Ficlet: Pink (for flawed_karma)
Title: Pink
Author: osaki_nana_707
Pairings/Characters: ArthurxEames
Rating: PG
Word count: ~500
Warnings:a hint of language
Summary: I posted an entry over at my own journal where I claimed I would write a drabble/ficlet for anyone who posted me a prompt. This was flawed_karma's prompt:
"Pink socks. On Arthur. 'cause he did the laundry wrong or...something."
...and so this is what I came up with. Not the best, not the worst.
When Eames entered the flat, he had to check the thermostat because of the temperature in the room because it was so cold, but then he realized the iciness was coming off of Arthur who was sitting at the kitchen table looking absolutely ready to murder, and unfortunately Eames was the only living thing in the kitchen.
"Ah... hello," Eames greeted, playing dumb and hoping Arthur would believe it and move on.
"What have I told you about washing whites with colors?" Arthur asked, deadly quiet. The tone made his skin crawl with worry, goosebumps rising on the flesh of his forearms.
Oh, fuck.
"Ah--"
Arthur stood, mouth in a hard frown and said, "Get down on your knees."
"Oh, I see, we're playing a kinky game-"
"On your knees," Arthur demanded, and Eames immediately did as he was told. He was hoping he'd been right about the game, but unfortunately, he was once again wrong.
Arthur lifted his leg and planted his foot against the side of Eames's face. "What color are these socks, Eames?" Arthur asked.
Eames blinked.
"Answer the question, Mr. Eames."
"They're pink."
"That's correct. Now, if I recall, I never owned a pair of pink socks. Do you recall me ever owning a pair of pink socks?"
"I don't go rummaging through your sock drawer--"
"I don't own a pair of pink socks, Eames. You see, these socks used to be white. You washed them with your red socks, and now they're pink."
"Am I to be punished with a spanking?" Eames asked, grinning cheekily because he couldn't help himself. If he was going to be killed, he figured he might as well enjoy his last few minutes.
"Eames, I told you that you have to separate your whites from your colors! Fuck! Everyone knows that! Your incompetence sometimes is absolutely astounding, really it is."
"Personally, I think you should calm down. These pink socks are just precious on you."
"I'm not a two year old girl, Eames!" Arthur growled, getting riled up over being called precious, just as Eames had learned he did. "I don't wear pink socks! If I liked pink socks, I would already own a pair!"
"But you do own a pair," Eames continued cheekily, and really he'd be making just as much progress getting a shovel and digging a hole in the garden to bury himself in.
"These were white, Eames! I want white socks!"
"White socks are easy to purchase. It's the most common color of socks. These pink socks are much more interesting."
"I don't care about how interesting my socks are, and these pink socks are hideous, and I don't like them!"
"You're a sock racist," Eames said, and Arthur shoved him until he was sprawled on his back laughing uproariously.
"You're unbelievable," Arthur grumbled, stalking off somewhere else in the house to go pout. "God, why do I put up with you?!"
"Because you love me?" Eames called after him, not getting up from the floor.
"Yeah, I do! Asshole!" and Arthur slammed the door.
If you want me to write one for you, hop on over there. :P I'll write pretty much almost anything.
http://osaki-nana-707.livejournal.com/30136.html
Author: osaki_nana_707
Pairings/Characters: ArthurxEames
Rating: PG
Word count: ~500
Warnings:a hint of language
Summary: I posted an entry over at my own journal where I claimed I would write a drabble/ficlet for anyone who posted me a prompt. This was flawed_karma's prompt:
"Pink socks. On Arthur. 'cause he did the laundry wrong or...something."
...and so this is what I came up with. Not the best, not the worst.
When Eames entered the flat, he had to check the thermostat because of the temperature in the room because it was so cold, but then he realized the iciness was coming off of Arthur who was sitting at the kitchen table looking absolutely ready to murder, and unfortunately Eames was the only living thing in the kitchen.
"Ah... hello," Eames greeted, playing dumb and hoping Arthur would believe it and move on.
"What have I told you about washing whites with colors?" Arthur asked, deadly quiet. The tone made his skin crawl with worry, goosebumps rising on the flesh of his forearms.
Oh, fuck.
"Ah--"
Arthur stood, mouth in a hard frown and said, "Get down on your knees."
"Oh, I see, we're playing a kinky game-"
"On your knees," Arthur demanded, and Eames immediately did as he was told. He was hoping he'd been right about the game, but unfortunately, he was once again wrong.
Arthur lifted his leg and planted his foot against the side of Eames's face. "What color are these socks, Eames?" Arthur asked.
Eames blinked.
"Answer the question, Mr. Eames."
"They're pink."
"That's correct. Now, if I recall, I never owned a pair of pink socks. Do you recall me ever owning a pair of pink socks?"
"I don't go rummaging through your sock drawer--"
"I don't own a pair of pink socks, Eames. You see, these socks used to be white. You washed them with your red socks, and now they're pink."
"Am I to be punished with a spanking?" Eames asked, grinning cheekily because he couldn't help himself. If he was going to be killed, he figured he might as well enjoy his last few minutes.
"Eames, I told you that you have to separate your whites from your colors! Fuck! Everyone knows that! Your incompetence sometimes is absolutely astounding, really it is."
"Personally, I think you should calm down. These pink socks are just precious on you."
"I'm not a two year old girl, Eames!" Arthur growled, getting riled up over being called precious, just as Eames had learned he did. "I don't wear pink socks! If I liked pink socks, I would already own a pair!"
"But you do own a pair," Eames continued cheekily, and really he'd be making just as much progress getting a shovel and digging a hole in the garden to bury himself in.
"These were white, Eames! I want white socks!"
"White socks are easy to purchase. It's the most common color of socks. These pink socks are much more interesting."
"I don't care about how interesting my socks are, and these pink socks are hideous, and I don't like them!"
"You're a sock racist," Eames said, and Arthur shoved him until he was sprawled on his back laughing uproariously.
"You're unbelievable," Arthur grumbled, stalking off somewhere else in the house to go pout. "God, why do I put up with you?!"
"Because you love me?" Eames called after him, not getting up from the floor.
"Yeah, I do! Asshole!" and Arthur slammed the door.
If you want me to write one for you, hop on over there. :P I'll write pretty much almost anything.
http://osaki-nana-707.livejournal.com/30136.html