Ficlet: What You Gonna Do In Those Shoes? (GH, Lucky/Maxie)
Title: What You Gonna Do in Those Shoes?
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 42 - Fetish
Pairing/Character(s): Maxie/Lucky
Rating: PG-13 at most
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine.
Word Count: 1228
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the extended Lana!AU.
Summary: “You mean the same fetish that every sane woman has?”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Lucky unlocked the front door of his house and stepped inside. “Maxie, I’m home!” he called out, alerting his just moved in girlfriend to his presence.
“I’m upstairs!” she shouted back. “Please tell me you brought food home with you.”
Lucky laughed and started climbing the stairs. “No, but we can order in a little while.” He peeked his head into their bedroom. “Where are you?”
“In the office,” Maxie answered loudly. “I finally finished unpacking in the bedroom, aren’t you happy?”
He stepped into the empty bedroom Maxie had claimed as her office, and tried not to wince at the sight he found. Half empty moving boxes were scattered across the floor, stacks of files piled haphazardly on any available surface, and Maxie sitting cross legged on the floor in the middle of it all.
She looked up from the box she was in the middle of unpacking and caught the expression on his face. “I know it looks bad,” she rushed to explain. “But there’s a system, I swear.”
“Uh huh,” Lucky said skeptically, picking his way through the mess. When he finally reached Maxie, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, bending down to kiss her hello.
Maxie wrapped her arms around his neck and fitted her body against his. They kissed for a long moment, till Lucky pulled back with a final nip at her lower lip.
He grinned dopily down at her. “Hi.”
“Hey,” she returned, smiling equally dopily back up at him.
“I like coming home to find you here,” he murmured, as he began pressing wet kisses along her neck.
“I like it too,” Maxie managed. She started to wind her fingers through his hair, but found it to be damp and sweaty. She pushed back against his chest instead, making a face. “Ew, you’re all gross and sweaty. What were you doing?”
“I thought you liked it when I was sweaty,” Lucky pouted, still holding her tightly against his body.
“I do when I’ve had some part in getting you that way,” Maxie sniffed. “Seriously, what were you doing?”
Lucky shrugged and let her go. “I was playing basketball with Patrick.”
Maxie wrinkled her nose. “It must have been a very intense game.”
Lucky grinned. “I kicked his ass.”
“Good for you. Now go hit the showers, champ,” Maxie ordered.
“You sure you don’t want to join me?” Lucky waggled his eyebrows at her. “Make sure I get all my hard to reach spots?”
Maxie’s eyes fogged over with lust for a moment, and then she shook her head to clear it away. “Tempting though that offer is, I’m going to have to pass. I want to get more done in here.”
Lucky surveyed the room once more as he started to back out of the room. “That’s probably a good idea. I’ll order dinner when I get out of the shower, okay?”
“Okay!” Maxie chirped as she bent down to deal with the boxes again.
Lucky whistled as he headed down the hall to the master bedroom. Living together was going to be good. He could feel it.
*
Twenty minutes later he was reassessing that opinion.
He stood shirtless in front of what had been his closet when he left for work that morning. Now, where his clothes had once hung, he found Maxie’s shoes, as far as the eyes could see. Lucky was certain that even shoes stores didn’t have this many pairs of shoes all in one place.
“Maxie!” he yelled. “Get in here now!”
He could hear her scramble to get up, as he stalked over to other closet hoping to find his clothes.
Instead, he found it stuffed to overflowing with Maxie’s clothes. How could one tiny woman need that much fabric to cover her body?
She skidded into the room. “Is something wrong?” she panted, out of breath.
He turned to face her, frustration on his face. “Maxie, where are my clothes?”
She looked puzzled. “What?” She spotted the open closet and made a sheepish face. “I forgot to tell you about that, didn’t I?”
He nodded. “You did.”
“I’m sorry?” she tried. “I meant to tell you, but then I got on a roll with the unpacking and I just forgot.”
Lucky looked down at her impassively and crossed her arms over his chest.
Maxie sighed. “I have a lot of clothes,” she defended. “Do you think it’s easy to look this good?”
He snorted. “Where are my clothes?” he repeated.
“In the guest room,” Maxie said. “But I swear, I was going to make room for your stuff, I just didn’t get to it.”
