Late Night, Come Home, Work Sucks, I Know
Title: Late Night, Come Home, Work Sucks, I Know
Fandom: Hath Not a Jew
Characters: Tom Parkers, Paul Kearny, Gabby Axelsson
Prompt: 040. Flirty
Word Count: 522
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: There shouldn't be anything shocking, especially in today's culture.
Summary: Gabby hits on Tom hoping he's desperate enough for sex that he'll take her up on her offer.
Title from "All the Small Things" by Blink 182.
I was working late again. I looked longingly at the picture of Paul and myself on my desk. It had been too long since I had come home before he was asleep.
“I brought coffee,” Gabby said, poking her head in my office.
“Thanks. What I want is to go home.”
“You and me both. But we need to finish this project.”
She came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling away.
“You looked tense. And if your sex life is anything like mine has been of late. . .”
“No. My sex life is none of your concern. Have you been holding me over hoping it would make me want to have sex with you?”
“No, I. . .”
“I have to go, and I have to go now. When I come back tomorrow, you are only to talk to me about work. You do or say anything remotely unprofessional and I will file a sexual harassment charge on you without hesitation.”
She nodded, not saying a word. I grabbed my coat and work bag, and drove home not paying very close attention to my speed.
When I reached our house I slammed the door and sat on the floor, placing my face on my bent knees as I began to cry.
“Tom?” I heard a sleepy Paul ask.
“Go back to bed sweetie. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” Paul asked, sitting next to me, and putting an arm around me.
I told him all that had gone down that evening.
“That bitch,” Paul said.
I looked up and gave him a slight smile.
“Thank you for being on my side.”
Paul kissed the side of my head.
“See what happens when you’re sexy?” Paul asked after a few moments of silence.
“But I only want to be sexy to you.”
“Well, I can’t be the only one with good taste.”
“Hey, I have good taste.”
“Oh, so you love yourself?”
“Shut up. You know I mean you.”
Paul smiled before kissing me.
“Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll get into my pajamas, and we can fall asleep together. Then tomorrow I’ll come home early, and we can have some time alone.”
“Will we spend it naked?” Paul asked.
“Shh, that part’s a secret.”
Paul laughed.
“I’m going to go change and meet you in bed.”
“I’ll try to stay awake,” Paul said, giving me that smile of his which told me he was taunting me.
“You’d better,” I said, kissing him. “I love you sweetie.”
“I love you too.”
I climbed into bed that night wearing only pajama pants. I ran a hand along Paul’s arm.
“Good night my love,” I said.
“Good night,” he said, cupping my cheek and kissing me.
I awoke that night for a reason unbeknownst to me. I realized the blankets had been pulled off of me by Paul who now laid on his back.
“Blanket hog,” I whispered, stealing back my share, then scooted closer to him so I could lay my head on his chest and drape an arm over him.
Fandom: Hath Not a Jew
Characters: Tom Parkers, Paul Kearny, Gabby Axelsson
Prompt: 040. Flirty
Word Count: 522
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: There shouldn't be anything shocking, especially in today's culture.
Summary: Gabby hits on Tom hoping he's desperate enough for sex that he'll take her up on her offer.
Title from "All the Small Things" by Blink 182.
I was working late again. I looked longingly at the picture of Paul and myself on my desk. It had been too long since I had come home before he was asleep.
“I brought coffee,” Gabby said, poking her head in my office.
“Thanks. What I want is to go home.”
“You and me both. But we need to finish this project.”
She came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling away.
“You looked tense. And if your sex life is anything like mine has been of late. . .”
“No. My sex life is none of your concern. Have you been holding me over hoping it would make me want to have sex with you?”
“No, I. . .”
“I have to go, and I have to go now. When I come back tomorrow, you are only to talk to me about work. You do or say anything remotely unprofessional and I will file a sexual harassment charge on you without hesitation.”
She nodded, not saying a word. I grabbed my coat and work bag, and drove home not paying very close attention to my speed.
When I reached our house I slammed the door and sat on the floor, placing my face on my bent knees as I began to cry.
“Tom?” I heard a sleepy Paul ask.
“Go back to bed sweetie. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” Paul asked, sitting next to me, and putting an arm around me.
I told him all that had gone down that evening.
“That bitch,” Paul said.
I looked up and gave him a slight smile.
“Thank you for being on my side.”
Paul kissed the side of my head.
“See what happens when you’re sexy?” Paul asked after a few moments of silence.
“But I only want to be sexy to you.”
“Well, I can’t be the only one with good taste.”
“Hey, I have good taste.”
“Oh, so you love yourself?”
“Shut up. You know I mean you.”
Paul smiled before kissing me.
“Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll get into my pajamas, and we can fall asleep together. Then tomorrow I’ll come home early, and we can have some time alone.”
“Will we spend it naked?” Paul asked.
“Shh, that part’s a secret.”
Paul laughed.
“I’m going to go change and meet you in bed.”
“I’ll try to stay awake,” Paul said, giving me that smile of his which told me he was taunting me.
“You’d better,” I said, kissing him. “I love you sweetie.”
“I love you too.”
I climbed into bed that night wearing only pajama pants. I ran a hand along Paul’s arm.
“Good night my love,” I said.
“Good night,” he said, cupping my cheek and kissing me.
I awoke that night for a reason unbeknownst to me. I realized the blankets had been pulled off of me by Paul who now laid on his back.
“Blanket hog,” I whispered, stealing back my share, then scooted closer to him so I could lay my head on his chest and drape an arm over him.