Behind Door Number 2 (David/Liz, PG-13)
Posted for the numb3rswriteoff Round 24, Rare Pairings. Prompt: Comic (Team Schmoop)
Title: Behind Door Number 2
Pairing/Characters: David/Liz
Rating: PG-13 (ummm… just to be safe)
Word Count: 1500
Summary: The night was full of little surprises.
Spoilers: 6.04 - Where Credit’s Due
Notes/Warnings: David/Liz is canon in my head so it didn’t seem like a rare pairing to me. But I asked spikedluv to make sure it fit the challenge and she reminded me that David/Liz isn’t actually canon (*sad face*) and there are maybe 5 people who have written the pairing. So… yeah. Please see Additional Author's Note if you're so inclined. A big thank you to julietm, always my first reader and beta. Thanks for laughing at all the parts you were supposed to laugh at and for smiling like a silly with me when you were done reading. You’re the best. ♥
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
This fic was written for the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at numb3rswriteoff. After you’ve read the fic, please rate it by voting in the poll located here. (Your vote will be anonymous.) Rate the fic on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being the best) using the following criteria: how well the fic fit the prompt, how schmoopy the fic was, and how well you enjoyed the fic. When you’re done, please check out the other challenge fic at numb3rswriteoff. Thank you!
Tonight was a big night for Special Agent David Sinclair. Tonight was the first night he was having dinner with Liz at her apartment. Yes, they’d been dating and sharing a bed for a while but she’d never asked him to come to her place. They always stayed at his two bedroom apartment downtown.
She had her reason, of course. And that reason was JoJo the Hamster.
Apparently, JoJo was very particular about who Liz let into the apartment and Liz loved the little fur ball enough she didn’t want her pet to get attached to someone only to have that person leave again. She needed to be sure of her feelings for David, needed to trust their relationship before she could introduce him to JoJo.
And tonight was the night. Liz was ready.
Surprisingly, he’d been nervous about meeting the little guy. A hamster? Seriously? It wasn’t like he was meeting her dad or her brother - not that he ever would considering Liz didn’t like to talk about her family let alone talk to them. He was being introduced to her hamster. He’d faced criminals a thousand times the size of JoJo; surely he was man enough to handle coming face to face with her beloved pet.
He followed the directions she’d given him and arrived exactly when he told her he’d be there. She’d opened the door and smiled adoringly at him as she often did; and he’d remembered then and there, he’d do anything for her. If meeting her pet hamster was that important to her, he’d man up and let JoJo know he planned to take good care of his Lizzy.
She invited him in but didn’t spend a lot of time giving him a tour of the place, probably assuming he could find his way around a two bedroom apartment with a layout similar to his. He’d looked around her living room, smiling at all the little touches that made this place distinctly hers before he saw what had to be JoJo’s cage in the corner of the room. It was time to meet the other man in Liz’s life.
Liz lifted JoJo from the cage and David couldn’t help thinking the hamster was smiling at her as though Liz were the love of his life. David recognized that smile - it was the same one on his own lips when he thought of Liz… even more so recently.
And then she was handing JoJo to David. Admittedly, his heart beat a little faster as the small rodent was placed into his large hand but he knew animals could smell fear. He calmed himself and when JoJo didn’t bite him as soon as he was in David’s hand, he thought he had the situation under control. The hamster sniffed him, watched him, looked like he was going to smile at him and just when he was about to smile back and say “I think he likes me,” JoJo the Miscreant Hamster pooped in David’s hand.
“JoJo!” Liz scolded, instantly scooping him out of David’s hand and putting him back in the cage.
“Tell me how you really feel pal,” David laughed as he shook his head at the little ball of fur who now seemed to be doing a victory lap inside his wheel.
“I’m so sorry,” Liz sighed with mortification in her voice until David leaned forward and kissed her. He didn’t dare touch her, considering the condition of his hand, but he felt her melting into him and he let his lips tell her it was okay.
When he pulled back, he was still smiling as he asked, “Is there some place I can wash my hands?”
