A small offering...
I suppose I should introduce myself: I've been a Weir/Caldwell fan from the first. The sweater! The snark! The sexual tension!
Anyway, I've written a drabble that's Weir/Caldwell, after a fashion. Enjoy!
He was in her office again. In the sweater, not the emasculating jumpsuit he normally wore. Oh God. It came back to her as she looked up at him. She’d fantasized about it last night. She felt her face redden. She’d imagined endless variations on how it might happen. The slow build out of mutual antagonism. After he beat her at chess. After she beat him at chess. When the Daedalus arrived from Earth. Perhaps even on the landing platform. Suddenly. Inevitably. The tension, building for so long. The satisfaction release promised.
God, but she was dying to slap him.
Anyway, I've written a drabble that's Weir/Caldwell, after a fashion. Enjoy!
He was in her office again. In the sweater, not the emasculating jumpsuit he normally wore. Oh God. It came back to her as she looked up at him. She’d fantasized about it last night. She felt her face redden. She’d imagined endless variations on how it might happen. The slow build out of mutual antagonism. After he beat her at chess. After she beat him at chess. When the Daedalus arrived from Earth. Perhaps even on the landing platform. Suddenly. Inevitably. The tension, building for so long. The satisfaction release promised.
God, but she was dying to slap him.