“Where?” Lucky demanded. He gestured towards the overfull closet. “In the one where there’s no room or the one that you’ve turned into a shoe shrine?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you have some sort of shoe fetish that I didn’t know about?”
“You mean the same fetish that every sane woman has?” Maxie countered dryly. She smirked and walked over to Lucky and ran her hands up his bare chest, linking her arms around his neck. She batted her eyelashes and smiled seductively up at him. “Besides I thought you liked my shoes. Isn’t that what you told me when I surprised you at the station in a pair of Jimmy Choos and…”
“Well, okay yes, I liked them then,” Lucky admitted, running his hands across Maxie’s back. “But they weren’t getting in the way of my ability to get dressed then.”
Maxie laughed. “Maybe this is all a part of a nefarious plot to keep you shirtless all the time,” she teased. She stepped backwards out of Lucky’s arms, evading his hands as he tried to tug her back into them. She strolled over to the closet, plucking a pair of sky high, electric blue Manolo Blahnik’s off one of her shelves. As she turned back to Lucky, she dangled them off her finger, and said conversationally, “You know, I haven’t gotten a chance to wear these yet… I was thinking about wearing them tonight to celebrate me moving in, but since you find my shoe collection so objectionable…”
Lucky narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s blackmail.”
Maxie nodded. “Yep.”
“That’s not fair,” Lucky complained, lip sliding out into a pout.
She arched an eyebrow at him. “Did it work?”
“You know it did,” Lucky muttered.
“Aw, see I knew this living together thing would work out!” Maxie chirped, rising on her toes to give Lucky a swift kiss. She dropped back to her heels and turned to put the shoes back in the closet, but Lucky grabbed her arm and spun her back around.
Maxie looked up at him in confusion. “What?”
“If I’m going to be blackmailed by a five foot nothing, hundred pounds soaking wet blonde girl, I’m going to demand that I get the rewards of it immediately,” Lucky explained, walking her backwards towards the bed.
Maxie’s knees hit the edge and he pushed her lightly, causing her to sprawl out on the bed.
“Oh yeah?” Maxie asked, grinning up at him.
He nodded. “Oh yeah.” He dove onto the bed and soon enough shoes were the furthest thing from either of their minds.
Having his clothes in another room was a small price to pay for an all access pass to Maxie and her shoes.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 42 - Fetish
Pairing/Character(s): Maxie/Lucky
Rating: PG-13 at most
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine.
Word Count: 1228
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the extended Lana!AU.
Summary: “You mean the same fetish that every sane woman has?”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Lucky unlocked the front door of his house and stepped inside. “Maxie, I’m home!” he called out, alerting his just moved in girlfriend to his presence.
“I’m upstairs!” she shouted back. “Please tell me you brought food home with you.”
Lucky laughed and started climbing the stairs. “No, but we can order in a little while.” He peeked his head into their bedroom. “Where are you?”
“In the office,” Maxie answered loudly. “I finally finished unpacking in the bedroom, aren’t you happy?”
He stepped into the empty bedroom Maxie had claimed as her office, and tried not to wince at the sight he found. Half empty moving boxes were scattered across the floor, stacks of files piled haphazardly on any available surface, and Maxie sitting cross legged on the floor in the middle of it all.
She looked up from the box she was in the middle of unpacking and caught the expression on his face. “I know it looks bad,” she rushed to explain. “But there’s a system, I swear.”
“Uh huh,” Lucky said skeptically, picking his way through the mess. When he finally reached Maxie, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, bending down to kiss her hello.
Maxie wrapped her arms around his neck and fitted her body against his. They kissed for a long moment, till Lucky pulled back with a final nip at her lower lip.
He grinned dopily down at her. “Hi.”
“Hey,” she returned, smiling equally dopily back up at him.
“I like coming home to find you here,” he murmured, as he began pressing wet kisses along her neck.
“I like it too,” Maxie managed. She started to wind her fingers through his hair, but found it to be damp and sweaty. She pushed back against his chest instead, making a face. “Ew, you’re all gross and sweaty. What were you doing?”
“I thought you liked it when I was sweaty,” Lucky pouted, still holding her tightly against his body.
“I do when I’ve had some part in getting you that way,” Maxie sniffed. “Seriously, what were you doing?”
Lucky shrugged and let her go. “I was playing basketball with Patrick.”
Maxie wrinkled her nose. “It must have been a very intense game.”