Her eyes were still a little dreamy from the kiss as she nodded, biting her lip like she often did when she was nervous or, as David now understood, aroused. “Down the hall on your left,” she breathed, moving herself into the kitchen to try and focus on dinner.
He was still smiling as he turned down the hall, opening the first door on the left and immediately finding the second bedroom instead of the bathroom. He started to close the door but before he could, he recognized a familiar scent wafting from behind the barely opened door. Yes, he was just that nerdy when it came to comic books - he recognized the smell of the ink and paper and the distinct aroma of a collection.
Despite desperately needing to wash his hand, he couldn’t help himself. He had to open the door a little further. He used his clean hand to turn on the light and when he did, he could have sworn he heard a choir of angels singing to him.
Somehow in all the time he’d known Liz, she never once mentioned comic books. Actually, Liz never really talked much about her life away from the office, even in the intimate hours she shared with him. And as far as comics were concerned, he’d actually toned down his love of the graphic novels around her because he had to face facts: he really liked her and wanted to see her naked. Yes, he could be very persuasive but a geeky comic book obsession (and he really meant obsession) wasn’t exactly the best way to get a girl out of her clothes. He’d learned that the hard way.
Pushing the door open completely, and knowing he shouldn’t be in here without her permission, he took a step inside - convinced he’d died and gone to heaven. Liz’s collection nearly filled her second bedroom. She had comics in cases, others in protective hangings on the wall. She had crates and cabinets full of carefully stacked and ordered books. It was a collection that, in all honesty, rivaled his own. And now he wondered how many times had she walked past his second bedroom, not knowing it was full of rare, semi-rare and completely worn out copies of stories containing his favorite heroes and villains?
He took another step into the room and turned around just in time to see Liz looking back at him, smiling.
“Wrong room, Sinclair,” she said, leaning into the door frame. Her eyes were dancing, a shade of rich brown that emanated amusement and passion, letting him know she wasn’t really scolding him for being in here uninvited.
“Lizzy…” he breathed and looked around as though he were seeing her in a whole new light. “Why… how…” he bumbled, trying to find the question to ask.
She gave him a familiar patient smile as she too stepped into the room and looked at her collection. “Why didn’t I tell you I’m obsessed with comics?” she asked for him and he nodded.
He watched as she let her fingers slide gracefully across the air tight glass case housing a comic he recognized as one rare enough he hadn’t been able to find it. “Can you imagine what Granger would say if he knew about this? It’s hard enough watching him give you grief about it,” she smiled and her eyes let him know she had always known about David’s passion for these collectables despite his trying to hide it.
She took a step closer to him and then her smile turned crooked. “And besides, I couldn’t bear the thought of you falling in love with me only for my mint edition of Spider-Man: The Punisher!”
David laughed at that and used his clean hand to pull her against him. “Lizzy, I fell in love with you for your beautiful mind and smokin’ hot body,” he grinned even as he leaned down to kiss her tenderly. His grin widened when he pulled back, “Now, to be fair, I’m gonna have to marry you for your mint edition of Spider-Man: The Punisher.”
“I’d want a pre-nup,” she chuckled, eyes dancing as she looked at him and her words made David’s smile widen again. She’d not hesitated at the idea of marrying him... as long as he kept his hands off her comics. God he loved her, he thought before that wide smile softened with a familiar seduction.
“I think I could convince you otherwise,” he breathed and threatened to dip his head lower to trace the curve of her neck, just in that spot he knew to make her weak in the knees.
She laughed and pushed at him, taking a step back. “You’ll be hard pressed to convince me of anything until you wash the hamster poop off your hand. Now get,” she beamed and smacked his ass to send him off in the direction of the bathroom.
“Ooh baby, you know I like it rough,” he teased, accepting another playful smack before he gave her a wink and disappeared around the corner. He’d come here to meet her hamster and had broached the topic of marriage. Yes. Tonight was definitely a big night for Special Agent David Sinclair… and he’d be sure to thank Lizzy properly, just as soon as his hands were clean.
