Fic: Twice Shy (Adventure Inc, Without a Trace, Magnificent 7) Teen
Title: Twice Shy
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Without a Trace/Adventure Inc.
Prompt: 056 - Breakfast
Summary: The morning after.
Warning: Slash: don't read it if you're offended.
This is relevant to my claim because... Judson and Martin really are Chris and Vin. I swear.
Follows from Once Bitten
Table
Martin woke slowly, realisation coming gradually and disjointedly. The bed wasn’t his. His arm was numb as though he’d slept on it all night. The pillow his face was pressed against smelled of someone else’s shampoo. When he shifted a little he found that he ached in places he hadn’t ached in since college. The FBI and being under his father’s thumb had put a stop to that quite quickly. He buried his face into the pillow and groaned as realisation dawned.
“Morning, Special Agent,” Judson’s chipper voice said and Martin groaned again, pulling the blanket over his head. “Not a morning person, I take it? I have coffee.”
Martin lay for a moment longer, willing the bright blush from his features. Finally he lifted the blanket and sat up to see a room service cart piled with fruit and what smelled like bacon and eggs though the plates were covered. He also saw that Judson was telling the truth about the coffee. Martin looked up at Judson who grinned wickedly. He dropped his gaze.
“Last night… that’s not something I usually do,” he admitted.
“Pity, you’re quite good at it.”
Martin frowned at him for a moment before a blush rose anew across his face.
“Not that… well actually, that too, but I meant the hopping into bed with a stranger thing,” Martin stammered.
“I’m not complaining,” Judson said with a shrug. “Unless you are, and then I demand a repeat performance to persuade you otherwise. Besides,” Judson added growing serious, “you know as well as I do that whatever we are it’s not strangers.”
Martin nodded, still not quite meeting Judson’s eyes. The man had felt familiar even when they’d just met. He absently took the cup of coffee that Judson handed to him. Martin dank deeply, uncaring of how hot the drink was.
“So where do we go from here?”
Judson’s smirk was all heat and temptation.
“I was hoping back to bed,” Judson told him, stalking towards him. “After that, we’ll see.”
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Without a Trace/Adventure Inc.
Prompt: 056 - Breakfast
Summary: The morning after.
Warning: Slash: don't read it if you're offended.
This is relevant to my claim because... Judson and Martin really are Chris and Vin. I swear.
Follows from Once Bitten
Table
Martin woke slowly, realisation coming gradually and disjointedly. The bed wasn’t his. His arm was numb as though he’d slept on it all night. The pillow his face was pressed against smelled of someone else’s shampoo. When he shifted a little he found that he ached in places he hadn’t ached in since college. The FBI and being under his father’s thumb had put a stop to that quite quickly. He buried his face into the pillow and groaned as realisation dawned.
“Morning, Special Agent,” Judson’s chipper voice said and Martin groaned again, pulling the blanket over his head. “Not a morning person, I take it? I have coffee.”
Martin lay for a moment longer, willing the bright blush from his features. Finally he lifted the blanket and sat up to see a room service cart piled with fruit and what smelled like bacon and eggs though the plates were covered. He also saw that Judson was telling the truth about the coffee. Martin looked up at Judson who grinned wickedly. He dropped his gaze.
“Last night… that’s not something I usually do,” he admitted.
“Pity, you’re quite good at it.”
Martin frowned at him for a moment before a blush rose anew across his face.
“Not that… well actually, that too, but I meant the hopping into bed with a stranger thing,” Martin stammered.
“I’m not complaining,” Judson said with a shrug. “Unless you are, and then I demand a repeat performance to persuade you otherwise. Besides,” Judson added growing serious, “you know as well as I do that whatever we are it’s not strangers.”
Martin nodded, still not quite meeting Judson’s eyes. The man had felt familiar even when they’d just met. He absently took the cup of coffee that Judson handed to him. Martin dank deeply, uncaring of how hot the drink was.
“So where do we go from here?”
Judson’s smirk was all heat and temptation.
“I was hoping back to bed,” Judson told him, stalking towards him. “After that, we’ll see.”