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ptahrrific) wrote2010-03-03 10:18 am
ptahrrific) wrote2010-03-03 10:18 am
Fake News: Afterwards, Wyatt Was Never Able To Look At Salad Tongs The Same Way Again
Title: Afterwards, Wyatt Was Never Able To Look At Salad Tongs The Same Way Again
Series: TDS
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Kristen/John-O/Sam/Jason(/Aasif/???)
Rating: PG-13
The prompt demanded something NC-17. This is what I ended up writing instead.
Illustration byaybara_max.
"Dude," said Wyatt.
He searched for another word to help cover the full sweep of his emotions about the situation, but that seemed to be it.
"Dude," he said again, just for good measure.
"Are - are those my boxers?" stammered John from next to him, pointing vaguely at the ceiling fan.
"Nope," mumbled Kristen sleepily. Her hair fanned out along Wyatt's shoulder, where she had started to doze off without even bothering to shed her thigh-high leather boots first. Bits of her curls were tickling his nose. "We threw yours in the sink after they got fondue on them, remember?"
Sam stirred, then leaned over the edge of the table to look down at them. "Really? I thought those were Jason's."
"Can't be," mused Wyatt with a lazy smile. "We used Jason's to gag Aasif, remember?"
"Oh yeah." Sam started to relax, then wrinkled her nose. "Did we ever ungag Aasif?"
There was a moment of uneasy silence.
"Someone better go look for him," declared Sam, in a tone that firmly suggested that she was quite comfortable where she was, thank you very much.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere until somebody finds my glasses," sulked John. "Also, the key to these things." He jiggled his wrist, rattling the handcuffs that attached him to the break room fridge.
"Guess it's up to me," sighed Wyatt, sliding out from under Kristen - gently, so that he didn't wake her up as he moved her head to rest on the shoulder of the lightly-snoring Jason. "Uh, are there any clothes in this room that aren't made of leather?"
With a rustle of fabric, Sam threw the maid outfit at him.
Series: TDS
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Kristen/John-O/Sam/Jason(/Aasif/???)
Rating: PG-13
The prompt demanded something NC-17. This is what I ended up writing instead.
Illustration by
aybara_max."Dude," said Wyatt.
He searched for another word to help cover the full sweep of his emotions about the situation, but that seemed to be it.
"Dude," he said again, just for good measure.
"Are - are those my boxers?" stammered John from next to him, pointing vaguely at the ceiling fan.
"Nope," mumbled Kristen sleepily. Her hair fanned out along Wyatt's shoulder, where she had started to doze off without even bothering to shed her thigh-high leather boots first. Bits of her curls were tickling his nose. "We threw yours in the sink after they got fondue on them, remember?"
Sam stirred, then leaned over the edge of the table to look down at them. "Really? I thought those were Jason's."
"Can't be," mused Wyatt with a lazy smile. "We used Jason's to gag Aasif, remember?"
"Oh yeah." Sam started to relax, then wrinkled her nose. "Did we ever ungag Aasif?"
There was a moment of uneasy silence.
"Someone better go look for him," declared Sam, in a tone that firmly suggested that she was quite comfortable where she was, thank you very much.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere until somebody finds my glasses," sulked John. "Also, the key to these things." He jiggled his wrist, rattling the handcuffs that attached him to the break room fridge.
"Guess it's up to me," sighed Wyatt, sliding out from under Kristen - gently, so that he didn't wake her up as he moved her head to rest on the shoulder of the lightly-snoring Jason. "Uh, are there any clothes in this room that aren't made of leather?"
With a rustle of fabric, Sam threw the maid outfit at him.
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And I like the accompanying art! The collar on Jason is a nice touch.
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Still awesome XD And the title! I am....nervous, yet intrigued