Spooning
Title: Spooning
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters/Pairing: Pete and Myka
Word Count: 1,194
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Het
Notes: For atatteredrose for the scifiland gifting
Prompts: HC Bingo Fill: “Hypothermia”
Kink Bingo Fill: “Role play”
Pete got out of the car and circled around to join Myka on the walkway. She stared at the cheery cottage in front of them, a look of dread on her face.
“We can do this, Myka,” he said in what he hoped was an encouraging voice. “I promise, scout’s honor, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
The curtain in the window twitched, they were being watched. She smiled a cheesy smile and held a hand out to him then said loudly, for the benefit of their peeping Tom, “Oh, honey, I’m so excited; this was such a lovely anniversary surprise!”
He returned the smile, took her hand and then leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Anything for my sweet little wife!”
With her lips close to his ear, she hissed, “Don’t overact and keep your eyes peeled for Shackleton’s compass.”
He dragged her by the hand and up the steps to the door. It opened as he raised his hand to knock. The Angela Landsbury look-alike that answered the door said happily, “You must be the Fords!”
“I’m Harry and this is my wife Mary.”
Showing them into the foyer, the innkeeper shook both of their hands. “Welcome to Sunnydale! Let me show you up to your room.” She led them through the house, prattling on about the schedule for breakfast and some fair going on in town. As they walked, they each searched visually for Sir Ernest Shackleton’s compass.
“Oh, sweetheart, look! How sweet is this room?” Myka turned a slow circle in the middle of the room as the innkeeper went and opened the windows.
“It was just redone. I hope you’ll both be comfortable here.”
Pete sauntered over to Myka and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sure it will be lovely.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and rocked her back and forth a bit.
When the woman left the room, Myka squirmed out of his grasp. “You said you’d behave.”
“I am! I was going to sweep you up and kiss the dickens out of you, I held back. Behaving.” Pete smirked at her and she blew out a breath in frustration.
“I’m calling Artie, maybe they’ve narrowed down the location of the compass.
She pulled out the Farnsworth and stomped her foot in irritation when the call wouldn’t go through. “No answer.”
“They’re probably down in the warehouse somewhere.” Pete gave a shrug and then sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down a few times. “Oh good, no squeaky springs, we can be as energetic as we… sorry. Behaving,” he finished with a lame apologetic smile.
“Let’s go look around town, maybe we’ll find something or someone suspicious. Come along, Mr. Ford.”
“Coming, Mrs. Ford.”
She glared at him. “For the record, I hate being fake married to you.”
“When this is over, you can file for a fake divorce.”
“Don’t think I won’t.” She plastered on her fake happy smile and left the room.
~*~
Their search of the town turned up nothing too out of the ordinary. There was a magic shop, but everything within the shop was on the up and up. Nothing set off Pete’s Spidey senses. They ate dinner at a diner and walked back towards their bed and breakfast.
Back in their room, they called Artie, but he had no new leads for them. “How are the accommodations?” Artie asked.
“You wouldn’t think someone just died here a few days ago. It seems like business as usual. Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” Pete leaned over Myka’s shoulder to look at Artie on the tiny screen.
“No, you’re in the right place, Sunnydale Arms. Keep looking tomorrow, the compass is there, and if it follows the same pattern it did the last time it was activated, someone is going to die within the next few days if you don’t neutralize it.”
Myka nodded and reassured Artie, “We’re on it. Talk to you tomorrow Artie.” She closed the case of the Farnsworth and tucked it into her pocketbook.
“Dibs on the bathroom side.” Myka ran to the bed and hurled herself down, smiling in triumph at Pete.
“Because I am behaving, I will not wrestle you for it,” he said airily and strode to the bathroom. At the door he turned and winked, “Unless you want to wrestle for it.”
She threw a lace covered pillow at him.
~*~
Pete woke with his teeth chattering. He snuggled closer to Myka, soaking up the warmth from her body.
“Pete!” she exclaimed, sitting up.
