Have you met me? I'd end up breaking something," she warned.
"But then we could play paramedic," he said hopefully and laughed. "I'm kidding," Rick added.
After a few seconds of silence, on both ends, Mel said: "I love you." Which translated into: 'I miss you. I want to be there, not here.'
"I love you, too."
"Just not enough to sneak your hat out of the station," she egged him on, trying to pick the conversation up from the dire tones.
"Yeah, yeah. Y'know, we should go somewhere," Rick suggested. "Plan for some adventure-filled weekend, then blow it off so we can spend the whole time locked up in a hotel room." That sounded rather heavenly, she thought.
"I like the sound of that," Mel whispered. "I'll tell ya, if I didn't have to go this stupid follow-up meeting tomorrow, I'd go straight to the airport and get on an earlier flight. Be back home before Jeopardy."
"You aren't gonna to take the rest of the time and see the sights?" Rick asked. "You've got yourself a mini-vacation!" Mel grumbled and smiled into her pillow. A second later, she heard a knocking sound.
“Oh, you've got to be kidding,” she groaned.
"What?" Rick asked. "Neighbors gettin' busy?" That would be just what she needed...
"No, someone's knocking."
"On your door?" Mel gave another look at the clock and thought some unkind words toward the hallway.
"I think so. Think they'll go away if I ignore it?" she asked him.
"What time is it?" Rick asked.
"Eleven-thirty," Mel replied. There was another knock. "Seriously?" she asked the empty room.
"Maybe it's the manager, there to kick you out for having the stereo too high," Rick offered with a laugh as Mel pushed the covers back and climbed out of bed. She shuffled to the door and looked out the peephole. All she could see was a bouquet of flowers.
"Flowers?" she asked, making a face.
"You have flowers? Who sent you flowers?" Rick asked, interested in the new development. Mel shook her head.
"Maybe they've got the wrong room. Who delivers flowers at eleven-thirty?" she asked, skeptically.
"All-night florists?" Rick offered. 'Oh, he didn't,' she thought. But, even if he had, Rick never would have had the flowers delivered so late. But, still...
"Rick?" she asked a moment later.
"Mel," he replied.
Mel closed her eyes and leaned against the door. "Tell me you didn't."
"I didn't," Rick assured her. "But I'm curious as to what you've been doing out there if you're getting flowers at this hour." Mel huffed. "You gonna make the poor schmuck stand there all night, babe?"
"No," Mel grumbled and reached for the chain. "You really didn't send me flowers?" she asked him.
"I really didn't," Rick told her. Mel breathed out and opened the door, and found Rick standing in front of her, holding a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and closing his cell phone with the other. "But, I did bring you flowers," he told her as her eyes went wide. Mel's hand - and her phone - dropped to her side as she stared at Rick. "Hi," he said, tentatively, and, after putting his phone into his pocket, Rick moved the flowers to one side and he stepped closer.
Reaching up with her free hand, Mel rested her palm on his cheek - she had to know if she was seeing things - and, when she felt the warmth of his skin, Mel leaned forward to press her forehead to his. Turning her head, she was able to catch Rick's lips in a light kiss and his arm went around her waist, pulling her closer.
"You really are somethin' else," she whispered. Rick smiled and passed the flowers to Mel before turning her around and giving her a shove.
"Let's see this bed that you can't sleep in," he suggested, stopping just before the doorway to pick up his duffel bag. As he moved into the hotel room, Rick's arm reached back into the hallway, in order to hang the Do Not Disturb sigh on the door handle, and the door closed with a click.