PB Ficlets: Puppies | Distractions
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out_thereTitle: Puppies
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Alex, Sara
Rating: G
Word count: 409
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sdwolfpup said that Alex needed a puppy. Written as comment fic.
"Oh, he's so cute," Sara coos, her voice a soft, Southern lilt and her dress distractingly low-cut as she leans over to tap at the glass. Inside the cage, three pairs of dark brown Maltese puppy-eyes stare back at her, and two tails wag happily.
The sales clerk is sixteen, and trying valiantly not to stare at Sara's cleavage. He goes a little red every time Sara smiles at him. "I could get one out if you wanted to hold it."
"Oh, could I?" she asks breathily, and Alex has to fight a smirk. They're here to keep an eye on the security, to try to time their rounds, but Sara seems to be enjoying today's role. "Really?"
"Um, sure," the sales clerk says. He fumbles with his keys, and then pulls one of the puppies out by the scruff of it's neck. He places the fluffy ball of silver fur, black nose and big eyes into Sara's hands and she cuddles it to her chest, cooing about someone being absolutely adorable.
The guard walks by, and Alex checks his watch. "Should I be jealous?" he asks Sara, and she pouts at him.
"Can you imagine anything cuter?" she asks, lifting the squirming puppy up and smiling at it. "I want one."
"You know the apartment doesn't allow pets," Alex says, shaking his head.
"Darling!" There's such a petulant whine to Sara's tone that Alex has to duck his head to hide his grin. "Look at him! He's so cute. I'm sure he wouldn't make any noise. He's so tiny, and all alone."
Sara pushes the bundle of fur into his hands, and suddenly Alex has two hands around an excitable puppy. It yaps twice. "Somehow, I don't think it'll be quiet."
"But he needs a home." Sara pouts again, leans forward with her arms crossed under her bust. The store clerk's face turns the colour of a cherry tomato.
For the briefest of moments, Alex considers agreeing. He could pull out a credit card, pay for the creature now, and claim it was Michael's when they got back to the warehouse. He could even say it was a gift from both of them.
"It just wouldn't be practical, not now," Alex says, handing the puppy back to the store clerk. "Maybe later."
There's a spark of interest in Sara's eye. "When we're living somewhere else?"
"Yeah," Alex replies, feeling like co-conspirators. "They say a pet makes a home."
***
Title: Distractions
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Alex, Sara, Michael
Rating: G
Word count: 430
Notes:sdwolfpup did the most awesome Make Your Own Episode Game and isagel asked for: Alex, Michael, Sara, a public library, necktie and lust. Written as comment fic.
Of all the places that should be easy to sneak in and out without being noticed, Alex is pretty sure a public library should be the easiest. It should be a simple task of meandering down the aisles, looking through bookshelves and discreetly measuring the dimensions of the main area.
It would be an easy job, if not for Michael. If not for Michael's angular, thick-rimmed glasses and his too-neat navy pinstripe suit. If not for the way Michael keeps tugging at his tie, fingers curling between his shirt collar and neck, adjusting it absently as he reads. The way he pulls off his glasses, and slides the curved edge of the frame against his lower lip, sometimes sucking it as he reads book spines.
Michael looks smart and bookish, tidy and fastidious. It makes Alex's hands itch to mess him up, to press him into a bookcased corner, tug his shirt loose, undo his collar buttons, fold the glasses away and kiss Michael until he's dazed and unfocused.
It's annoyingly distracting.
Alex keeps losing count of his steps across the room.
The only consolation is Sara, who keeps wandering back and forth to shelves, pulling out different books and scribbling notes on her page. She's writing figures, formatted like call numbers, but Alex is pretty sure they're her measurements. From the way she keeps watching Michael out of the corner of her eye, catching her lip between her teeth as Michael runs fingers under his Adam's apple and carelessly rakes fingernails over his skin, her distraction comes from the same source.
Alex turns a book over in his hands, and walks over to Sara's side of the library to shelve it. "Do you think he does it on purpose?" he asks as they pause in the same aisle.
"Doubt it," Sara says, and if her voice sounds a little huskier than usual, well... it's not like Alex is going to tell anyone. "Michael isn't exactly, you know, smooth."
