The Foot of the Staircase: One-Shot
Title: The Foot of the Staircase
Category: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean comes home drunk and his girlfriend is not pleased.:D
CRASH!
Padma Patil woke up with a start and looked over at the spot where her boyfriend, Dean Thomas, was supposed to be sleeping. He wasn't there. He hadn't come home. In fact, that was probably him downstairs now. Stupid bastard, Padma thought tiredly. She gave another jump when another CRASH sounded.
"Oh, that is it, Mr. Thomas," she muttered angrily, climbing out of bed and grabbing her pink dressing gown, which she draped around her shoulders.
She made her way quickly and purposefully down the stairs, prepared to give Dean a piece of her mind. Padma turned on the lightswitch just above the staircase and looked down the flight of stairs to see her boyfriend staggering around, knocking over plant pots.
"Hey!" Padma said angrily. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
He turned to face her, and a crooked grin crossed his cocoa skin. "Hey, muffin," he said.
She rolled her eyes through the slight blush that tinged her cheeks. "That won't work this time, Dean. I can't believe you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
Padma narrowed her eyes. "Really? Prove it."
"Don't want to."
"Dean," she asked testily, tapping her fingernails on the stair railing impatiently, "I'm not waiting here all night. Are you coming upstairs or not?"
"Yeah, I'm coming," he answered, taking a step forward. He was unbalanced and nearly fell over. Padma let out a sigh.
"Or you can just sleep on the couch..." she suggested, bringing a hand to her clammy forhead.
"Don't want to."
Padma threw her hands up in the air, quite fed up with her boyfriend. "I don't care! Just who do you think you are, getting all drunk like that? Look at you, Dean! You're worse than Parvati!"
Dean giggled.
"Oh for heaven's sake, I am not putting up with this! I refuse! Goodnight, Dean." She stuck her chin in the air and haughtily made her way back to the bedroom, and slammed the door.
The nerve of that man! Padma curled up underneath the blankets, still angry. He won't be getting a shag tomorrow, that's for certain, she thought, before closing her eyes.
CRASH!
"DEAN!" she screamed furiously, a whine coming into her voice. Once more, she got out of bed and walked to the top of the staircase.
Dean was lying at the the foot of the stairs.
Padma stood at the top of the stairs, simply looking down at him, waiting for him to move. Rolling her eyes at his idiotic behavior, she crossed her arms. After a full minute, she snapped, "All right, Dean. You can stop joking around now."
A snore was his reply.
"You've got to be joking!" said Padma disbelievingly. "Dean, now is not the time to be fooling around!"
Dean rolled over on the floor.
"Ooh," Padma simmered, making her way down the stairs. She was at the second to last step when she stopped. Holding onto the rail, she lifted her left foot and nudged him in the side. "Come on, wake up," she begged, now beginning to think that he really was asleep.
All of a sudden, a brown hand reached out and grabbed her foot, causing her to slip. A moment later, Dean had rolled over, pinning her beneath him. A huge smile was on his face. "Hey, muffin," he said sweetly.
Or, not so sweetly, as the smell of his breath was enough to make her hurl.
"Let me up."
"No."
"Let me up! I am very angry!" the brunette said shrilly, pounding her tiny fists into his wide, firm chest.
He laughed. "Oh, shut up, Paddy."
"Don't call me that, you drunk fool!"
"A drunk fool who loves you," he grinned.
She blushed again. "That might be true, but it's very late, you're drunk and you smell awful, and I am tired. I want to go to sleep!"
"I don't smell awful!"
"You do too! You need to take a bath!"
"Wanna take one with me?"
"Dean!"
"Yes?"
"Please let me go to sleep?"
"One kiss?"
"Fine," she grumbled, tilting her face to the side so he could kiss her cheek.
"Oh, that's not fair! I don't want to kiss you there!" He sounded positively scandalized.
"Then you don't have to kiss me at all, then!" Padma said, trying to wriggle away from him.
"Okay, okay!" he said hurriedly. He pecked her on the cheek, letting his lips linger there for a couple seconds before moving his mouth away.
"Now can I go to sleep?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
Padma looked up at her boyfriend to see that his eyes were closed and he was breathing softly. She became very aware that his head was resting on her chest and his arm was draped across her waist, while his legs were tangled with her left one.
She let out a wry chuckle. She pushed against him, which did almost nothing to move him off of her. He was way too heavy. "Oh, great," she complained loudly.
Five minutes later, when her own breath was even and she was half-asleep, she could have sworn she heard someone mutter, "Yup."
The first time I've ever written Dean/Padma! How'd I do? Did I keep them IC?
This was inspired by the question on Paints and Prefects (i.e. Dean/Padma): What would Padma do if Dean came home drunk?
