New Drabble: Mr. Bubbles
Just one more addition to my series of episode related Drabbles!
The pretty, illustrated version can be found on my website here: http://rebelcat4.tripod.com/id149.html
If you want the plain text version, it's under the cut...
Author: Rebelcat
Title: Mr. Bubbles
Rating: PG, for implied stuff kiddies aren't supposed to know about (but often do, darn them!)
Slash or Gen: Gen
Category: Double drabble.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Thanks To: EH, who gave it a quick scrub.
Episode: The Specialist
***
“Hey, Starsk... ?”
He didn’t answer. He was almost entirely underwater, only the tip of his nose and a damp mop of curly hair showing above the surface. His eyes were closed and though I couldn’t see it, I’m sure he had a disgustingly contented smile hidden under the bubbles.
I kicked his leg and after a moment he reluctantly emerged, dripping water and foam.
“What?” he snapped. “I’m relaxin’!”
“What do you think’s taking her so long?”
“She said she had a surprise for us...” His voice trailed off uncertainly.
“Move over,” I said. I pulled my leg out from where it was trapped beneath his thigh and then used the top of his head to steady myself as I climbed out of the bath.
“She ditched us!”
I was seriously pissed. And cold.
Starsky stayed in the water where it was warm, looking around the bathroom.
I could understand the first time - Sally wanted to prove that she was as tough as any other cop by throwing us around her livingroom.
But this time she was just being a tease.
“Hey, Hutch...?”
“What?” I snapped. This was all his fault. Him and his threesome fantasies...
“Where are our clothes?”
~end~
The pretty, illustrated version can be found on my website here: http://rebelcat4.tripod.com/id149.html
If you want the plain text version, it's under the cut...
Author: Rebelcat
Title: Mr. Bubbles
Rating: PG, for implied stuff kiddies aren't supposed to know about (but often do, darn them!)
Slash or Gen: Gen
Category: Double drabble.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Thanks To: EH, who gave it a quick scrub.
Episode: The Specialist
***
“Hey, Starsk... ?”
He didn’t answer. He was almost entirely underwater, only the tip of his nose and a damp mop of curly hair showing above the surface. His eyes were closed and though I couldn’t see it, I’m sure he had a disgustingly contented smile hidden under the bubbles.
I kicked his leg and after a moment he reluctantly emerged, dripping water and foam.
“What?” he snapped. “I’m relaxin’!”
“What do you think’s taking her so long?”
“She said she had a surprise for us...” His voice trailed off uncertainly.
“Move over,” I said. I pulled my leg out from where it was trapped beneath his thigh and then used the top of his head to steady myself as I climbed out of the bath.
“She ditched us!”
I was seriously pissed. And cold.
Starsky stayed in the water where it was warm, looking around the bathroom.
I could understand the first time - Sally wanted to prove that she was as tough as any other cop by throwing us around her livingroom.
But this time she was just being a tease.
“Hey, Hutch...?”
“What?” I snapped. This was all his fault. Him and his threesome fantasies...
“Where are our clothes?”
~end~