Flashpoint Fic: It Began with a Tie, 30/30 (Sam/Spike, PG-13)
Title: It Began with a Tie, 30/30 - Neutral Territory (last part of this series!)
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike shows Sam a neutral place where they can talk.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, weekend prompt: window.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
It Began with a Tie
Neutral Territory
Looking out the big window of the briefing room, the world outside seemed to be a million miles away. Team three was on patrol and the place was nearly empty.
“Neutral territory, huh?” Sam said, breaking the ice once again.
Spike thought he owned him an explanation about why he’d brought him here. “Yeah. This is like the Sarge’s place. He stays here almost every night to revise the reports. I could never have any kind of romantic thoughts in this room.”
Sam snorted and raised his eyebrows. “Oookay… Are you freaking out again?” He sounded a bit disappointed.
“No,” Spike assured him. “I told you… I don’t know what that was. What we did, what I felt…”
“You really think I do? Well… actually, there’s only one thing I know for sure,” Sam said, staring at his own hands. His eyes were fixed on Spike’s when he whispered, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
In a silly attempt to not blush, Spike chuckled, “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not, and you know it.”
Spike had to admit that Sam was absolutely right. “Out of curiosity, when did you find out you wanted to do it for the first time?” He watched Sam put his hands inside his pockets as he tried to come up with an answer.
“I think it was when you helped me out with that tie. My dad wanted me to wear a suit, remember?”
“I do…” The memories immediately came to Spike’s head. He’d arranged Sam’s tie one morning and since then, everything had changed. “Man, that was one ugly tie.”
“The most horrible tie ever!”
They laughed at Sam’s lack of a fashion sense, but within seconds he was already invading Spike’s personal space again and nothing was funny anymore. He wasn’t touching Spike, he wasn’t pushing him to do anything. He was just asking for permission.
“There’s no one here,” he muttered over Spike’s lips, making him nervous.
“I’d rather to not do it anyway…”
Giving up, Sam retreated and stared at the beautiful city one more time. “Okay, no problem.”
It was now or never. If Spike continued acting like this, he’d never explore whatever he had with Sam. So he was the one to approach him now. He was the one to come closer and hesitate before kissing Sam. But finally, he managed to steal a little kiss from him, one that was good enough for him.
Sam was smiling when they broke apart. “Wasn’t this your neutral territory?”
“It was… until now, I guess,” Spike responded. The kiss had felt surprisingly natural and he felt like he wasn’t carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders anymore. “So… how many times do you think we’re going to do it?”
“Again… and again… As many times as you want,” Sam responded, his warm breath making Spike shiver. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m all in.” This time he went for a deeper kiss… one that Spike was willing and happy to accept and enjoy.
The End.
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike shows Sam a neutral place where they can talk.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, weekend prompt: window.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
It Began with a Tie
Neutral Territory
Looking out the big window of the briefing room, the world outside seemed to be a million miles away. Team three was on patrol and the place was nearly empty.
“Neutral territory, huh?” Sam said, breaking the ice once again.
Spike thought he owned him an explanation about why he’d brought him here. “Yeah. This is like the Sarge’s place. He stays here almost every night to revise the reports. I could never have any kind of romantic thoughts in this room.”
Sam snorted and raised his eyebrows. “Oookay… Are you freaking out again?” He sounded a bit disappointed.
“No,” Spike assured him. “I told you… I don’t know what that was. What we did, what I felt…”
“You really think I do? Well… actually, there’s only one thing I know for sure,” Sam said, staring at his own hands. His eyes were fixed on Spike’s when he whispered, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
In a silly attempt to not blush, Spike chuckled, “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not, and you know it.”
Spike had to admit that Sam was absolutely right. “Out of curiosity, when did you find out you wanted to do it for the first time?” He watched Sam put his hands inside his pockets as he tried to come up with an answer.
“I think it was when you helped me out with that tie. My dad wanted me to wear a suit, remember?”
“I do…” The memories immediately came to Spike’s head. He’d arranged Sam’s tie one morning and since then, everything had changed. “Man, that was one ugly tie.”
“The most horrible tie ever!”
They laughed at Sam’s lack of a fashion sense, but within seconds he was already invading Spike’s personal space again and nothing was funny anymore. He wasn’t touching Spike, he wasn’t pushing him to do anything. He was just asking for permission.
“There’s no one here,” he muttered over Spike’s lips, making him nervous.
“I’d rather to not do it anyway…”
Giving up, Sam retreated and stared at the beautiful city one more time. “Okay, no problem.”
It was now or never. If Spike continued acting like this, he’d never explore whatever he had with Sam. So he was the one to approach him now. He was the one to come closer and hesitate before kissing Sam. But finally, he managed to steal a little kiss from him, one that was good enough for him.
Sam was smiling when they broke apart. “Wasn’t this your neutral territory?”
“It was… until now, I guess,” Spike responded. The kiss had felt surprisingly natural and he felt like he wasn’t carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders anymore. “So… how many times do you think we’re going to do it?”
“Again… and again… As many times as you want,” Sam responded, his warm breath making Spike shiver. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m all in.” This time he went for a deeper kiss… one that Spike was willing and happy to accept and enjoy.
The End.