Category: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean comes home drunk and his girlfriend is not pleased.:D
CRASH!
Padma Patil woke up with a start and looked over at the spot where her boyfriend, Dean Thomas, was supposed to be sleeping. He wasn't there. He hadn't come home. In fact, that was probably him downstairs now. Stupid bastard, Padma thought tiredly. She gave another jump when another CRASH sounded.
"Oh, that is it, Mr. Thomas," she muttered angrily, climbing out of bed and grabbing her pink dressing gown, which she draped around her shoulders.
She made her way quickly and purposefully down the stairs, prepared to give Dean a piece of her mind. Padma turned on the lightswitch just above the staircase and looked down the flight of stairs to see her boyfriend staggering around, knocking over plant pots.
"Hey!" Padma said angrily. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
He turned to face her, and a crooked grin crossed his cocoa skin. "Hey, muffin," he said.
She rolled her eyes through the slight blush that tinged her cheeks. "That won't work this time, Dean. I can't believe you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
Padma narrowed her eyes. "Really? Prove it."
"Don't want to."
"Dean," she asked testily, tapping her fingernails on the stair railing impatiently, "I'm not waiting here all night. Are you coming upstairs or not?"
"Yeah, I'm coming," he answered, taking a step forward. He was unbalanced and nearly fell over. Padma let out a sigh.
"Or you can just sleep on the couch..." she suggested, bringing a hand to her clammy forhead.
"Don't want to."
Padma threw her hands up in the air, quite fed up with her boyfriend. "I don't care! Just who do you think you are, getting all drunk like that? Look at you, Dean! You're worse than Parvati!"
Dean giggled.
"Oh for heaven's sake, I am not putting up with this! I refuse! Goodnight, Dean." She stuck her chin in the air and haughtily made her way back to the bedroom, and slammed the door.
The nerve of that man! Padma curled up underneath the blankets, still angry. He won't be getting a shag tomorrow, that's for certain, she thought, before closing her eyes.
CRASH!
"DEAN!" she screamed furiously, a whine coming into her voice. Once more, she got out of bed and walked to the top of the staircase.
Dean was lying at the the foot of the stairs.
Padma stood at the top of the stairs, simply looking down at him, waiting for him to move. Rolling her eyes at his idiotic behavior, she crossed her arms. After a full minute, she snapped, "All right, Dean. You can stop joking around now."
A snore was his reply.
"You've got to be joking!" said Padma disbelievingly. "Dean, now is not the time to be fooling around!"
Dean rolled over on the floor.
"Ooh," Padma simmered, making her way down the stairs. She was at the second to last step when she stopped. Holding onto the rail, she lifted her left foot and nudged him in the side. "Come on, wake up," she begged, now beginning to think that he really was asleep.
All of a sudden, a brown hand reached out and grabbed her foot, causing her to slip. A moment later, Dean had rolled over, pinning her beneath him. A huge smile was on his face. "Hey, muffin," he said sweetly.
Or, not so sweetly, as the smell of his breath was enough to make her hurl.
"Let me up."
"No."
"Let me up! I am very angry!" the brunette said shrilly, pounding her tiny fists into his wide, firm chest.
He laughed. "Oh, shut up, Paddy."
"Don't call me that, you drunk fool!"
"A drunk fool who loves you," he grinned.
She blushed again. "That might be true, but it's very late, you're drunk and you smell awful, and I am tired. I want to go to sleep!"
"I don't smell awful!"
"You do too! You need to take a bath!"
"Wanna take one with me?"
"Dean!"
"Yes?"
"Please let me go to sleep?"
"One kiss?"
"Fine," she grumbled, tilting her face to the side so he could kiss her cheek.
"Oh, that's not fair! I don't want to kiss you there!" He sounded positively scandalized.
"Then you don't have to kiss me at all, then!" Padma said, trying to wriggle away from him.
"Okay, okay!" he said hurriedly. He pecked her on the cheek, letting his lips linger there for a couple seconds before moving his mouth away.
"Now can I go to sleep?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
Padma looked up at her boyfriend to see that his eyes were closed and he was breathing softly. She became very aware that his head was resting on her chest and his arm was draped across her waist, while his legs were tangled with her left one.
She let out a wry chuckle. She pushed against him, which did almost nothing to move him off of her. He was way too heavy. "Oh, great," she complained loudly.
Five minutes later, when her own breath was even and she was half-asleep, she could have sworn she heard someone mutter, "Yup."
The first time I've ever written Dean/Padma! How'd I do? Did I keep them IC?
This was inspired by the question on Paints and Prefects (i.e. Dean/Padma): What would Padma do if Dean came home drunk?