Don/Truly- It's His Fault
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: It’s His Fault
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr./Truly Pack (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.07; P.22 Magic in the Air
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: This time, he gets to make her feel better.
Authors Note: This is following What Does That Have To Do With Bananas?.
Don leaned his shoulder against the doors to Truly’s apartments as he tried to get Truly to open the door for him. She wasn’t answering her phone so it wasn’t likely that she wasn’t busy, but she wasn’t at her studio and Deven didn’t know where she was (and had given him a dirty look when Don had asked him where she was), so she was probably in her apartment.
And if she wasn’t, Don really didn’t want to know where she was.
"Mr. Detective Flack?" Don looked down as a little girl on Truly’s floor walked up to him. He smiled down at her. "Did Miss Truly lock you out?"
"I’m sorry," before Don could answer the girl, her mother walked up, scooping the girl into her arms. "Don’t bother the detective, Lucy."
"It’s okay," said Don with a grin as Lucy’s mother pulled out her keys.
"I haven’t seen you in a while," said the woman, opening the door and holding it open for Don so he could come in. Don nodded to her in thanks and walked in. "Did Truly lock you out?"
"Yeah," said Don quickly, giving the woman and Lucy a grin before heading towards the elevators and up towards Truly’s apartment.
Don hesitated before knocking on Truly’s door. His pulse quickened a bit and he wondered if Truly really wasn’t home. That thought quickly vanished as the deadbolt on the other side of the door scraped and the door opened, revealing a very pale looking Truly with tousled hair. Don frowned, becoming slightly worried.
"Are you sick?" he asked her. Truly half shrugged, half shook her head.
"I’m detoxing still, so I guess I’m sick," Don nodded and went silent.
Figures, she was trying to get better, and Don was just going to put her right back where she started.
"What are you doing here?" asked Truly suddenly, folding her arms over her chest and tilting her head to the side, obviously not happy to see him in her doorstep.
"Eddie Randle didn’t kill Frankie," said Don softly. Truly arms fell down to her sides as she looked at him speechlessly.
"What do you mean he didn’t kill Frankie? He shot him."
"No, he didn’t," said Don. Truly swallowed, swaying on her feet and blinking heavily.
"This isn’t cool, Don. You can’t just come up here and tell me that the guy you told me killed my brother didn’t kill him," Don reached out to grab Truly’s arm before she fainted or fell over, slightly worried for her as she leaned into him.
"We’re going to find him," said Don soothingly, taking a step into Truly’s apartment and kicking the door closed. "It’s going to be okay, I promise."
Truly snorted into Don’s neck and shook her head. "I think I’ve said that before."
Don pulled Truly away from him slightly, locking eyes with her for what seemed like eternity before he kissed her. Truly made some sort of noise and Don pulled away, breathing heavily as he tasted Truly on his tongue.
"It’ll make you feel better," said Don, echoing the words Truly had used on him at Frankie’s funeral. "I promise."
Truly nodded and leaned up to kiss Don back, pulling away every now and then to breathe. Somehow, Truly ended up with her back against one of the walls in her apartment, her shirt ripped open and her pants somewhere by her front door along with Don’s jacket, shirt and belt.
Truly groaned as Don tore away from her mouth and leaned down to bite her neck, Truly drawing blood as she dug her nails into his back. It felt fine and it was going to hurt like hell in the morning, but Truly ranked her nails down Don’s back when he didn’t protest, gasping when Don’s hands slid down her waist, pulling her pelvis flush with his.
Don didn’t feel sick this time, this time he was taking advantage of her, but he still didn’t feel sick about it. Truly pushed his mouth off her neck and kissed him properly, sliding her tongue against his and moving her hands from his back to the front of his pants.
"Truly-" started Don, pulling away from Truly to try and say something. Truly shook her head and closed the minute space between them, pulling him closer to her by the front of his pants.
"I don’t care," Truly mumbled against Don’s mouth. "Whatever you have to say, I don’t care."
.
Don was staring at the ceiling when he woke up. He was in Truly’s bed, he knew that, but he didn’t know the time or how long he’d been there or if she was still there. He was afraid to look over and see if she was lying next to him, because if she was, there was a good chance she was awake, and if she wasn’t then he had to leave before she got back and they would pretend like nothing had happened.
Truly shifted next to him and sat up in bed, leaning on her elbow and staring down at Don.
"Knew you’d be awake," said Don trying not to be faltered by Truly’s stare.
"When do you have to be at work?" asked Truly, running her fingers through her hair.
"What time is it?"
"4 o’clock."
"In the morning?" Truly nodded and chuckled mirthlessly under her breath. Don sighed and shook his head, looking her up and down. "Why do we do this?" asked Don siting up looking Truly in the eyes. "It doesn’t prove anything other than the fact that-"
"We suck at life?" finished Truly, Don shook his head again and touched Truly’s cheek.
"I’m sorry," he said. Truly nodded and looked away. "Maybe I should leave."
"It’s four a.m. Don’t leave."
"What am I supposed to do then?" asked Don, his hand brushing back the dark hair that had fallen into Truly’s face. She turned her head slightly and kissed his palm, making Don chuckled scathingly, shaking his head, leaning forward and crushing his mouth against her’s. She groaned into his mouth as Don turned her over onto her back, propping one arm over her head to keep himself hovering over her.
He tore his lips away from her’s and gasped for breath. Truly leaned up and kissed him gently, running her hands over his arms and onto Don’s back.
"This is wrong," muttered Don under his breath, dipping his head and kissing Truly again. Her nails dug into his back and he groaned above her.
