The Dangers of Closet Sex
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: The Dangers Of Closet Sex
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Truly Pack (OC), Deven Wilkins (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.10/P.09 Almost Done
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 10-35/#23-Annoyed
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY, but Deven and Truly I do. Ask before you use them?
Summary: Don and Truly get caught in an awkward situation, by Deven.
Authors Note: I so enjoyed writing this. It’s amazingly cute for them.
Don had Truly on her back as they made out on her couch, breaking apart as a phone started ringing somewhere in Truly’s apartment. Truly looked up at Don with a frown.
"I thought you turned your phone off."
"I thought you turned off yours."
"Which means that it’s my house phone," muttered Truly, pushing Don off her enough so that she could reach around him and grab her phone on the end table. "This is Truly, who the fuck is this?"
Don smirked at her and sat back against the couch, cocking his head a t the view he had of her backside before pulling her onto his lap and kissing her neck as she listened to someone talking to her on the other end.
"Dev? Deven, slow down, what do you want again?" asked Truly her breath hitching in her throat as Don unbuttoned her shirt, trailing his lips down her neck. She shook her head, trying to understand what Deven was saying to her. "I- I am listening, I’m just distracted."
"Well, become undistracted," said Deven, annoyance in his voice. "Are you listening?"
"I told you I was," said Truly again, swatting Don’s shoulder as he unhooked her bra. She pulled her phone away from her ear and shot Don a glare. "Knock it off," she hissed at him, only earning herself a kiss on the nose.
"So you’ll be in?"
"I’ll what?" asked Truly, jerking out of Don’s grasp and placing her hand on his face so he wouldn’t distract her.
"A few of the actors ripped their costume, and you need to resize one of them. Can you get in here in about an hour so I don’t loose a day of dress rehearsal tomorrow?"
"No one’s gonna be there right?" asked Truly.
"Didn’t I say that?"
"I don’t know, I was being distracted," said Truly, shooting a glare at Don who just rolled his eyes. "I can be there in an hour."
"Good," said Deven, hanging up his phone in irritation. Don looked at Truly and pointed to the hand covering his mouth.
"Sorry," muttered Truly, removing her hand from his face. "I have to go to work."
"Seriously?" asked Don. Truly nodded and tugged on his tie.
"But you get to come with me," said Truly, grinning wickedly and climbing off of the couch. Don raised his eyebrows and followed her.
.
"So here we are, in a completely abandoned theater and you’re...actually working," said Don, dropping himself into a chair next to Truly. She rolled her eyes at him and pointed a pair of sheering scissors at him.
"If you’re good I’ll finished what we started earlier."
"Where?"
Truly gave Don a looked and went back to work, feeling his eyes on her and growing more uncomfortable with him when he didn’t let up.
"Alright, fine," hissed Truly, tossing the things she was working with onto the table in front of her and standing up. "C’mon."
"Where we goin’?" asked Don, letting her pull him to his feet.
"Supply closet."
.
Deven poked his head out of his office door, concerned by the fact that he couldn’t hear Truly and her boyfriend talking anymore.
"Maybe she duct taped him to a chair," muttered Deven, walking out of his office and wandering into Truly’s general workspace. He turned in a circle, wondering where she could possibly be. She wouldn’t have gone home without either telling him or finishing her work.
Deven’s gaze stopped on the supply closet door, after hearing a very interesting thump come from it. He walked over to said closet, silently praying that what he thought was going on, really wasn’t going on. He opened the door sharply, and watched as Truly and Don fell out of the closet (thankfully almost fully clothed), Truly landing on top of Don.
"Oh shit," hissed Truly, dropping her head onto Don’s chest guiltily, while he just grimaced at their situation.
"What the hell are you two doing?" asked Deven seriously. Truly looked up at him and gave him a grin.
"Nothing?"
"You are so lucky I like you," said Deven, shaking his head, but pointing down at Don. "Not you. I don’t like you."
