Due South: Maggie MacKenzie: PG: Miami
Title: Miami
Author: faycequevoudras
Character/Pairing/Group: Constable Maggie MacKenzie
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: A follow up piece to this with Maggie adjusting to Florida.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jessica Steen, Due South, or much of anything else.
Prompt: Wet
Everything was wet. No matter what time of day, how much or hot little clothes Maggie had on, or how recently she had showered, everything about her was constantly wet. At least when she was in the pool at the condominium, or in the ocean, it made sense, but the fact that stepping outside left her skin clammy and her hair damp was enough to make Maggie ponder catching the next flight back to Canada and never venturing past the border again.
Fraser seemed to have no trouble with it, none at all. No matter that it was nearly forty degrees celsius in the shade and the humidity was at 98%. In jeans, slacks, formal attire and shorts, Fraser always looked like he'd just stepped out of the pages of a catalog. Vecchio thrived in the humidity. He wore a jaunty hat and laughed and smiled and flirted with every woman he saw, no matter if she was fifteen or fifty. He was the life of the party. If it wasn't for Ray, she might have just climbed into the freezer and stayed there until she didn't feel like she was melting.
Extremes were not his forte. The icy tundra of the North or the skin frying heat of Miami, neither was his preference and within the condo things were tolerable. He'd had cental air installed, kept it so that things were just verging on icy and there was never a short supply of cold drinks and chilled beer. If not for Ray and the condo, her retired lifestyle might have quickly led to her returning to the job - even if it meant working at a desk.
"Not joining them for the crab party?" Amusement dripped from his tones as Ray dropped a can of beer on her stomach. Instantly the moisture wicked through her shirt, leaving a damp, cold spot against her skin. Maggie sighed.
"Let me think. Outside. Under a tent. Pots boiling. Salsa music. Beating crabs to death with a mallet. Hmmm, I think not,' she muttered, shifting to sit up with a snicker. "You?"
"I have cable, beer and a hot babe. What the hell is out there that I need,' he asked, shifting to stretch out on couch with his feet in Maggie's lap.
Pushing them off, she poked the bottom of the can as he took a drink, causing suds and beer to rush up his nose. "Your boyfriend, my brother,' she pointed out, shoving off the couch and heading for her room.
Author: faycequevoudras
Character/Pairing/Group: Constable Maggie MacKenzie
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: A follow up piece to this with Maggie adjusting to Florida.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jessica Steen, Due South, or much of anything else.
Prompt: Wet
Everything was wet. No matter what time of day, how much or hot little clothes Maggie had on, or how recently she had showered, everything about her was constantly wet. At least when she was in the pool at the condominium, or in the ocean, it made sense, but the fact that stepping outside left her skin clammy and her hair damp was enough to make Maggie ponder catching the next flight back to Canada and never venturing past the border again.
Fraser seemed to have no trouble with it, none at all. No matter that it was nearly forty degrees celsius in the shade and the humidity was at 98%. In jeans, slacks, formal attire and shorts, Fraser always looked like he'd just stepped out of the pages of a catalog. Vecchio thrived in the humidity. He wore a jaunty hat and laughed and smiled and flirted with every woman he saw, no matter if she was fifteen or fifty. He was the life of the party. If it wasn't for Ray, she might have just climbed into the freezer and stayed there until she didn't feel like she was melting.
Extremes were not his forte. The icy tundra of the North or the skin frying heat of Miami, neither was his preference and within the condo things were tolerable. He'd had cental air installed, kept it so that things were just verging on icy and there was never a short supply of cold drinks and chilled beer. If not for Ray and the condo, her retired lifestyle might have quickly led to her returning to the job - even if it meant working at a desk.
"Not joining them for the crab party?" Amusement dripped from his tones as Ray dropped a can of beer on her stomach. Instantly the moisture wicked through her shirt, leaving a damp, cold spot against her skin. Maggie sighed.
"Let me think. Outside. Under a tent. Pots boiling. Salsa music. Beating crabs to death with a mallet. Hmmm, I think not,' she muttered, shifting to sit up with a snicker. "You?"
"I have cable, beer and a hot babe. What the hell is out there that I need,' he asked, shifting to stretch out on couch with his feet in Maggie's lap.
Pushing them off, she poked the bottom of the can as he took a drink, causing suds and beer to rush up his nose. "Your boyfriend, my brother,' she pointed out, shoving off the couch and heading for her room.