Drabbletag - "I've Got You"
Title: Got You Good
Prompt: Drabbletag 7 - "I've got you"
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Pairing: Holtzmann/Patty
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers, set after Ghostbusters
There’s a ring of bruises around Holtzmann’s wrist, five points of colour in the shape of Patty’s fingertips. Patty’s hand had been clammy and heated with panic as she held tight, dragging Holtzmann back up, frantically muttering, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
Erin may be the one who keeps getting slimed, but apparently Holtzmann’s the one destined to get thrown around. This is the third damn time she’s been tossed through a window or off a fire escape or over a balcony.
It’s also the third time Patty’s been there to catch her, always pulling her back to safety.
Holtzmann smiles to herself, pushing down on the bruises, exhaling softly at the dull ache.
“You okay?” Patty murmurs, holding out a soda.
Holtzmann responds by waving her wrist under Patty’s nose. “War wound,” she announces proudly. “I need medical attention.”
It’s bull, of course. She gets worse bruises from her duffle bag bumping against her hip. But Patty smiles affectionately, even though she rolls her eyes too. “I’ve got you,” she says, pressing the soda can to Holtzmann’s bruises, and Holtzmann doesn’t know if it’s the cool metal on her skin or Patty’s words that make her gasp softly.
Her eyelashes flutter, and she tilts her head back, grinning up at Patty. “Oh, it’s gonna take more than that,” she drawls. “I’m dying here.”
“Oh yeah?” Patty smirks wryly, already leaning down for a kiss, and the bruises on Holtzmann’s wrist throb wonderfully with the quickening of her pulse.
Prompt: Drabbletag 7 - "I've got you"
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Pairing: Holtzmann/Patty
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers, set after Ghostbusters
There’s a ring of bruises around Holtzmann’s wrist, five points of colour in the shape of Patty’s fingertips. Patty’s hand had been clammy and heated with panic as she held tight, dragging Holtzmann back up, frantically muttering, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
Erin may be the one who keeps getting slimed, but apparently Holtzmann’s the one destined to get thrown around. This is the third damn time she’s been tossed through a window or off a fire escape or over a balcony.
It’s also the third time Patty’s been there to catch her, always pulling her back to safety.
Holtzmann smiles to herself, pushing down on the bruises, exhaling softly at the dull ache.
“You okay?” Patty murmurs, holding out a soda.
Holtzmann responds by waving her wrist under Patty’s nose. “War wound,” she announces proudly. “I need medical attention.”
It’s bull, of course. She gets worse bruises from her duffle bag bumping against her hip. But Patty smiles affectionately, even though she rolls her eyes too. “I’ve got you,” she says, pressing the soda can to Holtzmann’s bruises, and Holtzmann doesn’t know if it’s the cool metal on her skin or Patty’s words that make her gasp softly.
Her eyelashes flutter, and she tilts her head back, grinning up at Patty. “Oh, it’s gonna take more than that,” she drawls. “I’m dying here.”
“Oh yeah?” Patty smirks wryly, already leaning down for a kiss, and the bruises on Holtzmann’s wrist throb wonderfully with the quickening of her pulse.