Title: Behind Door Number 2
Pairing/Characters: David/Liz
Rating: PG-13 (ummm… just to be safe)
Word Count: 1500
Summary: The night was full of little surprises.
Spoilers: 6.04 - Where Credit’s Due
Notes/Warnings: David/Liz is canon in my head so it didn’t seem like a rare pairing to me. But I asked spikedluv to make sure it fit the challenge and she reminded me that David/Liz isn’t actually canon (*sad face*) and there are maybe 5 people who have written the pairing. So… yeah. Please see Additional Author's Note if you're so inclined. A big thank you to julietm, always my first reader and beta. Thanks for laughing at all the parts you were supposed to laugh at and for smiling like a silly with me when you were done reading. You’re the best. ♥
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
This fic was written for the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at numb3rswriteoff. After you’ve read the fic, please rate it by voting in the poll located here. (Your vote will be anonymous.) Rate the fic on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being the best) using the following criteria: how well the fic fit the prompt, how schmoopy the fic was, and how well you enjoyed the fic. When you’re done, please check out the other challenge fic at numb3rswriteoff. Thank you!
Tonight was a big night for Special Agent David Sinclair. Tonight was the first night he was having dinner with Liz at her apartment. Yes, they’d been dating and sharing a bed for a while but she’d never asked him to come to her place. They always stayed at his two bedroom apartment downtown.
She had her reason, of course. And that reason was JoJo the Hamster.
Apparently, JoJo was very particular about who Liz let into the apartment and Liz loved the little fur ball enough she didn’t want her pet to get attached to someone only to have that person leave again. She needed to be sure of her feelings for David, needed to trust their relationship before she could introduce him to JoJo.
And tonight was the night. Liz was ready.
Surprisingly, he’d been nervous about meeting the little guy. A hamster? Seriously? It wasn’t like he was meeting her dad or her brother - not that he ever would considering Liz didn’t like to talk about her family let alone talk to them. He was being introduced to her hamster. He’d faced criminals a thousand times the size of JoJo; surely he was man enough to handle coming face to face with her beloved pet.
He followed the directions she’d given him and arrived exactly when he told her he’d be there. She’d opened the door and smiled adoringly at him as she often did; and he’d remembered then and there, he’d do anything for her. If meeting her pet hamster was that important to her, he’d man up and let JoJo know he planned to take good care of his Lizzy.
She invited him in but didn’t spend a lot of time giving him a tour of the place, probably assuming he could find his way around a two bedroom apartment with a layout similar to his. He’d looked around her living room, smiling at all the little touches that made this place distinctly hers before he saw what had to be JoJo’s cage in the corner of the room. It was time to meet the other man in Liz’s life.
Liz lifted JoJo from the cage and David couldn’t help thinking the hamster was smiling at her as though Liz were the love of his life. David recognized that smile - it was the same one on his own lips when he thought of Liz… even more so recently.
And then she was handing JoJo to David. Admittedly, his heart beat a little faster as the small rodent was placed into his large hand but he knew animals could smell fear. He calmed himself and when JoJo didn’t bite him as soon as he was in David’s hand, he thought he had the situation under control. The hamster sniffed him, watched him, looked like he was going to smile at him and just when he was about to smile back and say “I think he likes me,” JoJo the Miscreant Hamster pooped in David’s hand.
“JoJo!” Liz scolded, instantly scooping him out of David’s hand and putting him back in the cage.
“Tell me how you really feel pal,” David laughed as he shook his head at the little ball of fur who now seemed to be doing a victory lap inside his wheel.
“I’m so sorry,” Liz sighed with mortification in her voice until David leaned forward and kissed her. He didn’t dare touch her, considering the condition of his hand, but he felt her melting into him and he let his lips tell her it was okay.
When he pulled back, he was still smiling as he asked, “Is there some place I can wash my hands?”