“Behaving, I swear, I’m just a little cold. Spooning is an old and respected custom…”
“Oh, not that.” She turned on the light beside the bed. “Look at yourself.”
He picked his shaking hand up and held it out. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably and he was shivering, despite the balmy warm California summer night. “We have to find the compass, it’s working on you. You’re going to freeze to death, Pete!”
“It has to be close by.” She leapt from the bed and ran to the door. “I’m going to search downstairs, you check the others rooms on this floor.
Pete wrapped the bedspread around himself and shuffled out into the hall. They were the only guests, they had checked that earlier. He opened the first door he came to and went inside, he dropped the edge of the bedspread to flip the light switch. He began a methodical search of the room.
He did the same with the next room. By the time he got to the fourth and final room, he was exhausted and his trembling shivers had turned into a case of the shakes. He checked the closet and bureau and awkwardly knelt down to look under the bed. The carpet was warm as he stretched out to see under the bed. He was so cold. He tugged the edge of the bedspread above him until it fell down over him. That helped a little.
~*~
Myka found the artifact in the dining room in an overstuffed curio cabinet. She ran up the stairs to their room and got a neutralizer bag from their luggage and dropped the compass into it. It flared briefly and then went dead. She tossed the bag onto the bed and went to find Pete.
He was on the floor, wrapped in a cocoon of bedspreads. She knelt by his head and pushed the fabric aside. “Pete, wake up. I found it.”
“So cold,” he whispered through tightly clenched teeth.
“You need to keep moving, hypothermia can kill you Pete, just like it killed the first victim. Come on, up at at ‘em killer.” She wrestled his bundled form up, set him onto his feet and nudged him along towards their room. “I’ll bring you some nice hot coffee to warm you up from inside.”
~*~
For once, Pete didn’t mind so much that he’d nearly been killed by an artifact. Having Myka as a nursemaid was a sweet deal, having her spooning up around him was a dream come true.
Warm and happy, he cuddled against Myka and went to sleep.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Characters/Pairing: Pete and Myka
Word Count: 1,194
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Het
Notes: For atatteredrose for the scifiland gifting
Prompts: HC Bingo Fill: “Hypothermia”
Kink Bingo Fill: “Role play”
Pete got out of the car and circled around to join Myka on the walkway. She stared at the cheery cottage in front of them, a look of dread on her face.
“We can do this, Myka,” he said in what he hoped was an encouraging voice. “I promise, scout’s honor, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
The curtain in the window twitched, they were being watched. She smiled a cheesy smile and held a hand out to him then said loudly, for the benefit of their peeping Tom, “Oh, honey, I’m so excited; this was such a lovely anniversary surprise!”
He returned the smile, took her hand and then leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Anything for my sweet little wife!”
With her lips close to his ear, she hissed, “Don’t overact and keep your eyes peeled for Shackleton’s compass.”
He dragged her by the hand and up the steps to the door. It opened as he raised his hand to knock. The Angela Landsbury look-alike that answered the door said happily, “You must be the Fords!”
“I’m Harry and this is my wife Mary.”
Showing them into the foyer, the innkeeper shook both of their hands. “Welcome to Sunnydale! Let me show you up to your room.” She led them through the house, prattling on about the schedule for breakfast and some fair going on in town. As they walked, they each searched visually for Sir Ernest Shackleton’s compass.
“Oh, sweetheart, look! How sweet is this room?” Myka turned a slow circle in the middle of the room as the innkeeper went and opened the windows.
“It was just redone. I hope you’ll both be comfortable here.”
Pete sauntered over to Myka and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sure it will be lovely.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and rocked her back and forth a bit.
When the woman left the room, Myka squirmed out of his grasp. “You said you’d behave.”
“I am! I was going to sweep you up and kiss the dickens out of you, I held back. Behaving.” Pete smirked at her and she blew out a breath in frustration.
“I’m calling Artie, maybe they’ve narrowed down the location of the compass.
