Is this some sort of Sekrit Operation where you get Dave into bed with everyone on the team one at a time? *shifty eyes*
"Oh, so the goal tonight is drunken debauchery?" he said, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "You should have said so sooner. I can definitely help with that." He winked at her and turned his attention to the next deal.
Bwahahah! LadiesMan!Dave.
"Um," she said. Brilliant. "It's still a forfeit," she managed after a moment. "Paying you fifty dollars for taking me to bed is a level of pathetic I haven't even begun to reach."
Prentisssquee.
She hummed happily, her entire body erupting in tingles. "Me too. At least I know you won't humor me if I suddenly develop a keen interest in cows."
Don't knock cows; they're awesome.
Well, Angus not so much. And Brown Swiss are pretty dumb. But your Charlois, Holstein, Geurnsey, Jersey, Dutch Belted, and, OMG Dexter-Kerry -- those are some great animals. Expecially the Dexters. They're three feet high and think they're dogs.
Hotch was staring at them, but when Dave guided Emily forward, he offered an arm. "Everything all right?"
You're a dead man, Dave.
"Fine," Hotch echoed, though from the sound of his voice he was looking at Dave and not at her.
So dead.
Hotch made a non-committal noise. "Prentiss, do you have your room key?"
There's so very much a lecture coming. How bad of a lecture probably depends on Prentiss's response when Hotch "investigates."
"I bet you get off on saying 'fuck', don't you?" he murmured in her ear. His hands slid down to her hips, tracing along her pants until he could undo them. "Your mother would be appalled, the good little ambassador's daughter saying words like 'fuck' and 'cunt'. You like words like that, don't you?"
See, normally using a lot of the f-word in a smut scene turns me off because of the Bad Porn Film-ness of it all. This paragraph actually makes the word okay by giving it a reason to be there. Kudos.
"I just horked on the floor," she said, hating the way her voice tried to turn into a wail. She hated throwing up.
I sympathize.
I don't think Hotch believed us, but as long as we don't have any trouble working together, he won't say anything."
Other than the "hurt her and die" lecture. Hotch has a hard time realizing he isn't everyone's Dad. Mom. Parental figure. ~.^
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Date: 2009-02-01 04:31 am (UTC)"Oh, so the goal tonight is drunken debauchery?" he said, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "You should have said so sooner. I can definitely help with that." He winked at her and turned his attention to the next deal.
Bwahahah! LadiesMan!Dave.
"Um," she said. Brilliant. "It's still a forfeit," she managed after a moment. "Paying you fifty dollars for taking me to bed is a level of pathetic I haven't even begun to reach."
Prentisssquee.
She hummed happily, her entire body erupting in tingles. "Me too. At least I know you won't humor me if I suddenly develop a keen interest in cows."
Don't knock cows; they're awesome.
Well, Angus not so much. And Brown Swiss are pretty dumb. But your Charlois, Holstein, Geurnsey, Jersey, Dutch Belted, and, OMG Dexter-Kerry -- those are some great animals. Expecially the Dexters. They're three feet high and think they're dogs.
Hotch was staring at them, but when Dave guided Emily forward, he offered an arm. "Everything all right?"
You're a dead man, Dave.
"Fine," Hotch echoed, though from the sound of his voice he was looking at Dave and not at her.
So dead.
Hotch made a non-committal noise. "Prentiss, do you have your room key?"
There's so very much a lecture coming. How bad of a lecture probably depends on Prentiss's response when Hotch "investigates."
"I bet you get off on saying 'fuck', don't you?" he murmured in her ear. His hands slid down to her hips, tracing along her pants until he could undo them. "Your mother would be appalled, the good little ambassador's daughter saying words like 'fuck' and 'cunt'. You like words like that, don't you?"
See, normally using a lot of the f-word in a smut scene turns me off because of the Bad Porn Film-ness of it all. This paragraph actually makes the word okay by giving it a reason to be there. Kudos.
"I just horked on the floor," she said, hating the way her voice tried to turn into a wail. She hated throwing up.
I sympathize.
I don't think Hotch believed us, but as long as we don't have any trouble working together, he won't say anything."
Other than the "hurt her and die" lecture. Hotch has a hard time realizing he isn't everyone's Dad. Mom. Parental figure. ~.^
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