Her eyes were still a little dreamy from the kiss as she nodded, biting her lip like she often did when she was nervous or, as David now understood, aroused. “Down the hall on your left,” she breathed, moving herself into the kitchen to try and focus on dinner.
He was still smiling as he turned down the hall, opening the first door on the left and immediately finding the second bedroom instead of the bathroom. He started to close the door but before he could, he recognized a familiar scent wafting from behind the barely opened door. Yes, he was just that nerdy when it came to comic books - he recognized the smell of the ink and paper and the distinct aroma of a collection.
Despite desperately needing to wash his hand, he couldn’t help himself. He had to open the door a little further. He used his clean hand to turn on the light and when he did, he could have sworn he heard a choir of angels singing to him.
Somehow in all the time he’d known Liz, she never once mentioned comic books. Actually, Liz never really talked much about her life away from the office, even in the intimate hours she shared with him. And as far as comics were concerned, he’d actually toned down his love of the graphic novels around her because he had to face facts: he really liked her and wanted to see her naked. Yes, he could be very persuasive but a geeky comic book obsession (and he really meant obsession) wasn’t exactly the best way to get a girl out of her clothes. He’d learned that the hard way.
Pushing the door open completely, and knowing he shouldn’t be in here without her permission, he took a step inside - convinced he’d died and gone to heaven. Liz’s collection nearly filled her second bedroom. She had comics in cases, others in protective hangings on the wall. She had crates and cabinets full of carefully stacked and ordered books. It was a collection that, in all honesty, rivaled his own. And now he wondered how many times had she walked past his second bedroom, not knowing it was full of rare, semi-rare and completely worn out copies of stories containing his favorite heroes and villains?
He took another step into the room and turned around just in time to see Liz looking back at him, smiling.
“Wrong room, Sinclair,” she said, leaning into the door frame. Her eyes were dancing, a shade of rich brown that emanated amusement and passion, letting him know she wasn’t really scolding him for being in here uninvited.
“Lizzy…” he breathed and looked around as though he were seeing her in a whole new light. “Why… how…” he bumbled, trying to find the question to ask.
She gave him a familiar patient smile as she too stepped into the room and looked at her collection. “Why didn’t I tell you I’m obsessed with comics?” she asked for him and he nodded.
He watched as she let her fingers slide gracefully across the air tight glass case housing a comic he recognized as one rare enough he hadn’t been able to find it. “Can you imagine what Granger would say if he knew about this? It’s hard enough watching him give you grief about it,” she smiled and her eyes let him know she had always known about David’s passion for these collectables despite his trying to hide it.
She took a step closer to him and then her smile turned crooked. “And besides, I couldn’t bear the thought of you falling in love with me only for my mint edition of Spider-Man: The Punisher!”
David laughed at that and used his clean hand to pull her against him. “Lizzy, I fell in love with you for your beautiful mind and smokin’ hot body,” he grinned even as he leaned down to kiss her tenderly. His grin widened when he pulled back, “Now, to be fair, I’m gonna have to marry you for your mint edition of Spider-Man: The Punisher.”
“I’d want a pre-nup,” she chuckled, eyes dancing as she looked at him and her words made David’s smile widen again. She’d not hesitated at the idea of marrying him... as long as he kept his hands off her comics. God he loved her, he thought before that wide smile softened with a familiar seduction.
“I think I could convince you otherwise,” he breathed and threatened to dip his head lower to trace the curve of her neck, just in that spot he knew to make her weak in the knees.
She laughed and pushed at him, taking a step back. “You’ll be hard pressed to convince me of anything until you wash the hamster poop off your hand. Now get,” she beamed and smacked his ass to send him off in the direction of the bathroom.
“Ooh baby, you know I like it rough,” he teased, accepting another playful smack before he gave her a wink and disappeared around the corner. He’d come here to meet her hamster and had broached the topic of marriage. Yes. Tonight was definitely a big night for Special Agent David Sinclair… and he’d be sure to thank Lizzy properly, just as soon as his hands were clean.