Fic: Overheated
Title: Overheated
Author: Rinny
Characters: Danny, Mel, Rebecca
Word Count: 588
Prompt: Danny, Mel, "moving"
Notes: Feels like ages since I wrote anything. This little ditty is thanks to
aliaspiral who wanted entertainment. *blows kisses* Clearly we both still have moving on the brain. And you have her to thank for the last two lines.
Rebecca came down the carpeted stairs, pushing back strands of hair that insisted on escape from her ponytail. Squelching a yawn, she side stepped the boxes that lined the the hallway.
Faintly, she could hear the sound of the radio plugged into the kitchen wall, playing some horrendous American Idol song. She blocked it out, stopping in the kitchen to pour herself a glass of lemonade. The tall pitcher was the only thing, as of yet, in Mel's refrigerator.
Water condensed on the glass from the humidity as she moved through the house in search of the others. She found Mel and Danny in the study and no sign of Paul.
She took a sip of her lemonade, watching Danny shove Mel's heavy oak desk across the hardwood foor in her study. He had to put all his weight into it, his shoulders straining and sneakers digging into the floor for traction.
"Where did Paul and Carter go?" she asked, moving to stand beside Mel, watching Danny's painstaking progress.
"Pussies couldn't take it anymore," Danny grunted in response.
"They went for another load," Mel grinned, eyes appreciatvely roaming over Danny's sweating form.
She followed her gaze, slightly perplexed. Mel had never appeared particularly attracted to Danny before. Rebecca had looked.
She took a healthy swallow of lemonade, admitting that Danny's suit did hide a rather great deal of muscle she hadn't suspected he had. Her eyes traced a path along his arm to one bulging bicep. All field agents were, of course, in healthy shape. She just hadn't quite expected all of Danny's shape.
He stood triumphantly, having manouvered the desk into the requested position, and swiped a hand over his sweaty brow, running his fingers through his hair and making it stand on end.
Mel frowned, "No. It can't stay there."
Rebecca hid her smile behind her glass at the expression on Danny's face.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Just look at it," Mel gestured, "It blocks the window."
"But that's where you wanted it." He growled the last and Rebecca got the distinct impression that this wasn't the first time Mel had changed her mind.
"It looked better against the North wall." She protested, "You even said so yourself."
"I only said that so you wouldn't make me move it again."
"Please, Danny? This is the last time."
Rebecca had seen murderers cower in the face of his glower on more occasions than she could count. Mel simply batted her eyes.
"I promise."
Rebecca half expected him to stamp his foot in protest, but after a petulent pause, he moved around to the other side of the desk and started nudging it inch by inch back the way it had come. Vaguely threatening murmurs came from his general direction.
"So," Rebecca murmured quietly, her gaze fixed on the small of his back, where his t-shirt had caught the rim of his jeans and hung up there. "What are we really doing here?"
Mel grinned wickedly, "Trying to see what it takes to get that t-shirt off."
"Oh." Rebecca swallowed. "I see."
"Well, not yet we don't."
Danny glared at Mel before his eyes slid to Rebecca. And more pointedly, the glass of ice cold lemonade still sweating in her hand.
The corners of his mouth curved into a hopeful smile, "Hey, Locke-"
His shoulders slumped as she downed the rest. It was enough to make her feel just a little guilty.
Until his shirt came off.
"Oh," Rebecca breathed. "Oh my."
Mel sighed happily. "I love moving."
Author: Rinny
Characters: Danny, Mel, Rebecca
Word Count: 588
Prompt: Danny, Mel, "moving"
Notes: Feels like ages since I wrote anything. This little ditty is thanks to
aliaspiral who wanted entertainment. *blows kisses* Clearly we both still have moving on the brain. And you have her to thank for the last two lines.
Rebecca came down the carpeted stairs, pushing back strands of hair that insisted on escape from her ponytail. Squelching a yawn, she side stepped the boxes that lined the the hallway.
Faintly, she could hear the sound of the radio plugged into the kitchen wall, playing some horrendous American Idol song. She blocked it out, stopping in the kitchen to pour herself a glass of lemonade. The tall pitcher was the only thing, as of yet, in Mel's refrigerator.
Water condensed on the glass from the humidity as she moved through the house in search of the others. She found Mel and Danny in the study and no sign of Paul.
She took a sip of her lemonade, watching Danny shove Mel's heavy oak desk across the hardwood foor in her study. He had to put all his weight into it, his shoulders straining and sneakers digging into the floor for traction.
"Where did Paul and Carter go?" she asked, moving to stand beside Mel, watching Danny's painstaking progress.
"Pussies couldn't take it anymore," Danny grunted in response.
"They went for another load," Mel grinned, eyes appreciatvely roaming over Danny's sweating form.
She followed her gaze, slightly perplexed. Mel had never appeared particularly attracted to Danny before. Rebecca had looked.
She took a healthy swallow of lemonade, admitting that Danny's suit did hide a rather great deal of muscle she hadn't suspected he had. Her eyes traced a path along his arm to one bulging bicep. All field agents were, of course, in healthy shape. She just hadn't quite expected all of Danny's shape.
He stood triumphantly, having manouvered the desk into the requested position, and swiped a hand over his sweaty brow, running his fingers through his hair and making it stand on end.
Mel frowned, "No. It can't stay there."
Rebecca hid her smile behind her glass at the expression on Danny's face.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Just look at it," Mel gestured, "It blocks the window."
"But that's where you wanted it." He growled the last and Rebecca got the distinct impression that this wasn't the first time Mel had changed her mind.
"It looked better against the North wall." She protested, "You even said so yourself."
"I only said that so you wouldn't make me move it again."
"Please, Danny? This is the last time."
Rebecca had seen murderers cower in the face of his glower on more occasions than she could count. Mel simply batted her eyes.
"I promise."
Rebecca half expected him to stamp his foot in protest, but after a petulent pause, he moved around to the other side of the desk and started nudging it inch by inch back the way it had come. Vaguely threatening murmurs came from his general direction.
"So," Rebecca murmured quietly, her gaze fixed on the small of his back, where his t-shirt had caught the rim of his jeans and hung up there. "What are we really doing here?"
Mel grinned wickedly, "Trying to see what it takes to get that t-shirt off."
"Oh." Rebecca swallowed. "I see."
"Well, not yet we don't."
Danny glared at Mel before his eyes slid to Rebecca. And more pointedly, the glass of ice cold lemonade still sweating in her hand.
The corners of his mouth curved into a hopeful smile, "Hey, Locke-"
His shoulders slumped as she downed the rest. It was enough to make her feel just a little guilty.
Until his shirt came off.
"Oh," Rebecca breathed. "Oh my."
Mel sighed happily. "I love moving."