Title: The Dangers Of Closet Sex
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Truly Pack (OC), Deven Wilkins (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.10/P.09 Almost Done
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 10-35/#23-Annoyed
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY, but Deven and Truly I do. Ask before you use them?
Summary: Don and Truly get caught in an awkward situation, by Deven.
Authors Note: I so enjoyed writing this. It’s amazingly cute for them.
Don had Truly on her back as they made out on her couch, breaking apart as a phone started ringing somewhere in Truly’s apartment. Truly looked up at Don with a frown.
"I thought you turned your phone off."
"I thought you turned off yours."
"Which means that it’s my house phone," muttered Truly, pushing Don off her enough so that she could reach around him and grab her phone on the end table. "This is Truly, who the fuck is this?"
Don smirked at her and sat back against the couch, cocking his head a t the view he had of her backside before pulling her onto his lap and kissing her neck as she listened to someone talking to her on the other end.
"Dev? Deven, slow down, what do you want again?" asked Truly her breath hitching in her throat as Don unbuttoned her shirt, trailing his lips down her neck. She shook her head, trying to understand what Deven was saying to her. "I- I am listening, I’m just distracted."
"Well, become undistracted," said Deven, annoyance in his voice. "Are you listening?"
"I told you I was," said Truly again, swatting Don’s shoulder as he unhooked her bra. She pulled her phone away from her ear and shot Don a glare. "Knock it off," she hissed at him, only earning herself a kiss on the nose.
"So you’ll be in?"
"I’ll what?" asked Truly, jerking out of Don’s grasp and placing her hand on his face so he wouldn’t distract her.
"A few of the actors ripped their costume, and you need to resize one of them. Can you get in here in about an hour so I don’t loose a day of dress rehearsal tomorrow?"
"No one’s gonna be there right?" asked Truly.
"Didn’t I say that?"
"I don’t know, I was being distracted," said Truly, shooting a glare at Don who just rolled his eyes. "I can be there in an hour."
"Good," said Deven, hanging up his phone in irritation. Don looked at Truly and pointed to the hand covering his mouth.
"Sorry," muttered Truly, removing her hand from his face. "I have to go to work."
"Seriously?" asked Don. Truly nodded and tugged on his tie.
"But you get to come with me," said Truly, grinning wickedly and climbing off of the couch. Don raised his eyebrows and followed her.
.
"So here we are, in a completely abandoned theater and you’re...actually working," said Don, dropping himself into a chair next to Truly. She rolled her eyes at him and pointed a pair of sheering scissors at him.
"If you’re good I’ll finished what we started earlier."
"Where?"
Truly gave Don a looked and went back to work, feeling his eyes on her and growing more uncomfortable with him when he didn’t let up.
"Alright, fine," hissed Truly, tossing the things she was working with onto the table in front of her and standing up. "C’mon."
"Where we goin’?" asked Don, letting her pull him to his feet.
"Supply closet."
.
Deven poked his head out of his office door, concerned by the fact that he couldn’t hear Truly and her boyfriend talking anymore.
"Maybe she duct taped him to a chair," muttered Deven, walking out of his office and wandering into Truly’s general workspace. He turned in a circle, wondering where she could possibly be. She wouldn’t have gone home without either telling him or finishing her work.
Deven’s gaze stopped on the supply closet door, after hearing a very interesting thump come from it. He walked over to said closet, silently praying that what he thought was going on, really wasn’t going on. He opened the door sharply, and watched as Truly and Don fell out of the closet (thankfully almost fully clothed), Truly landing on top of Don.
"Oh shit," hissed Truly, dropping her head onto Don’s chest guiltily, while he just grimaced at their situation.
"What the hell are you two doing?" asked Deven seriously. Truly looked up at him and gave him a grin.
"Nothing?"
"You are so lucky I like you," said Deven, shaking his head, but pointing down at Don. "Not you. I don’t like you."