fic: to make a long story short (parks and rec, janet snakehole/burt macklin)
Title: to make a long story short
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters: Parks and Rec, Janet Snakehole/Burt Macklin
Word Count: 372
Requested By: disco_vendetta
"You're under arrest," says FBI Agent Burt Macklin. His handcuffs dangle from his fingertips, the cold steel glinting in the moonlight.
"I'm not," says Janet Snakehole.
They're in the alley outside the club that bears her name. Janet is leaning back against the exterior wall, an unlit cigarette in her cigarette holder. She looks like she doesn't have a care in the world.
Burt knows different. He takes a step closer. "You are," he says, reaching out for her wrist, expecting her to dart away. He should have known better than to expect anything where Janet Snakehole is concerned.
Janet straightens, tapping her unlit cigarette against the wall as if to tip away imaginary ash. She lets him have her wrist, daring him to put the cuff on with her eyes. "Am I?"
Burt hesitates, torn.
There's an offer in her eyes, an offer that says that he can have whatever he wants if he'll just let this little matter of treason go. Money, jewels, her. His eyes rake over her body that's draped from head to toe in unrelieved black. She is very beautiful, and he's just a man.
His hand loosens on her wrist, and she takes advantage, sliding her hand up his arm until it's curved around the back of his neck. She presses closer to him and his hand settles on her hip against his will. She stretches up, her mouth hovering at his ear.
"There's so much I have to offer," she says, her voice low and seductive, her breath hot against his throat. "Let me --"
He doesn't let her get any further.
Burt turns his head, capturing her mouth with his. Janet moans, and it could be an act or it could be real, but Burt doesn't really care which it is. He takes one step forward, then two, and then her back is against the wall.
"Oh god," says a familiar voice, and in unison their heads turn towards the sound, bodies still wrapped around each other.
Ben is staring at them, a look of familiar horror on his face. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world, and normally that wouldn't matter but he's their ride home.
"I can explain," says Andy.
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters: Parks and Rec, Janet Snakehole/Burt Macklin
Word Count: 372
Requested By: disco_vendetta
"You're under arrest," says FBI Agent Burt Macklin. His handcuffs dangle from his fingertips, the cold steel glinting in the moonlight.
"I'm not," says Janet Snakehole.
They're in the alley outside the club that bears her name. Janet is leaning back against the exterior wall, an unlit cigarette in her cigarette holder. She looks like she doesn't have a care in the world.
Burt knows different. He takes a step closer. "You are," he says, reaching out for her wrist, expecting her to dart away. He should have known better than to expect anything where Janet Snakehole is concerned.
Janet straightens, tapping her unlit cigarette against the wall as if to tip away imaginary ash. She lets him have her wrist, daring him to put the cuff on with her eyes. "Am I?"
Burt hesitates, torn.
There's an offer in her eyes, an offer that says that he can have whatever he wants if he'll just let this little matter of treason go. Money, jewels, her. His eyes rake over her body that's draped from head to toe in unrelieved black. She is very beautiful, and he's just a man.
His hand loosens on her wrist, and she takes advantage, sliding her hand up his arm until it's curved around the back of his neck. She presses closer to him and his hand settles on her hip against his will. She stretches up, her mouth hovering at his ear.
"There's so much I have to offer," she says, her voice low and seductive, her breath hot against his throat. "Let me --"
He doesn't let her get any further.
Burt turns his head, capturing her mouth with his. Janet moans, and it could be an act or it could be real, but Burt doesn't really care which it is. He takes one step forward, then two, and then her back is against the wall.
"Oh god," says a familiar voice, and in unison their heads turn towards the sound, bodies still wrapped around each other.
Ben is staring at them, a look of familiar horror on his face. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world, and normally that wouldn't matter but he's their ride home.
"I can explain," says Andy.