Orte - Klassenzimmer (fürs Team)
Team: Aschenputtel
Challenge: Orte - Klassenzimmer (fürs Team)
Wörter: 393
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Matt/Becker-ish
A/N: Ich hatte da so ne Idee von Action und dramatischen Küssen, stattdessen gibt’s Bickering und Erinnerungen an Küsse, was ja praktisch das selbe ist.
Becker slammed the door shut, pressing all his weight against it as something bumped into it from the other side. The hinges screeched in protest, but the door didn’t give way. Yet.
“A little help, here?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Matt was pushing his shoulder into a cabinet close to the door and, okay, fair point. “This thing is bloody hea-- There you go!” He pushed the cabinet in front of the door and Becker hurried to get some chairs to wedge between floor and cabinet.
“Science class room. Good choice. - Wow, never thought I’d ever say that.” Becker hadn’t exactly disliked science, contrary to whatever his colleagues believed, he’d actually been pretty good at it, but still, being stuck in a class room, even a mildly entertaining one in which there was at least a chance of things going boom, didn’t quite make it into his top ten past times. - Well, other than that one time… He snorted.
“Figure I can cook up something here… Something funny, Becker?”
He shook his head. “Nah, just thought of something.”
“Revelling in memories of the last time you were stuck in school?”
“Kind of. Although the last time I was in school, that was actually with you and while I appreciate the whole salt and saving my life thing, the part about being bitten by that thing sort of put a damper on that experience.”
“There’s no pleasing you, is there?”
“Well, the second to last time I was stuck alone with a guy in a class room actually was quite pleasing...”
Matt had started rummaging through the supply closet, loading off flasks and beakers onto Becker’s arms. Now he looked up from this task to raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you implying what I think that you’re implying?”
“Hell no, we were fifteen! - Only snogging involved, but, hey, he was a good kisser.”
“Scandalous, Captain Becker. Who would have thought? Here, take these over to the bench, would you?”
“What are these chemicals?”
“Supplies to build a bomb,” Matt explained matter-of-factly and went to work.
Becker couldn’t help but grin manically. “Okay, this is rapidly shaping up to be my favourite school day ever.”
Another raised eyebrow. “And here I was thinking I would have to snog you for that.”
“Well, I might take you up on that later.”
Challenge: Orte - Klassenzimmer (fürs Team)
Wörter: 393
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Matt/Becker-ish
A/N: Ich hatte da so ne Idee von Action und dramatischen Küssen, stattdessen gibt’s Bickering und Erinnerungen an Küsse, was ja praktisch das selbe ist.
Becker slammed the door shut, pressing all his weight against it as something bumped into it from the other side. The hinges screeched in protest, but the door didn’t give way. Yet.
“A little help, here?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Matt was pushing his shoulder into a cabinet close to the door and, okay, fair point. “This thing is bloody hea-- There you go!” He pushed the cabinet in front of the door and Becker hurried to get some chairs to wedge between floor and cabinet.
“Science class room. Good choice. - Wow, never thought I’d ever say that.” Becker hadn’t exactly disliked science, contrary to whatever his colleagues believed, he’d actually been pretty good at it, but still, being stuck in a class room, even a mildly entertaining one in which there was at least a chance of things going boom, didn’t quite make it into his top ten past times. - Well, other than that one time… He snorted.
“Figure I can cook up something here… Something funny, Becker?”
He shook his head. “Nah, just thought of something.”
“Revelling in memories of the last time you were stuck in school?”
“Kind of. Although the last time I was in school, that was actually with you and while I appreciate the whole salt and saving my life thing, the part about being bitten by that thing sort of put a damper on that experience.”
“There’s no pleasing you, is there?”
“Well, the second to last time I was stuck alone with a guy in a class room actually was quite pleasing...”
Matt had started rummaging through the supply closet, loading off flasks and beakers onto Becker’s arms. Now he looked up from this task to raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you implying what I think that you’re implying?”
“Hell no, we were fifteen! - Only snogging involved, but, hey, he was a good kisser.”
“Scandalous, Captain Becker. Who would have thought? Here, take these over to the bench, would you?”
“What are these chemicals?”
“Supplies to build a bomb,” Matt explained matter-of-factly and went to work.
Becker couldn’t help but grin manically. “Okay, this is rapidly shaping up to be my favourite school day ever.”
Another raised eyebrow. “And here I was thinking I would have to snog you for that.”
“Well, I might take you up on that later.”