Presidential Abstinence
Author: fragrantwoods
Word Count: 300
Rating: T
Not my characters, not my show
A/N: written for challenge no104: Abstinence
Follow-up drabble to previous AU drabbles The Old Man, the Old Lady, Running Late, and If He'd Only Known...
Richard Adar shoved the report under more folders as she walked in. He let himself enjoy a glimpse of long legs under a short navy skirt, a lingering glance at red waves falling over the breast of her jacket. He looked past her eyes.
“How’s your car, Laura?”
His tone was lethally casual as he watched her puzzled frown.
“What are you talking about?”
His fingers toyed with the edge of the report as he met her eyes. He could almost feel the heat of her skin against his palms but steeled himself, keeping the desk between them.
“Your vintage Mustang your Dad left you. I understand you had to go quite a bit out of your way to get it…serviced.”
Satisfaction battled with anger as he watched her cheeks begin to flush.
“Your security detail was alarmed that you chose a convicted felon to work on your antique”-
Her professional poise still intact, she interrupted, “That was the closest garage when it started over-heating.”
-“vehicle, their alarm increasing when they lost sight of you for twenty-seven minutes.”
He pulled out the folder, opening it. “The Secretary of Education appeared distracted and somewhat disheveled upon exit, then proceeded to the scheduled Cabinet meeting.”
Her usually calm green eyes had gone icy. Where had his agreeable Laura gone, he wondered. Where’d this rebellious redhead come from?
“Richard, I’m done explaining myself to you. After all, I’m not your wife.”
He ignored the stabbing guilt as he rose, hands white-knuckled on the desk. “You’re not my anything, effective immediately. I feel suddenly abstentious, after reading this. Anything you need, get it from your hoodlum mechanic Adama.”
He thought he’d see regret, not a sensual smile as she said, “It’ll be my pleasure, Mr. President.” She turned gracefully, walking out of his life.
Word Count: 300
Rating: T
Not my characters, not my show
A/N: written for challenge no104: Abstinence
Follow-up drabble to previous AU drabbles The Old Man, the Old Lady, Running Late, and If He'd Only Known...
Richard Adar shoved the report under more folders as she walked in. He let himself enjoy a glimpse of long legs under a short navy skirt, a lingering glance at red waves falling over the breast of her jacket. He looked past her eyes.
“How’s your car, Laura?”
His tone was lethally casual as he watched her puzzled frown.
“What are you talking about?”
His fingers toyed with the edge of the report as he met her eyes. He could almost feel the heat of her skin against his palms but steeled himself, keeping the desk between them.
“Your vintage Mustang your Dad left you. I understand you had to go quite a bit out of your way to get it…serviced.”
Satisfaction battled with anger as he watched her cheeks begin to flush.
“Your security detail was alarmed that you chose a convicted felon to work on your antique”-
Her professional poise still intact, she interrupted, “That was the closest garage when it started over-heating.”
-“vehicle, their alarm increasing when they lost sight of you for twenty-seven minutes.”
He pulled out the folder, opening it. “The Secretary of Education appeared distracted and somewhat disheveled upon exit, then proceeded to the scheduled Cabinet meeting.”
Her usually calm green eyes had gone icy. Where had his agreeable Laura gone, he wondered. Where’d this rebellious redhead come from?
“Richard, I’m done explaining myself to you. After all, I’m not your wife.”
He ignored the stabbing guilt as he rose, hands white-knuckled on the desk. “You’re not my anything, effective immediately. I feel suddenly abstentious, after reading this. Anything you need, get it from your hoodlum mechanic Adama.”
He thought he’d see regret, not a sensual smile as she said, “It’ll be my pleasure, Mr. President.” She turned gracefully, walking out of his life.