Labyrinthine
Another Hobbs/Raydor drabble.
Wordcount: 576
Prompts: Beach, Under the influence, tease.
She’s not sure how she ended up here. One minute she was congratulating the Major Crimes team on another successful end to a case (aided, of course, by her plea bargain) and the next thing she knew, she was sipping martinis on a beach with Raydor and Morales, poor Rusty dragged along to drive them home. It had bothered her a little at first, especially because of the soft-spot she harboured for the young man, but now that he had found himself a group of bikini-clad girls to ogle, she didn’t feel quite so bad.
Seated at a table overlooking the waves lapping the shore, she watched the interaction between the captain and the Medical Examiner. She’d never realised before that Morales and Sharon were so close. She sat there, scouring her brain, trying to imagine what on Earth the pair had bonded over. And, to be perfectly honest, she was feeling a little left out.
It was while she was zoned out like this, that she realised she was staring. Not in the same direction as Rusty, but at the brunette in front of her. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed before - the light hitting her hair made rivulets of auburn dance through the strands, her glasses being tucked away in the front of her shirt not only emphasised the brilliant grey-green of her eyes, but also her stunning amount of cleavage. The blonde reached for the mixer and poured herself another glass. She was far too sober to be thinking of her colleague in that way.
The lawyer was pulled out of her reverie by Morales’ voice.
“What about you, Andrea, what do you look for in a woman?”
She blinked. Once, twice, then gulped. Crimson swept its way up her neck and towards the very tips of her ears. For once, she was at a loss for words.
“Oh, honey, really? You thought we didn’t know? There ain’t nothing that slips by my gaydar”. Andrea swore she could see Sharon’s fist clench at his use of incorrect grammar.
“Sorry, beaches tend to make me a little contemplative.”
Morales raised one neat eyebrow, looking at her pointedly. Her blush grew impossibly darker. He’d seen her checking Sharon out.
“Come on, Andrea, it’s not that hard. For me, personally, what I look for in a man is a great smile and a set of washboard abs. Sharon? She likes women who are a tease, or play hard to get. And they have to be complex, multi-faceted, layered - she enjoys a challenge. And a nice set of tits.” At his last sentence Sharon’s hand made aggressive contact with his forearm.
“Ouch! Okay, okay, I deserved that. ‘Fess up, Andrea. What do you look for in a woman?”
“I, well, erm,” alcohol always seemed to make her thoughts slow down, “I like women who are assertive, passionate, and I, er, kind of have a thing for suits.” She took a giant swig from her glass, smiling broadly, “And yeah, a great rack is always a bonus”.
She hadn’t realised she was ogling Sharon as she spoke - but the brunette had. She raised one thin eyebrow at the blonde, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. Andrea may not be a challenge, but she was certainly labyrinthine. And not too bad on the eye. Sharon couldn’t wait to see what the next few drinks bought out in the blonde.
Wordcount: 576
Prompts: Beach, Under the influence, tease.
She’s not sure how she ended up here. One minute she was congratulating the Major Crimes team on another successful end to a case (aided, of course, by her plea bargain) and the next thing she knew, she was sipping martinis on a beach with Raydor and Morales, poor Rusty dragged along to drive them home. It had bothered her a little at first, especially because of the soft-spot she harboured for the young man, but now that he had found himself a group of bikini-clad girls to ogle, she didn’t feel quite so bad.
Seated at a table overlooking the waves lapping the shore, she watched the interaction between the captain and the Medical Examiner. She’d never realised before that Morales and Sharon were so close. She sat there, scouring her brain, trying to imagine what on Earth the pair had bonded over. And, to be perfectly honest, she was feeling a little left out.
It was while she was zoned out like this, that she realised she was staring. Not in the same direction as Rusty, but at the brunette in front of her. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed before - the light hitting her hair made rivulets of auburn dance through the strands, her glasses being tucked away in the front of her shirt not only emphasised the brilliant grey-green of her eyes, but also her stunning amount of cleavage. The blonde reached for the mixer and poured herself another glass. She was far too sober to be thinking of her colleague in that way.
The lawyer was pulled out of her reverie by Morales’ voice.
“What about you, Andrea, what do you look for in a woman?”
She blinked. Once, twice, then gulped. Crimson swept its way up her neck and towards the very tips of her ears. For once, she was at a loss for words.
“Oh, honey, really? You thought we didn’t know? There ain’t nothing that slips by my gaydar”. Andrea swore she could see Sharon’s fist clench at his use of incorrect grammar.
“Sorry, beaches tend to make me a little contemplative.”
Morales raised one neat eyebrow, looking at her pointedly. Her blush grew impossibly darker. He’d seen her checking Sharon out.
“Come on, Andrea, it’s not that hard. For me, personally, what I look for in a man is a great smile and a set of washboard abs. Sharon? She likes women who are a tease, or play hard to get. And they have to be complex, multi-faceted, layered - she enjoys a challenge. And a nice set of tits.” At his last sentence Sharon’s hand made aggressive contact with his forearm.
“Ouch! Okay, okay, I deserved that. ‘Fess up, Andrea. What do you look for in a woman?”
“I, well, erm,” alcohol always seemed to make her thoughts slow down, “I like women who are assertive, passionate, and I, er, kind of have a thing for suits.” She took a giant swig from her glass, smiling broadly, “And yeah, a great rack is always a bonus”.
She hadn’t realised she was ogling Sharon as she spoke - but the brunette had. She raised one thin eyebrow at the blonde, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. Andrea may not be a challenge, but she was certainly labyrinthine. And not too bad on the eye. Sharon couldn’t wait to see what the next few drinks bought out in the blonde.