Through the gap between shelves, they watch Michael tilt his head up, estimating ceiling heights and angles. Michael's neck stretches tight, raising tendons and dropping shadows across his light tan. He taps fingers against his hip as he calculates.
Alex doesn't know where he wants to kiss first.
"And yet," Alex says, pausing to swallow, "he's got both of us drooling like freshmen at cheerleader practice."
Sara gives him a funny look. "I'll take your word for it."
"With even less chance of groping him behind the bleachers," Alex says with a sigh, and returns to measuring his steps.
If you're curious: afterwards, Alex and Sara would play rock-paper-scissors for now-or-later. Sara would win, with scissors against Alex's paper, and they'd cook up a little scheme between them. Once the measurements were recorded and they were about to leave, Sara would catch Michael's eye and lead him to the back stacks, and tell him that Alex thought he saw someone following them, that Alex wants them to stay back and conceal themselves down the back while he double-checks outside. She'd lean back against the books, and pull Michael closer, and then say, "I just thought of an easy way to avoid people looking too closely," and kiss him. And because Michael's a smart cookie, he'd pull back a moment later and ask, "Alex didn't really spot anyone, did he?" and Sara would smile, replying, "Never hurts to double-check," and they'd spend the next ten minutes making out.
Until Alex wanders past and clears his throat. Then they'd pull back, and Michael would wipe Sara's lipstick from his mouth. Alex would pay very close attention, and then throw the SUV keys to Sara. "Not the warehouse?" Sara would ask, and Michael would think they were discussing destinations until Alex shook his head and said, "Backseat," and then Michael would realise he's dating two very bright people who have no trouble scheduling make-out sessions inbetween secret missions.
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Alex, Sara
Rating: G
Word count: 409
Notes:
sdwolfpup said that Alex needed a puppy. Written as comment fic."Oh, he's so cute," Sara coos, her voice a soft, Southern lilt and her dress distractingly low-cut as she leans over to tap at the glass. Inside the cage, three pairs of dark brown Maltese puppy-eyes stare back at her, and two tails wag happily.
The sales clerk is sixteen, and trying valiantly not to stare at Sara's cleavage. He goes a little red every time Sara smiles at him. "I could get one out if you wanted to hold it."
"Oh, could I?" she asks breathily, and Alex has to fight a smirk. They're here to keep an eye on the security, to try to time their rounds, but Sara seems to be enjoying today's role. "Really?"
"Um, sure," the sales clerk says. He fumbles with his keys, and then pulls one of the puppies out by the scruff of it's neck. He places the fluffy ball of silver fur, black nose and big eyes into Sara's hands and she cuddles it to her chest, cooing about someone being absolutely adorable.
The guard walks by, and Alex checks his watch. "Should I be jealous?" he asks Sara, and she pouts at him.
"Can you imagine anything cuter?" she asks, lifting the squirming puppy up and smiling at it. "I want one."
"You know the apartment doesn't allow pets," Alex says, shaking his head.
"Darling!" There's such a petulant whine to Sara's tone that Alex has to duck his head to hide his grin. "Look at him! He's so cute. I'm sure he wouldn't make any noise. He's so tiny, and all alone."
Sara pushes the bundle of fur into his hands, and suddenly Alex has two hands around an excitable puppy. It yaps twice. "Somehow, I don't think it'll be quiet."
"But he needs a home." Sara pouts again, leans forward with her arms crossed under her bust. The store clerk's face turns the colour of a cherry tomato.
For the briefest of moments, Alex considers agreeing. He could pull out a credit card, pay for the creature now, and claim it was Michael's when they got back to the warehouse. He could even say it was a gift from both of them.
"It just wouldn't be practical, not now," Alex says, handing the puppy back to the store clerk. "Maybe later."
There's a spark of interest in Sara's eye. "When we're living somewhere else?"
"Yeah," Alex replies, feeling like co-conspirators. "They say a pet makes a home."
***
Title: Distractions
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Alex, Sara, Michael
Rating: G
Word count: 430
Notes:
sdwolfpup did the most awesome Make Your Own Episode Game and isagel asked for: Alex, Michael, Sara, a public library, necktie and lust. Written as comment fic.Of all the places that should be easy to sneak in and out without being noticed, Alex is pretty sure a public library should be the easiest. It should be a simple task of meandering down the aisles, looking through bookshelves and discreetly measuring the dimensions of the main area.