"So wrong."
Title: It’s His Fault
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr./Truly Pack (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.07; P.22 Magic in the Air
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: This time, he gets to make her feel better.
Authors Note: This is following What Does That Have To Do With Bananas?.
Don leaned his shoulder against the doors to Truly’s apartments as he tried to get Truly to open the door for him. She wasn’t answering her phone so it wasn’t likely that she wasn’t busy, but she wasn’t at her studio and Deven didn’t know where she was (and had given him a dirty look when Don had asked him where she was), so she was probably in her apartment.
And if she wasn’t, Don really didn’t want to know where she was.
"Mr. Detective Flack?" Don looked down as a little girl on Truly’s floor walked up to him. He smiled down at her. "Did Miss Truly lock you out?"
"I’m sorry," before Don could answer the girl, her mother walked up, scooping the girl into her arms. "Don’t bother the detective, Lucy."
"It’s okay," said Don with a grin as Lucy’s mother pulled out her keys.
"I haven’t seen you in a while," said the woman, opening the door and holding it open for Don so he could come in. Don nodded to her in thanks and walked in. "Did Truly lock you out?"
"Yeah," said Don quickly, giving the woman and Lucy a grin before heading towards the elevators and up towards Truly’s apartment.
Don hesitated before knocking on Truly’s door. His pulse quickened a bit and he wondered if Truly really wasn’t home. That thought quickly vanished as the deadbolt on the other side of the door scraped and the door opened, revealing a very pale looking Truly with tousled hair. Don frowned, becoming slightly worried.
"Are you sick?" he asked her. Truly half shrugged, half shook her head.
"I’m detoxing still, so I guess I’m sick," Don nodded and went silent.
Figures, she was trying to get better, and Don was just going to put her right back where she started.
"What are you doing here?" asked Truly suddenly, folding her arms over her chest and tilting her head to the side, obviously not happy to see him in her doorstep.
"Eddie Randle didn’t kill Frankie," said Don softly. Truly arms fell down to her sides as she looked at him speechlessly.
"What do you mean he didn’t kill Frankie? He shot him."
"No, he didn’t," said Don. Truly swallowed, swaying on her feet and blinking heavily.
"This isn’t cool, Don. You can’t just come up here and tell me that the guy you told me killed my brother didn’t kill him," Don reached out to grab Truly’s arm before she fainted or fell over, slightly worried for her as she leaned into him.
"We’re going to find him," said Don soothingly, taking a step into Truly’s apartment and kicking the door closed. "It’s going to be okay, I promise."
Truly snorted into Don’s neck and shook her head. "I think I’ve said that before."
Don pulled Truly away from him slightly, locking eyes with her for what seemed like eternity before he kissed her. Truly made some sort of noise and Don pulled away, breathing heavily as he tasted Truly on his tongue.
"It’ll make you feel better," said Don, echoing the words Truly had used on him at Frankie’s funeral. "I promise."
Truly nodded and leaned up to kiss Don back, pulling away every now and then to breathe. Somehow, Truly ended up with her back against one of the walls in her apartment, her shirt ripped open and her pants somewhere by her front door along with Don’s jacket, shirt and belt.
Truly groaned as Don tore away from her mouth and leaned down to bite her neck, Truly drawing blood as she dug her nails into his back. It felt fine and it was going to hurt like hell in the morning, but Truly ranked her nails down Don’s back when he didn’t protest, gasping when Don’s hands slid down her waist, pulling her pelvis flush with his.
Don didn’t feel sick this time, this time he was taking advantage of her, but he still didn’t feel sick about it. Truly pushed his mouth off her neck and kissed him properly, sliding her tongue against his and moving her hands from his back to the front of his pants.
"Truly-" started Don, pulling away from Truly to try and say something. Truly shook her head and closed the minute space between them, pulling him closer to her by the front of his pants.
"I don’t care," Truly mumbled against Don’s mouth. "Whatever you have to say, I don’t care."
.
Don was staring at the ceiling when he woke up. He was in Truly’s bed, he knew that, but he didn’t know the time or how long he’d been there or if she was still there. He was afraid to look over and see if she was lying next to him, because if she was, there was a good chance she was awake, and if she wasn’t then he had to leave before she got back and they would pretend like nothing had happened.
Truly shifted next to him and sat up in bed, leaning on her elbow and staring down at Don.
"Knew you’d be awake," said Don trying not to be faltered by Truly’s stare.
"When do you have to be at work?" asked Truly, running her fingers through her hair.
"What time is it?"
"4 o’clock."
"In the morning?" Truly nodded and chuckled mirthlessly under her breath. Don sighed and shook his head, looking her up and down. "Why do we do this?" asked Don siting up looking Truly in the eyes. "It doesn’t prove anything other than the fact that-"
"We suck at life?" finished Truly, Don shook his head again and touched Truly’s cheek.
"I’m sorry," he said. Truly nodded and looked away. "Maybe I should leave."
"It’s four a.m. Don’t leave."
"What am I supposed to do then?" asked Don, his hand brushing back the dark hair that had fallen into Truly’s face. She turned her head slightly and kissed his palm, making Don chuckled scathingly, shaking his head, leaning forward and crushing his mouth against her’s. She groaned into his mouth as Don turned her over onto her back, propping one arm over her head to keep himself hovering over her.
He tore his lips away from her’s and gasped for breath. Truly leaned up and kissed him gently, running her hands over his arms and onto Don’s back.
"This is wrong," muttered Don under his breath, dipping his head and kissing Truly again. Her nails dug into his back and he groaned above her.
"So wrong."