She pulled out the Farnsworth and stomped her foot in irritation when the call wouldn’t go through. “No answer.”
“They’re probably down in the warehouse somewhere.” Pete gave a shrug and then sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down a few times. “Oh good, no squeaky springs, we can be as energetic as we… sorry. Behaving,” he finished with a lame apologetic smile.
“Let’s go look around town, maybe we’ll find something or someone suspicious. Come along, Mr. Ford.”
“Coming, Mrs. Ford.”
She glared at him. “For the record, I hate being fake married to you.”
“When this is over, you can file for a fake divorce.”
“Don’t think I won’t.” She plastered on her fake happy smile and left the room.
~*~
Their search of the town turned up nothing too out of the ordinary. There was a magic shop, but everything within the shop was on the up and up. Nothing set off Pete’s Spidey senses. They ate dinner at a diner and walked back towards their bed and breakfast.
Back in their room, they called Artie, but he had no new leads for them. “How are the accommodations?” Artie asked.
“You wouldn’t think someone just died here a few days ago. It seems like business as usual. Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” Pete leaned over Myka’s shoulder to look at Artie on the tiny screen.
“No, you’re in the right place, Sunnydale Arms. Keep looking tomorrow, the compass is there, and if it follows the same pattern it did the last time it was activated, someone is going to die within the next few days if you don’t neutralize it.”
Myka nodded and reassured Artie, “We’re on it. Talk to you tomorrow Artie.” She closed the case of the Farnsworth and tucked it into her pocketbook.
“Dibs on the bathroom side.” Myka ran to the bed and hurled herself down, smiling in triumph at Pete.
“Because I am behaving, I will not wrestle you for it,” he said airily and strode to the bathroom. At the door he turned and winked, “Unless you want to wrestle for it.”
She threw a lace covered pillow at him.
~*~
Pete woke with his teeth chattering. He snuggled closer to Myka, soaking up the warmth from her body.
“Pete!” she exclaimed, sitting up.
“Behaving, I swear, I’m just a little cold. Spooning is an old and respected custom…”
“Oh, not that.” She turned on the light beside the bed. “Look at yourself.”
He picked his shaking hand up and held it out. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably and he was shivering, despite the balmy warm California summer night. “We have to find the compass, it’s working on you. You’re going to freeze to death, Pete!”
“It has to be close by.” She leapt from the bed and ran to the door. “I’m going to search downstairs, you check the others rooms on this floor.
Pete wrapped the bedspread around himself and shuffled out into the hall. They were the only guests, they had checked that earlier. He opened the first door he came to and went inside, he dropped the edge of the bedspread to flip the light switch. He began a methodical search of the room.
He did the same with the next room. By the time he got to the fourth and final room, he was exhausted and his trembling shivers had turned into a case of the shakes. He checked the closet and bureau and awkwardly knelt down to look under the bed. The carpet was warm as he stretched out to see under the bed. He was so cold. He tugged the edge of the bedspread above him until it fell down over him. That helped a little.
~*~
Myka found the artifact in the dining room in an overstuffed curio cabinet. She ran up the stairs to their room and got a neutralizer bag from their luggage and dropped the compass into it. It flared briefly and then went dead. She tossed the bag onto the bed and went to find Pete.
He was on the floor, wrapped in a cocoon of bedspreads. She knelt by his head and pushed the fabric aside. “Pete, wake up. I found it.”
“So cold,” he whispered through tightly clenched teeth.
“You need to keep moving, hypothermia can kill you Pete, just like it killed the first victim. Come on, up at at ‘em killer.” She wrestled his bundled form up, set him onto his feet and nudged him along towards their room. “I’ll bring you some nice hot coffee to warm you up from inside.”
~*~
For once, Pete didn’t mind so much that he’d nearly been killed by an artifact. Having Myka as a nursemaid was a sweet deal, having her spooning up around him was a dream come true.
Warm and happy, he cuddled against Myka and went to sleep.