It would be an easy job, if not for Michael. If not for Michael's angular, thick-rimmed glasses and his too-neat navy pinstripe suit. If not for the way Michael keeps tugging at his tie, fingers curling between his shirt collar and neck, adjusting it absently as he reads. The way he pulls off his glasses, and slides the curved edge of the frame against his lower lip, sometimes sucking it as he reads book spines.
Michael looks smart and bookish, tidy and fastidious. It makes Alex's hands itch to mess him up, to press him into a bookcased corner, tug his shirt loose, undo his collar buttons, fold the glasses away and kiss Michael until he's dazed and unfocused.
It's annoyingly distracting.
Alex keeps losing count of his steps across the room.
The only consolation is Sara, who keeps wandering back and forth to shelves, pulling out different books and scribbling notes on her page. She's writing figures, formatted like call numbers, but Alex is pretty sure they're her measurements. From the way she keeps watching Michael out of the corner of her eye, catching her lip between her teeth as Michael runs fingers under his Adam's apple and carelessly rakes fingernails over his skin, her distraction comes from the same source.
Alex turns a book over in his hands, and walks over to Sara's side of the library to shelve it. "Do you think he does it on purpose?" he asks as they pause in the same aisle.
"Doubt it," Sara says, and if her voice sounds a little huskier than usual, well... it's not like Alex is going to tell anyone. "Michael isn't exactly, you know, smooth."
Through the gap between shelves, they watch Michael tilt his head up, estimating ceiling heights and angles. Michael's neck stretches tight, raising tendons and dropping shadows across his light tan. He taps fingers against his hip as he calculates.
Alex doesn't know where he wants to kiss first.
"And yet," Alex says, pausing to swallow, "he's got both of us drooling like freshmen at cheerleader practice."
Sara gives him a funny look. "I'll take your word for it."
"With even less chance of groping him behind the bleachers," Alex says with a sigh, and returns to measuring his steps.
If you're curious: afterwards, Alex and Sara would play rock-paper-scissors for now-or-later. Sara would win, with scissors against Alex's paper, and they'd cook up a little scheme between them. Once the measurements were recorded and they were about to leave, Sara would catch Michael's eye and lead him to the back stacks, and tell him that Alex thought he saw someone following them, that Alex wants them to stay back and conceal themselves down the back while he double-checks outside. She'd lean back against the books, and pull Michael closer, and then say, "I just thought of an easy way to avoid people looking too closely," and kiss him. And because Michael's a smart cookie, he'd pull back a moment later and ask, "Alex didn't really spot anyone, did he?" and Sara would smile, replying, "Never hurts to double-check," and they'd spend the next ten minutes making out.
Until Alex wanders past and clears his throat. Then they'd pull back, and Michael would wipe Sara's lipstick from his mouth. Alex would pay very close attention, and then throw the SUV keys to Sara. "Not the warehouse?" Sara would ask, and Michael would think they were discussing destinations until Alex shook his head and said, "Backseat," and then Michael would realise he's dating two very bright people who have no trouble scheduling make-out sessions inbetween secret missions.
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Date: 2008-10-15 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-15 06:11 pm (UTC)The second one just made me go 'GUH' a lot.
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Date: 2008-10-15 09:48 pm (UTC)Nothing cuter than a puppy! Except, possibly, for Sara and Alex cuddling the puppies.
The second one just made me go 'GUH' a lot.
Since that was the intention: yay!
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Date: 2008-10-15 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-15 10:39 pm (UTC)And I love the epilogue to the library fic!
and then Michael would realise he's dating two very bright people who have no trouble scheduling make-out sessions inbetween secret missions.
Yes. Oh very much yes :-)
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Date: 2008-10-15 11:03 pm (UTC)I think they really do. There's something pretty cool about the way they interact with each other.
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Date: 2008-10-15 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-26 04:11 am (UTC)For the distraction, I love how Alex and Sara had the same mind and willing to shared. Love the tiny author's note at the end. Why didn't you write them big and loud? It's very good.
I like your writing, very cheerful.
Thanks. :)
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