Blame charlotteschaos
This is entirely not my fault... well, not entirely at least.
Title: Irish, Whiskey and Scotch
Author: ridicu_liz
Pairing: Seamus/...
Rating: R
Warnings: Continuation of the evil MILF CRACK
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, not mine.
He hated to admit it. He would never admit it. It simply wasn’t true. Not possible. Seamus Finnigan did NOT have a thing for stern women….especially stern older women. It had nothing whatsoever to do with….no, he was not going to think about that.
“I’m Irish. Is it at all possible that you have failed to recognize this? I’m Irish. You have heard the saying about God and whiskey, yes?” Seamus rubbed his head. “’nough said.”
Yes, there had been whiskey. A lot of whiskey. He’d been celebrating…or perhaps mourning…or just screwing around. Oh, bad choice of words!
“Alright yes, Dean. Yes! I did. Furthermore, it was bloody brilliant. Now don’t give me that look. The woman has been providing instruction for years; and really, she could give lessons if you know what I mean.” Seamus winked. “She can turn into a cat, after all…pretty little pussy.”
It was probably not a good thing when one’s best mate turned greenish-gray and shuddered. The choking sounds couldn’t be good either. This likely was not a sign of acceptance.
“Look, it’s not my fault! I was drunk! I can be excused for misinterpreting the sentence: ‘Mr. Finnigan, you will come with me now!’”
Title: Irish, Whiskey and Scotch
Author: ridicu_liz
Pairing: Seamus/...
Rating: R
Warnings: Continuation of the evil MILF CRACK
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, not mine.
He hated to admit it. He would never admit it. It simply wasn’t true. Not possible. Seamus Finnigan did NOT have a thing for stern women….especially stern older women. It had nothing whatsoever to do with….no, he was not going to think about that.
“I’m Irish. Is it at all possible that you have failed to recognize this? I’m Irish. You have heard the saying about God and whiskey, yes?” Seamus rubbed his head. “’nough said.”
Yes, there had been whiskey. A lot of whiskey. He’d been celebrating…or perhaps mourning…or just screwing around. Oh, bad choice of words!
“Alright yes, Dean. Yes! I did. Furthermore, it was bloody brilliant. Now don’t give me that look. The woman has been providing instruction for years; and really, she could give lessons if you know what I mean.” Seamus winked. “She can turn into a cat, after all…pretty little pussy.”
It was probably not a good thing when one’s best mate turned greenish-gray and shuddered. The choking sounds couldn’t be good either. This likely was not a sign of acceptance.
“Look, it’s not my fault! I was drunk! I can be excused for misinterpreting the sentence: ‘Mr. Finnigan, you will come with me now!’”