Myka/H.G.: Awfully Uncomfortable 1.5
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: H.G./Myka
Title: Awfully Uncomfortable 1.5
Chapter: Epilogue (to this one-shot)
Rating: PG
Word Count: Drabble (200+)
Spoilers: None, 'cept for the existance of H.G., Myka, Pete, and Claudia. *grin*
Disclaimer: Don't own Warehouse 13 nor the characters within.
Summary: Short epilogue scene that came to me.
A/N: Has no redeeming value at all, really. :D
In the room next door, Claudia blanched when another muffled moan filtered through the wall. “Damn,” she muttered, throwing her cards down after Pete’s Two Pair beat her One Pair, “I’d heard that some amount of jealousy is good for a relationship, but this seems…” She searched for a word. “Excessive.”
Pete, staring intently at the deck of cards he was shuffling, could only nod. Suddenly, his phone beeped, and he jumped up. “Oh thank god,” he exclaimed, “That’s Kelly. I’ll, uh, take this outside.” Another moan came through. “Yeah. Outside.”
Now left alone in her and Pete’s hotel room, Claudia stared at the door he’d slammed behind him. “Great…” she muttered, “Now what? No this is not awkward at all.” Standing up and rotating on her heel, she almost lunged at her bed with the broken television remote control that she’d gotten distracted from fixing earlier when Pete had thrown a pack of poker chips at her, scooping it up with the intent of getting it to work right away because seriously? There was only so much she could deal with being an earwitness to her friend’s sex life.
What was unmistakably H.G. groaning Myka’s name made her speed up even more.
Didn't matter if your friend’s partner had a sexy English accent or not - only so much.