Drabbles: "Electricity", "Indecency"
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Electricity
Pairing/Characters: Rebecca, Havoc
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: L: Lightning Strikes; Fullmetal Alchemist; Jean Havoc and Rebecca Catalina. For evil_little_dog!
Word Count: 252
The storm outside was obnoxious, by her standards, but gave her a good opportunity to worm her way into her… well, she wasn’t sure what to call him. They were friends, though a little more-if his wandering hands had anything to say about it; not colleague, but the colleague of her best friend, as well as the subordinate of her best friend’s fiancé. There were so many technicalities, and yet there were so many instances in which they were iron clad.
Rebecca’s power had gone out, and being the wonderful person she was, trekked out into the storm in order to go harass a certain someone in order to keep her company.
She wasn’t going to admit that she was afraid of storms in hopes he would hold her until it passed, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. No, because that’s all he would do: hold her and chatter incessantly until the moment passed. No, she wanted him to know that she wasn’t afraid of storms, necessarily, but that the electricity in the air turned her on. Greatly.
The sense of impending doom that the sky brought forth was enough to get her going. The electrical charge almost ran through her veins with how thick it hung in the air. Rebecca thrived off of the feeling. She knew what was coming, and with that in mind she raced to the Havoc household. She needed to transfer this electricity before she blew a fuse. Well, unless the fuse she was blowing was…
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Title: Indecency
Pairing/Characters: Spike/Faye
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: J: Jealousy; Cowboy Bebop; Spike/Faye. For shannon_07!
Word Count: 262
Spike put down the newspaper. Faye had walked into the room, looking even more knockout gorgeous than usual. He wouldn’t let her get away with it, though. “And where do you think you’re going?”
Faye rolled her eyes, dropping her shoes onto the ground to step into. “What are you, my father? I don’t have to tell you anything.” She checked the contents of her purse before slipping her high heels on.
Her ruby red dress was sinfully tight and dangerously short. One wrong move…
“Fine, don’t tell me. I’d watch that mouth if I were you, you know. Guys might want to put its wagging tongue to use with how much you talk.” He raised his newspaper in order to feign disinterest.
She glared, stomping over to him in order to snatch the paper out of his hands. “Why do you care so much, you pig?”
He shrugged noncommittally. “So, when you get your ass arrested later for intent of prostitution, I’ll know where you are.”
“You’re such an asshole!”
“What? Come on,” he said, sizing her up again. Gesturing to the deep cleavage and high slits on the side, Spike watched her fume. “You’re askin’ for it, babe.”
She shook her head, haughtily barking out a “ha!” at him. “From you? No thanks. I’d rather get arrested for prostitution than deal with your shit.”
“Suit yourself. I’m just looking out for you.” His tone said anything but.
“Fat chance. You just need to get laid.”
He shrugged again before learning down to pick up his fallen newspaper. “No arguments there.”
Title: Electricity
Pairing/Characters: Rebecca, Havoc
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: L: Lightning Strikes; Fullmetal Alchemist; Jean Havoc and Rebecca Catalina. For evil_little_dog!
Word Count: 252
The storm outside was obnoxious, by her standards, but gave her a good opportunity to worm her way into her… well, she wasn’t sure what to call him. They were friends, though a little more-if his wandering hands had anything to say about it; not colleague, but the colleague of her best friend, as well as the subordinate of her best friend’s fiancé. There were so many technicalities, and yet there were so many instances in which they were iron clad.
Rebecca’s power had gone out, and being the wonderful person she was, trekked out into the storm in order to go harass a certain someone in order to keep her company.
She wasn’t going to admit that she was afraid of storms in hopes he would hold her until it passed, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. No, because that’s all he would do: hold her and chatter incessantly until the moment passed. No, she wanted him to know that she wasn’t afraid of storms, necessarily, but that the electricity in the air turned her on. Greatly.
The sense of impending doom that the sky brought forth was enough to get her going. The electrical charge almost ran through her veins with how thick it hung in the air. Rebecca thrived off of the feeling. She knew what was coming, and with that in mind she raced to the Havoc household. She needed to transfer this electricity before she blew a fuse. Well, unless the fuse she was blowing was…
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Title: Indecency
Pairing/Characters: Spike/Faye
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: J: Jealousy; Cowboy Bebop; Spike/Faye. For shannon_07!
Word Count: 262
Spike put down the newspaper. Faye had walked into the room, looking even more knockout gorgeous than usual. He wouldn’t let her get away with it, though. “And where do you think you’re going?”
Faye rolled her eyes, dropping her shoes onto the ground to step into. “What are you, my father? I don’t have to tell you anything.” She checked the contents of her purse before slipping her high heels on.
Her ruby red dress was sinfully tight and dangerously short. One wrong move…
“Fine, don’t tell me. I’d watch that mouth if I were you, you know. Guys might want to put its wagging tongue to use with how much you talk.” He raised his newspaper in order to feign disinterest.
She glared, stomping over to him in order to snatch the paper out of his hands. “Why do you care so much, you pig?”
He shrugged noncommittally. “So, when you get your ass arrested later for intent of prostitution, I’ll know where you are.”
“You’re such an asshole!”
“What? Come on,” he said, sizing her up again. Gesturing to the deep cleavage and high slits on the side, Spike watched her fume. “You’re askin’ for it, babe.”
She shook her head, haughtily barking out a “ha!” at him. “From you? No thanks. I’d rather get arrested for prostitution than deal with your shit.”
“Suit yourself. I’m just looking out for you.” His tone said anything but.
“Fat chance. You just need to get laid.”
He shrugged again before learning down to pick up his fallen newspaper. “No arguments there.”