Missed chances by Ejunknown [drabble #156 - Peach]
Title: Missed chances
Author: Ejunknown
Genre: Humour, romance.
Word count: 200
Warnings: Inuendo. :"D
Prompt: Peach
Summary: AU. An exasperated flight attendant confronts an old cliché.
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Missed chances
“Just like a peach…”
The short whisper slipped through the near-silent hallway, sending the petite, young woman pausing, glancing ahead to her destination. The two pilots, male, barely past their mid twenties, lounged in their chairs, despite pre-flight checklists. Easing onto one hip, her gaze slanted to the speaker incredulously.
“Excuse me?”
Amused eyes gleamed at his audience, a grin snaking mischievous features, evidently prepared to repeat exactly what he just said - but it never came, as the other man stood, slipping into the space between them. Ducking under the cockpit’s low ceiling, long strands of hair brushed over his face to hide his eyes, although the low voice rang across the narrow space pleasantly enough.
“I apologise for my co-pilot’s behaviour. He isn’t used to company."
"Please keep him... restrained." Her response faltered as the man shifted in the door frame, resting heavily against the frame so that his body leaned towards her. Smile growing, his gaze skimmed her narrowed one easily, before lingering on the documents in her hands, gesturing to them despite the way her hands tightened possessively around the papers.
“These are for us.”
It would be her unfortunate fate to deal with these men, and daily, and with a tight smile, she nodded.
“You will do your job, right?”
The smile gleamed brighty. “Maybe.”
Author: Ejunknown
Genre: Humour, romance.
Word count: 200
Warnings: Inuendo. :"D
Prompt: Peach
Summary: AU. An exasperated flight attendant confronts an old cliché.
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Missed chances
“Just like a peach…”
The short whisper slipped through the near-silent hallway, sending the petite, young woman pausing, glancing ahead to her destination. The two pilots, male, barely past their mid twenties, lounged in their chairs, despite pre-flight checklists. Easing onto one hip, her gaze slanted to the speaker incredulously.
“Excuse me?”
Amused eyes gleamed at his audience, a grin snaking mischievous features, evidently prepared to repeat exactly what he just said - but it never came, as the other man stood, slipping into the space between them. Ducking under the cockpit’s low ceiling, long strands of hair brushed over his face to hide his eyes, although the low voice rang across the narrow space pleasantly enough.
“I apologise for my co-pilot’s behaviour. He isn’t used to company."
"Please keep him... restrained." Her response faltered as the man shifted in the door frame, resting heavily against the frame so that his body leaned towards her. Smile growing, his gaze skimmed her narrowed one easily, before lingering on the documents in her hands, gesturing to them despite the way her hands tightened possessively around the papers.
“These are for us.”
It would be her unfortunate fate to deal with these men, and daily, and with a tight smile, she nodded.
“You will do your job, right?”
The smile gleamed brighty. “Maybe.”