Lucky grinned. “I kicked his ass.”
“Good for you. Now go hit the showers, champ,” Maxie ordered.
“You sure you don’t want to join me?” Lucky waggled his eyebrows at her. “Make sure I get all my hard to reach spots?”
Maxie’s eyes fogged over with lust for a moment, and then she shook her head to clear it away. “Tempting though that offer is, I’m going to have to pass. I want to get more done in here.”
Lucky surveyed the room once more as he started to back out of the room. “That’s probably a good idea. I’ll order dinner when I get out of the shower, okay?”
“Okay!” Maxie chirped as she bent down to deal with the boxes again.
Lucky whistled as he headed down the hall to the master bedroom. Living together was going to be good. He could feel it.
*
Twenty minutes later he was reassessing that opinion.
He stood shirtless in front of what had been his closet when he left for work that morning. Now, where his clothes had once hung, he found Maxie’s shoes, as far as the eyes could see. Lucky was certain that even shoes stores didn’t have this many pairs of shoes all in one place.
“Maxie!” he yelled. “Get in here now!”
He could hear her scramble to get up, as he stalked over to other closet hoping to find his clothes.
Instead, he found it stuffed to overflowing with Maxie’s clothes. How could one tiny woman need that much fabric to cover her body?
She skidded into the room. “Is something wrong?” she panted, out of breath.
He turned to face her, frustration on his face. “Maxie, where are my clothes?”
She looked puzzled. “What?” She spotted the open closet and made a sheepish face. “I forgot to tell you about that, didn’t I?”
He nodded. “You did.”
“I’m sorry?” she tried. “I meant to tell you, but then I got on a roll with the unpacking and I just forgot.”
Lucky looked down at her impassively and crossed her arms over his chest.
Maxie sighed. “I have a lot of clothes,” she defended. “Do you think it’s easy to look this good?”
He snorted. “Where are my clothes?” he repeated.
“In the guest room,” Maxie said. “But I swear, I was going to make room for your stuff, I just didn’t get to it.”
“Where?” Lucky demanded. He gestured towards the overfull closet. “In the one where there’s no room or the one that you’ve turned into a shoe shrine?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you have some sort of shoe fetish that I didn’t know about?”
“You mean the same fetish that every sane woman has?” Maxie countered dryly. She smirked and walked over to Lucky and ran her hands up his bare chest, linking her arms around his neck. She batted her eyelashes and smiled seductively up at him. “Besides I thought you liked my shoes. Isn’t that what you told me when I surprised you at the station in a pair of Jimmy Choos and…”
“Well, okay yes, I liked them then,” Lucky admitted, running his hands across Maxie’s back. “But they weren’t getting in the way of my ability to get dressed then.”
Maxie laughed. “Maybe this is all a part of a nefarious plot to keep you shirtless all the time,” she teased. She stepped backwards out of Lucky’s arms, evading his hands as he tried to tug her back into them. She strolled over to the closet, plucking a pair of sky high, electric blue Manolo Blahnik’s off one of her shelves. As she turned back to Lucky, she dangled them off her finger, and said conversationally, “You know, I haven’t gotten a chance to wear these yet… I was thinking about wearing them tonight to celebrate me moving in, but since you find my shoe collection so objectionable…”
Lucky narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s blackmail.”
Maxie nodded. “Yep.”
“That’s not fair,” Lucky complained, lip sliding out into a pout.
She arched an eyebrow at him. “Did it work?”
“You know it did,” Lucky muttered.
“Aw, see I knew this living together thing would work out!” Maxie chirped, rising on her toes to give Lucky a swift kiss. She dropped back to her heels and turned to put the shoes back in the closet, but Lucky grabbed her arm and spun her back around.
Maxie looked up at him in confusion. “What?”
“If I’m going to be blackmailed by a five foot nothing, hundred pounds soaking wet blonde girl, I’m going to demand that I get the rewards of it immediately,” Lucky explained, walking her backwards towards the bed.
Maxie’s knees hit the edge and he pushed her lightly, causing her to sprawl out on the bed.
“Oh yeah?” Maxie asked, grinning up at him.
He nodded. “Oh yeah.” He dove onto the bed and soon enough shoes were the furthest thing from either of their minds.
Having his clothes in another room was a small price to pay for an all access pass to Maxie and her shoes.