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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-09-28 08:10 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-09-28 08:10 am
Flack/Maka - Wanna Bite?
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Wanna Bite?
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Kaile Maka, Sheldon Hawkes
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coclaim100 Prompt: 098. Writer's Choice - Cake
csi50 Prompt: 022. Taste
realmofthemuse Prompt: 1.76.2
Content Warning: Set after "Murder Sings the Blues" but no real spoilers, though.
Summary: Flack is in heaven.
Author's Note: Hee. The RotM prompt brought up food, and I actually had a hard time deciding which food I wanted to actually use for Flack. (Because, you know, Flack/Food = OTP.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
He was in heaven. Absolute pure heaven. And not only was he in heaven, but he had several other boxes of heaven sitting on his desk, waiting for him to take them home and slowly savor each and every one of them. Which he would. In his own due time. But right now, he was going to continue to enjoy the piece heaven he had open in front of him.
“What are you eating?”
Flack looked up from the pink box in front of him, and saw Maka standing in the doorway, arms crossed across her chest, looking at him curiously. He started to speak, mumbling something with his mouth full, and she made a face at him.
“Swallow, then speak.”
He smirked back at her before doing as she asked. “Flourless chocolate torte.”
She nodded slowly, “Any good?”
“Incredibly good,” he replied, before looking back down at the box. “If you want some, speak now or forever hold your peace. I’m almost finished with it.”
Maka raised an eyebrow as she walked over to his desk, before pointing at the stack of boxes sitting next to him on the table. “You ate all of that already?”
He looked over there, before shaking his head. “No.”
“So—why are you almost finished?”
“I am,” he replied, holding up the box with the half eaten piece of cake it it. “See?”
“Why can’t I have some of these?” she asked, still pointing to the boxes.
“Why do you want those?” Flack asked.
“Because I want my own piece,” she replied, giving him a look.
“Those pieces aren’t available,” he stated, a completely straight look on his face. He could see that she was trying her hardest not to laugh at him, and he resented that a bit. He was being completely serious, why couldn’t she be?
“Flack—are you planning on eating that cake?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Eventually.”
“But not now.”
“No.”
“So there’s no reason why I can’t have one of these pieces?”
“Yes, there is. I’m going to eat them.”
“Flack,” she gave him a look crossing her arms across her chest. “Explain this to me in a way that make sense.”
“Well, you’re only having a bite, right?”
“I can’t have a whole piece?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s my cake.”
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to share?” she smirked.
“No,” he replied childishly, taking another bite of the cake, and giving her an innocent look. She rolled her eyes, turning her back to start walking away.
“You know what? It’s not even worth it.”
“Oh, it’s so worth it.”
“Then let me have a piece of damn cake, Flack,” she said, turning to face him and almost slamming her hands on the table. He pulled back slightly, a bit surprised by her reaction, before pulling out another fork and offering the box he had to her.
“Bite?”
She stared at him for a minute before taking the fork from his hand and taking one of his little boxes of heaven sitting on the table. Flack started to open his mouth to protest, but she just flashed him a look and he lowered his eyes going back to what he was doing as she walked out the door. He continued eating the rest of his cake, until Hawkes poked his head in and saw the slightly dejected look on his friends face.
“You alright, Flack?”
“Maka stole my cake.”
Hawkes smirked at him for a minute, before shaking his head. “You and your food.”
Title: Wanna Bite?
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Kaile Maka, Sheldon Hawkes
coclaim100 Prompt: 098. Writer's Choice - Cakecsi50 Prompt: 022. Tasterealmofthemuse Prompt: 1.76.2Content Warning: Set after "Murder Sings the Blues" but no real spoilers, though.
Summary: Flack is in heaven.
Author's Note: Hee. The RotM prompt brought up food, and I actually had a hard time deciding which food I wanted to actually use for Flack. (Because, you know, Flack/Food = OTP.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
He was in heaven. Absolute pure heaven. And not only was he in heaven, but he had several other boxes of heaven sitting on his desk, waiting for him to take them home and slowly savor each and every one of them. Which he would. In his own due time. But right now, he was going to continue to enjoy the piece heaven he had open in front of him.
“What are you eating?”
Flack looked up from the pink box in front of him, and saw Maka standing in the doorway, arms crossed across her chest, looking at him curiously. He started to speak, mumbling something with his mouth full, and she made a face at him.
“Swallow, then speak.”
He smirked back at her before doing as she asked. “Flourless chocolate torte.”
She nodded slowly, “Any good?”
“Incredibly good,” he replied, before looking back down at the box. “If you want some, speak now or forever hold your peace. I’m almost finished with it.”
Maka raised an eyebrow as she walked over to his desk, before pointing at the stack of boxes sitting next to him on the table. “You ate all of that already?”
He looked over there, before shaking his head. “No.”
“So—why are you almost finished?”
“I am,” he replied, holding up the box with the half eaten piece of cake it it. “See?”
“Why can’t I have some of these?” she asked, still pointing to the boxes.
“Why do you want those?” Flack asked.
“Because I want my own piece,” she replied, giving him a look.
“Those pieces aren’t available,” he stated, a completely straight look on his face. He could see that she was trying her hardest not to laugh at him, and he resented that a bit. He was being completely serious, why couldn’t she be?
“Flack—are you planning on eating that cake?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Eventually.”
“But not now.”
“No.”
“So there’s no reason why I can’t have one of these pieces?”
“Yes, there is. I’m going to eat them.”
“Flack,” she gave him a look crossing her arms across her chest. “Explain this to me in a way that make sense.”
“Well, you’re only having a bite, right?”
“I can’t have a whole piece?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s my cake.”
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to share?” she smirked.
“No,” he replied childishly, taking another bite of the cake, and giving her an innocent look. She rolled her eyes, turning her back to start walking away.
“You know what? It’s not even worth it.”
“Oh, it’s so worth it.”
“Then let me have a piece of damn cake, Flack,” she said, turning to face him and almost slamming her hands on the table. He pulled back slightly, a bit surprised by her reaction, before pulling out another fork and offering the box he had to her.
“Bite?”
She stared at him for a minute before taking the fork from his hand and taking one of his little boxes of heaven sitting on the table. Flack started to open his mouth to protest, but she just flashed him a look and he lowered his eyes going back to what he was doing as she walked out the door. He continued eating the rest of his cake, until Hawkes poked his head in and saw the slightly dejected look on his friends face.
“You alright, Flack?”
“Maka stole my cake.”
Hawkes smirked at him for a minute, before shaking his head. “You and your food.”
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