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greenstickered2015-04-04 04:05 pm
camalyng) wrote in greenstickered2015-04-04 04:05 pm
Uncharted (duck verse): Late Nights in London
Title: Late Nights in London
Rating: PG (sexual references)
Words: 444
Summary: (330): After we banged he volunteered to ducksit while I went to work. I think that's true love.
Notes: Cheers to![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
rhiannon42 who sent me a link to that Text From Last Night with the comment, "duck 'verse strikes again?"
Chloe's the first to get up, finding her trousers on the floor and digging through her pockets for her phone. It's one of those times when she gets hungry after sex but can't be bothered cooking. "Kebabs?" she asks, even though she knows exactly what he's going to say.
"I hate kebabs," Harry groans, still in bed.
"Chinese," she says, all part of the script.
As she calls in her order, Harry reaches for his lighter and cigarettes, and Chloe shoos him outside onto the balcony. It's terribly rude when it's his place, but he knows she hates the smoke inside, would rather go down fighting mercs than cancer, and he goes willingly enough, not bothering to put clothes on. It's nighttime and not many people look up.
Chloe, however, wraps up in a sheet before joining him and passing him the phone: When the breeze is enough to take his smoke away, it's chilly. His gaze on hers is dark as he phones the Chinese place, but to his credit he doesn't reach for her or try to cuddle. He's learning.
He hangs up, hands the phone back. "It's unfair for you to look that hot in a blanket."
"A lot of things in life are unfair, Harry," she says, checking her schedule for the next few days. "That's fairly low on the scale."
"From where I'm standing it's the high point of the scale," he says, and she snorts, but doesn't look up from her phone.
He smokes and she works in silence for a few moments before Harry breaks it.
"You've got that job up north in a few days, yeah?"
"Mm-hm."
"D'you want me to look after Juan?" he says, unwittingly landing on the exact reason she's on her phone. "I've only got local gigs this week."
She doesn't manage to disguise her surprised gratitude as she looks up at him. This could well have been deliberate: He hates working locally because of the people and the less glamorous jobs, but she booked her job early enough that he's had time to get these jobs closer to home.
"Please."
"Done," he says easily. "The little brat always has a good time with his Uncle Harry, anyway."
Chloe laughs, because Harry doesn't tend to have nearly as good a time with Juan, but here he is offering despite that. On impulse, she leans up and kisses him, and by the time they part, Harry's stubbed out his cigarette on the ash tray he keeps in one of the planters. Impressive, really.
"I should probably go pick up the food," she says.
"You've got time," says Harry, and Chloe drops the sheet.
Rating: PG (sexual references)
Words: 444
Summary: (330): After we banged he volunteered to ducksit while I went to work. I think that's true love.
Notes: Cheers to
Chloe's the first to get up, finding her trousers on the floor and digging through her pockets for her phone. It's one of those times when she gets hungry after sex but can't be bothered cooking. "Kebabs?" she asks, even though she knows exactly what he's going to say.
"I hate kebabs," Harry groans, still in bed.
"Chinese," she says, all part of the script.
As she calls in her order, Harry reaches for his lighter and cigarettes, and Chloe shoos him outside onto the balcony. It's terribly rude when it's his place, but he knows she hates the smoke inside, would rather go down fighting mercs than cancer, and he goes willingly enough, not bothering to put clothes on. It's nighttime and not many people look up.
Chloe, however, wraps up in a sheet before joining him and passing him the phone: When the breeze is enough to take his smoke away, it's chilly. His gaze on hers is dark as he phones the Chinese place, but to his credit he doesn't reach for her or try to cuddle. He's learning.
He hangs up, hands the phone back. "It's unfair for you to look that hot in a blanket."
"A lot of things in life are unfair, Harry," she says, checking her schedule for the next few days. "That's fairly low on the scale."
"From where I'm standing it's the high point of the scale," he says, and she snorts, but doesn't look up from her phone.
He smokes and she works in silence for a few moments before Harry breaks it.
"You've got that job up north in a few days, yeah?"
"Mm-hm."
"D'you want me to look after Juan?" he says, unwittingly landing on the exact reason she's on her phone. "I've only got local gigs this week."
She doesn't manage to disguise her surprised gratitude as she looks up at him. This could well have been deliberate: He hates working locally because of the people and the less glamorous jobs, but she booked her job early enough that he's had time to get these jobs closer to home.
"Please."
"Done," he says easily. "The little brat always has a good time with his Uncle Harry, anyway."
Chloe laughs, because Harry doesn't tend to have nearly as good a time with Juan, but here he is offering despite that. On impulse, she leans up and kisses him, and by the time they part, Harry's stubbed out his cigarette on the ash tray he keeps in one of the planters. Impressive, really.
"I should probably go pick up the food," she says.
"You've got time," says Harry, and Chloe drops the sheet.