Fic: Public Indecency (1/1)
Title: Public Indecency
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 278
Summary:The consequences of accidentally pressing "Print" on your instant messenger screen, instead of "Save As." For the sd_ldws Week Four Challenge -- Genre/cliché: Text, IM, Phone, or Email; Prompt: A jammed printer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: Another that I’m a bit unsure of, but again -- here it goes.
Public Indecency
Kono’s frowning at the paper in her hands just as Chin rounds the corner. “I think this printer’s busted.”
“Jammed again?” Chin asks as she scans the printout.
“No, it’s just,” she bites her lip in concentration, narrowing her gaze at the words; “It doesn’t make sense. This isn’t what I printed.”
Chin reads the ink as it trails down the page:
Whatcha wearing?
You know exactly what I’m wearing.
Because you wear the same godawful ensemble every day?
Or because you saw me ten minutes ago, and you’re watching me through the blinds as you type.
Take off the tie.
Fuck you.
Your office or mine?
You’re genuinely disturbed.
Unbutton your shirt.
Deranged. I’m not kidding.
Don’t leave me hanging, Danno. Just need a little help over the edge.
This not your personal strip-show, Steven. I do not exist to get you off.
S’not what you were sayin’ last night, babe.
They don’t get any further before Danny walks quickly past them, too many wrinkles in his clothes -- his tie conspicuously undone.
Kono smirks and folds the paper into her pocket for future leverage. “I’m figuring they meant to press ‘delete’?”
“Or ‘save,” Chin counters. “You never know.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 278
Summary:The consequences of accidentally pressing "Print" on your instant messenger screen, instead of "Save As." For the sd_ldws Week Four Challenge -- Genre/cliché: Text, IM, Phone, or Email; Prompt: A jammed printer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: Another that I’m a bit unsure of, but again -- here it goes.
Public Indecency
Kono’s frowning at the paper in her hands just as Chin rounds the corner. “I think this printer’s busted.”
“Jammed again?” Chin asks as she scans the printout.
“No, it’s just,” she bites her lip in concentration, narrowing her gaze at the words; “It doesn’t make sense. This isn’t what I printed.”
Chin reads the ink as it trails down the page:
Whatcha wearing?
You know exactly what I’m wearing.
Because you wear the same godawful ensemble every day?
Or because you saw me ten minutes ago, and you’re watching me through the blinds as you type.
Take off the tie.
Fuck you.
Your office or mine?
You’re genuinely disturbed.
Unbutton your shirt.
Deranged. I’m not kidding.
Don’t leave me hanging, Danno. Just need a little help over the edge.
This not your personal strip-show, Steven. I do not exist to get you off.
S’not what you were sayin’ last night, babe.
They don’t get any further before Danny walks quickly past them, too many wrinkles in his clothes -- his tie conspicuously undone.
Kono smirks and folds the paper into her pocket for future leverage. “I’m figuring they meant to press ‘delete’?”
“Or ‘save,” Chin counters. “You never know.”