Friday Night...
Title: Friday night.
Prompt: Vampire Squid
Warnings: None
Summary: The beginnings of a dirty weekend.
“So,” Will put their bags down and looked around the cramped cabin as Helen started to remove her coat and scarf. “is this the Sanctuary equivalent of a dirty weekend?”
They had begun their journey to Italy almost fourteen hours previously, leaving behind a confused yeti and a bemused werewolf to watch the Sanctuary. Will hoped neither had caught on, for Helen's sake more than his own, as they climbed into the car and waved goodbye. Perhaps the flare of biggie's nostrils and the quick look he gave Henry meant something, though Will liked to pretend they were as clueless as Kate.
“I don't know Will,” Helen frowned “I really couldn't say.”
It had been planned well, coinciding with the mating season for the local Satyrs, known for their dangerous behavior. Helen couldn't be expected to travel alone, and Kate wasn't at all interested in watching a dozen homocapri rut when there were there were guns to be played with. So Will had volunteered, begrudgingly, before anyone else had the chance to.
“That probably wasn't the best joke to make, was it.” he stated as he took her coat and hung it, then removed his own “I didn't mean it to sound like...”
Of course he knew she expected nothing, and he too was more than happy to simply spend his time in her company. Still, if it had been any other woman there would be a line of propriety drawn well before the suggestion of a dirty weekend before he had even bought her dinner.
“I know,” she nodded, collapsing onto a sofa and sighing “I swear, next time someone asks to borrow my plane I will point blank refuse. I can not believe how bad the commercial airlines have become.”
“And they don't even have a vampire squid to contend with,” he sat down beside her and stretched “let alone a rouge sea scorpion.”
“Perhaps if they did they would move a little faster,” she lent her head against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes “then we may have made the first landing attempt and not had to circle for twenty minutes.”
“That flight attendant,” Will laughed “when you threatened to fly the plane yourself. I think she almost hit the panic alarm.”
“She did hit the panic alarm,” Helen nudged his shoulder “while you were asleep. I ended up having to explain to a rather burly air marshal that I had a pilots license with over twenty thousand hours experience. He didn't believe a word until I dug it out of my bag.”
“Did I fall asleep?” Will asked
“You did,” she nodded “twice. You looked rather sweet.”
“Did I?”
“You did.” Helen confirmed as she opened her eyes to find him leaning on the back of the couch, watching her carefully. He was inches away examining her features as she slouched lazily next to him, lips curved and eyes tired. “Very sweet.”
Will wanted to say something provocative then, something that revolved around him tasting as he looked, but his mind had temporarily stopped processing logical thought. He couldn't think of a come back, though he had no doubt he would have twenty in an hours time, instead he brushed a piece of her hair away from her face and continued to watch her.
“Do you want me to make you some dinner?” he asked finally “You didn't eat on the plane, and you ought to keep your strength up. We don't want those Satyrs getting the upper hand.”
“That would be lovely, Will.”
He rose from the sofa and moved off to the kitchen to see what supplies they had been left, looking back as he went. She had sat up slightly, and her gaze was much too low to meet his eyes until she looked up. It wasn't until he got into the kitchen he realized why. Helen Magnus had been staring at his ass.
Will smiled and opened a cupboard, assuming cooking dinner was just as viable as buying it.
Prompt: Vampire Squid
Warnings: None
Summary: The beginnings of a dirty weekend.
“So,” Will put their bags down and looked around the cramped cabin as Helen started to remove her coat and scarf. “is this the Sanctuary equivalent of a dirty weekend?”
They had begun their journey to Italy almost fourteen hours previously, leaving behind a confused yeti and a bemused werewolf to watch the Sanctuary. Will hoped neither had caught on, for Helen's sake more than his own, as they climbed into the car and waved goodbye. Perhaps the flare of biggie's nostrils and the quick look he gave Henry meant something, though Will liked to pretend they were as clueless as Kate.
“I don't know Will,” Helen frowned “I really couldn't say.”
It had been planned well, coinciding with the mating season for the local Satyrs, known for their dangerous behavior. Helen couldn't be expected to travel alone, and Kate wasn't at all interested in watching a dozen homocapri rut when there were there were guns to be played with. So Will had volunteered, begrudgingly, before anyone else had the chance to.
“That probably wasn't the best joke to make, was it.” he stated as he took her coat and hung it, then removed his own “I didn't mean it to sound like...”
Of course he knew she expected nothing, and he too was more than happy to simply spend his time in her company. Still, if it had been any other woman there would be a line of propriety drawn well before the suggestion of a dirty weekend before he had even bought her dinner.
“I know,” she nodded, collapsing onto a sofa and sighing “I swear, next time someone asks to borrow my plane I will point blank refuse. I can not believe how bad the commercial airlines have become.”
“And they don't even have a vampire squid to contend with,” he sat down beside her and stretched “let alone a rouge sea scorpion.”
“Perhaps if they did they would move a little faster,” she lent her head against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes “then we may have made the first landing attempt and not had to circle for twenty minutes.”
“That flight attendant,” Will laughed “when you threatened to fly the plane yourself. I think she almost hit the panic alarm.”
“She did hit the panic alarm,” Helen nudged his shoulder “while you were asleep. I ended up having to explain to a rather burly air marshal that I had a pilots license with over twenty thousand hours experience. He didn't believe a word until I dug it out of my bag.”
“Did I fall asleep?” Will asked
“You did,” she nodded “twice. You looked rather sweet.”
“Did I?”
“You did.” Helen confirmed as she opened her eyes to find him leaning on the back of the couch, watching her carefully. He was inches away examining her features as she slouched lazily next to him, lips curved and eyes tired. “Very sweet.”
Will wanted to say something provocative then, something that revolved around him tasting as he looked, but his mind had temporarily stopped processing logical thought. He couldn't think of a come back, though he had no doubt he would have twenty in an hours time, instead he brushed a piece of her hair away from her face and continued to watch her.
“Do you want me to make you some dinner?” he asked finally “You didn't eat on the plane, and you ought to keep your strength up. We don't want those Satyrs getting the upper hand.”
“That would be lovely, Will.”
He rose from the sofa and moved off to the kitchen to see what supplies they had been left, looking back as he went. She had sat up slightly, and her gaze was much too low to meet his eyes until she looked up. It wasn't until he got into the kitchen he realized why. Helen Magnus had been staring at his ass.
Will smiled and opened a cupboard, assuming cooking dinner was just as viable as buying it.