Lost RPS- Late Night Chat
Title: Late Night Chat
Fandom: Lost RPS
Pairing: none, mild Maggie/Evangeline
Rating: PG
Summary: Remember Evangeline Lilly's LiveLinks ads? Yeah, me too.
"Hello?" Evangeline said, answering the phone from her very comfortable nest of blankets. The tv was playing some old musical with Gene Kelly, her popcorn was in easy reach and she wasn't filming til Monday. Life was good.
"Hey baby," a husky voice growled in her ear. "You up for a little late night chat?"
"What?" she exclaimed. Then the voice registered. "Dominic! Very funny. I already took enough from you guys at work. Matt couldn't look at me for two days without laughing."
"Oh, come on, baby, you know you want to," he drawled and Evangeline had to admit he had a very sexy voice, especially low and right in her ear...
"You sound like you should be doing the commercials, not me." She affected his accent and lowered her voice. "Hello lads; give me a call at Interactive Male and we can talk all night."
"Interactive Male?"
"Gay dating line back home." She snickered as he huffed and hung up. She replaced the handset on the charger and flopped back into her pile of blankets. She took a handful of popcorn and had just jammed the whole lot in her mouth when the phone rang again. She chewed as fast as she could and stretched for the reciever.
"Hewow?"
"Hello Siren of the small screen. Would you care to engage in a... stimulating conversation with me?" This voice was smooth with a hint of velvet and Evangeline had to listen hard to pick him out. "You are a very... stimulating woman."
"Jorge! Ew, stop! Are you guys having a slumber party or something?" Sure enough, there were muffled masculine giggles (an oxymoron if she ever heard one) in the background, surely Dom's. And possibly Ian's. "Just rent porn already and stop drunk dialing me," she retorted, but without any real rancor and hung up as Jorge finally lost it.
The phone rang again a few minures later and Evangeline debated answering it at all. She did, though and prepared herself for Matt, or even Harold.
"Hello," purred a silken voice. "I hoped you'd be there. You said it was easy; I just picked up the phone and there you are." From a voice usually demanding and whining in strident tones for eight hours a day, this transformation took Evangeline by surprise. "So, tell me," the voice continued. "What have you got for me?"
Evangeline grinned wickedly.
Back at Jorge's, the boys listened eagerly to Maggie pouring her voice like honey into the phone. Dom was stifling un-manly giggles and Jorge was shaking the couch with surpressed mirth. Ian was finishing his third, possibly fourth, beer when Maggie's mouth dropped open.
She flushed a delicate pink and covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide as she pressed the phone closer to her ear. The boys scooted closer, Matt coming in from the kitchen with more beer and Maggie's 'girly drink'.
"What-?" he started before Dom shushed him, eyes glued to Maggie.
"Uh, I'll see you tomorrow, Evie," Maggie managed at last. "Night." She hung up the phone and promptly blushed three shades redder.
"Never took calls my arse," Dom said, leaning back and crossing his arms, a smug look on his face. "Pay up."
Fandom: Lost RPS
Pairing: none, mild Maggie/Evangeline
Rating: PG
Summary: Remember Evangeline Lilly's LiveLinks ads? Yeah, me too.
"Hello?" Evangeline said, answering the phone from her very comfortable nest of blankets. The tv was playing some old musical with Gene Kelly, her popcorn was in easy reach and she wasn't filming til Monday. Life was good.
"Hey baby," a husky voice growled in her ear. "You up for a little late night chat?"
"What?" she exclaimed. Then the voice registered. "Dominic! Very funny. I already took enough from you guys at work. Matt couldn't look at me for two days without laughing."
"Oh, come on, baby, you know you want to," he drawled and Evangeline had to admit he had a very sexy voice, especially low and right in her ear...
"You sound like you should be doing the commercials, not me." She affected his accent and lowered her voice. "Hello lads; give me a call at Interactive Male and we can talk all night."
"Interactive Male?"
"Gay dating line back home." She snickered as he huffed and hung up. She replaced the handset on the charger and flopped back into her pile of blankets. She took a handful of popcorn and had just jammed the whole lot in her mouth when the phone rang again. She chewed as fast as she could and stretched for the reciever.
"Hewow?"
"Hello Siren of the small screen. Would you care to engage in a... stimulating conversation with me?" This voice was smooth with a hint of velvet and Evangeline had to listen hard to pick him out. "You are a very... stimulating woman."
"Jorge! Ew, stop! Are you guys having a slumber party or something?" Sure enough, there were muffled masculine giggles (an oxymoron if she ever heard one) in the background, surely Dom's. And possibly Ian's. "Just rent porn already and stop drunk dialing me," she retorted, but without any real rancor and hung up as Jorge finally lost it.
The phone rang again a few minures later and Evangeline debated answering it at all. She did, though and prepared herself for Matt, or even Harold.
"Hello," purred a silken voice. "I hoped you'd be there. You said it was easy; I just picked up the phone and there you are." From a voice usually demanding and whining in strident tones for eight hours a day, this transformation took Evangeline by surprise. "So, tell me," the voice continued. "What have you got for me?"
Evangeline grinned wickedly.
Back at Jorge's, the boys listened eagerly to Maggie pouring her voice like honey into the phone. Dom was stifling un-manly giggles and Jorge was shaking the couch with surpressed mirth. Ian was finishing his third, possibly fourth, beer when Maggie's mouth dropped open.
She flushed a delicate pink and covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide as she pressed the phone closer to her ear. The boys scooted closer, Matt coming in from the kitchen with more beer and Maggie's 'girly drink'.
"What-?" he started before Dom shushed him, eyes glued to Maggie.
"Uh, I'll see you tomorrow, Evie," Maggie managed at last. "Night." She hung up the phone and promptly blushed three shades redder.
"Never took calls my arse," Dom said, leaning back and crossing his arms, a smug look on his face. "Pay up."