Impossible
Title: Impossible
Characters/ Pairing: Taylor/Wash, blink and you'll miss Malcolm
Genre: romance, humor
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG
Summary: There's always one that's hard to deal with, but they have each other to commiserate with.
A/N: As (day after) my birthday gift, I present this. For bellebby and her prompt Wash/Taylor - impossible.
No matter how much gear or equipment he's in, he always manages to be silent. This night is no different, his presence only revealed when his shadow passes in front of the moonlight coming in the window. She rolled over to face him, revealing her state of wakefulness.
At that point, pretense of stealth gone, he removed his boots with a thunk, and undressed the rest of the way. He slipped into her bed without a word, and kissed her when she scooted close.
"You're late," she whispered.
Nathaniel sighed and shook his head.
"Let me guess..." Alicia grinned up at him.
"The man is impossible. How many times do I have to tell him no before he accepts that I mean no?"
"How many times have you told him so far?"
"Today? I stopped counting at twenty."
"Then more than twenty."
"Lady, you are no help."
A kiss planted quickly on his lips, a reply of, "You didn't ask for help," and then she rolled over to lay with her back to his chest. She felt more than heard his chuckle as his arm went over her waist.
His lips grazed the skin just behind her ear, his beard tickling her, and then he relaxed into sleep.
***
"No."
"Twelve," he heard Wash mumble under her breath. She had her head turned, but her could see her hiding her grin desperately.
"Dammit, Wash." The startled look on Malcolm's face at least shut him up for a moment. "Look, apparently the twenty times I told you no yesterday wasn't enough. So tell me, how many times do I need to say it before it sticks?"
Malcolm looked flabbergasted, his brow furrowed and eyes wide with his mouth hanging open. "Well, I... I don't know."
"When you have a solid answer, get back to me." He turned, effectively dismissing the man. "Wash, why don't you wait until Malcolm has an answer."
Her grin turned to a scowl immediately.
***
She was not stealthy, didn't feel the need for it considering this was more her bed than his.
"Problem, Wash?" he asked her from his spot tucked well under the covers.
Somehow it was possible to get into bed with fury because Alicia did it. It was the only concession to her mood though, allowing him to press her back into the mattress and kiss her near to senselessness and dispelling her mood immediately.
Quietly, while she was catching her breath and as he kissed along her jaw, Nathaniel asked, "How many?"
"More than twenty." Another searing kiss as she combed her fingers through his hair. "Impossible."
"I'll tell you what else will be impossible if we don't drop the topic of Malcolm Wallace right now."
Alicia laughed. "You're impossible."
"And you love it."
"I do."
Characters/ Pairing: Taylor/Wash, blink and you'll miss Malcolm
Genre: romance, humor
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG
Summary: There's always one that's hard to deal with, but they have each other to commiserate with.
A/N: As (day after) my birthday gift, I present this. For bellebby and her prompt Wash/Taylor - impossible.
No matter how much gear or equipment he's in, he always manages to be silent. This night is no different, his presence only revealed when his shadow passes in front of the moonlight coming in the window. She rolled over to face him, revealing her state of wakefulness.
At that point, pretense of stealth gone, he removed his boots with a thunk, and undressed the rest of the way. He slipped into her bed without a word, and kissed her when she scooted close.
"You're late," she whispered.
Nathaniel sighed and shook his head.
"Let me guess..." Alicia grinned up at him.
"The man is impossible. How many times do I have to tell him no before he accepts that I mean no?"
"How many times have you told him so far?"
"Today? I stopped counting at twenty."
"Then more than twenty."
"Lady, you are no help."
A kiss planted quickly on his lips, a reply of, "You didn't ask for help," and then she rolled over to lay with her back to his chest. She felt more than heard his chuckle as his arm went over her waist.
His lips grazed the skin just behind her ear, his beard tickling her, and then he relaxed into sleep.
***
"No."
"Twelve," he heard Wash mumble under her breath. She had her head turned, but her could see her hiding her grin desperately.
"Dammit, Wash." The startled look on Malcolm's face at least shut him up for a moment. "Look, apparently the twenty times I told you no yesterday wasn't enough. So tell me, how many times do I need to say it before it sticks?"
Malcolm looked flabbergasted, his brow furrowed and eyes wide with his mouth hanging open. "Well, I... I don't know."
"When you have a solid answer, get back to me." He turned, effectively dismissing the man. "Wash, why don't you wait until Malcolm has an answer."
Her grin turned to a scowl immediately.
***
She was not stealthy, didn't feel the need for it considering this was more her bed than his.
"Problem, Wash?" he asked her from his spot tucked well under the covers.
Somehow it was possible to get into bed with fury because Alicia did it. It was the only concession to her mood though, allowing him to press her back into the mattress and kiss her near to senselessness and dispelling her mood immediately.
Quietly, while she was catching her breath and as he kissed along her jaw, Nathaniel asked, "How many?"
"More than twenty." Another searing kiss as she combed her fingers through his hair. "Impossible."
"I'll tell you what else will be impossible if we don't drop the topic of Malcolm Wallace right now."
Alicia laughed. "You're impossible."
"And you love it."
"I do."