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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-04 12:37 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-04 12:37 am
Flack/Stella - Operation: Snowball
ok, i know this is going to seem overdone by me eventually but i really don't think it's fair that lindsay is the only girl i write who gets to have fun with the ny boys in the snow. stella and maka deserve their fair share too.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Operation: Snowball
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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alphabetasoup Prompt: S is for Surprised
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: These attacks couldn’t just be suddenly sprung when he believed the target wasn’t expecting it. He had to wait it out, buy his time until the exact moment when he knew she was the most vulnerable. Launch his attack when she was least expecting it.
Author's Note: This was just for fun. But it is back when Flack was still a uniform again. Oh, and Arthur Branch from L&O gets hit in the face with a snowball. Just because I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
It was wet, it was cold and it had just smacked him in the back of the head.
If it had been ninety degrees outside, he might have felt differently, but it wasn’t. It was about twenty, and he could feel the cold snow starting to melt down his back, and it was not a pleasant feeling. He spun around, and caught a flash of curly brown hair ducking into a local alleyway. He knew exactly who it was, exactly. He didn’t know her motive or her reasoning, but he was now wet, on top of being cold, and he did not like this unexpected surprise coming from her direction.
This was so juvenile. It was so immature. And he was so getting her back for it.
Scooping up a handful of snow off the side of the street, he leaned against the brick wall and waited. He could hear her, standing behind the wall, breathing heavily and trying to control her laughter. He waited patiently, waiting for the moment at which to strike.
These attacks couldn’t just be suddenly sprung when he believed the target wasn’t expecting it. He had to wait it out, buy his time until the exact moment when he knew she was the most vulnerable. Launch his attack when she was least expecting it.
He listened as her breathing slowed, a long pause of confusion filled the air. She was expecting a retaliation, that much he knew, but she expected him to attack right away, think rashly and inefficiently, and she would catch him off guard and escape in his confusion. But she underestimated him, as usual. She didn’t realize that years of neighborhood snowball fights had trained him for this very moment, and it would take than an ambush from her side to throw him off guard.
He could almost picture her face as it was happening. The gleeful smile would fade, a frown of confusion replace it. She would remain silent, not wanting to give herself away in case he really is still standing there, but start to move slowly. He heard the shift in her heels against the pavement, slowly watched as the curly brown mane started to poke itself from around the corner when the snowball flew. She was quicker than he had anticipated though, and the snowball hit District Attorney Arthur Branch smack dab in the middle of his face as he was heading down the steps of the courthouse.
“Shit,” Flack whispered as he and Stella both stared at what he had done.
“Run!” she hissed and the two of them bolted into the alleyway and out into the school playground that lay behind it. Arthur Branch was a scary man, and neither of them wanted to face his wrath at being unexpectedly cold and wet all at the same time.
He stopped for a minute to catch his breath before collecting some of the snow that had gathered on one of the toys in the playground.
“You can’t be serious!” she grinned, chest still heaving from the run.
“I can’t?” he smirked, “If I remember correctly, you hit me with a snowball, and I haven’t gotten you back yet.” The grin stretched across his face, as he wound up with the snowball.
“Flack, I think worrying about if Branch is going to catch you should be your main priority right now,” she sighed, starting to back away from him as he moved closer to her.
“It should,” Flack nodded, then shook his head, “But it’s not.” He wound up and she twisted away from him, but not soon enough and it hit her smack in the small of her back. She reached for some more snow and soon a full blown snowball fight was waging.
They both got each other with a few good hits, but suddenly Stella’s foot hit the ground not quite the right way and her ankle gave out on her.
“Shit,” she hissed, leaning on the merry-go-round for support as she checked her ankle. Flack’s eyes flashed with concern. What the hell was she thinking, playing in heels like that?
“Stel? You OK?” he frowned, approaching her slowly. Once he had gotten close enough, she whirled around and smacked the snowball into the side of his head.
“Sucker,” she whispered playfully, and he shot her a hateful look.
“Damnit, why’d you have to get me in the ear?” he hissed, the cold shock to his system most unwelcome.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered, moving closer to him and brushing the melting snow away from his face.
“You should be,” he pouted, and he moved in closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Don, someone’s going to—” she started to say but he cut her off, warm lips descending on hers. She felt the cold wet of the snow left over on his gloves against her face and it made her shiver, chills running down her spine.
He broke the kiss softly, and she leaned into his chest, just wrapped up in the content of spending the moment alone, until:
“—some damn uniform playing snowball tag with his girlfriend. I swear to God in heaven, if I ever get my hands on this man, it’ll be the last thing he—”
Stella and Flack both glanced down the alleyway in fear, and she repeated her mantra of what she had said the last time.
“Run, Don,” she sighed, pushing him ahead of her, “Run.”
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Operation: Snowball
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: S is for SurprisedContent Warning: N/A
Summary: These attacks couldn’t just be suddenly sprung when he believed the target wasn’t expecting it. He had to wait it out, buy his time until the exact moment when he knew she was the most vulnerable. Launch his attack when she was least expecting it.
Author's Note: This was just for fun. But it is back when Flack was still a uniform again. Oh, and Arthur Branch from L&O gets hit in the face with a snowball. Just because I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
It was wet, it was cold and it had just smacked him in the back of the head.
If it had been ninety degrees outside, he might have felt differently, but it wasn’t. It was about twenty, and he could feel the cold snow starting to melt down his back, and it was not a pleasant feeling. He spun around, and caught a flash of curly brown hair ducking into a local alleyway. He knew exactly who it was, exactly. He didn’t know her motive or her reasoning, but he was now wet, on top of being cold, and he did not like this unexpected surprise coming from her direction.
This was so juvenile. It was so immature. And he was so getting her back for it.
Scooping up a handful of snow off the side of the street, he leaned against the brick wall and waited. He could hear her, standing behind the wall, breathing heavily and trying to control her laughter. He waited patiently, waiting for the moment at which to strike.
These attacks couldn’t just be suddenly sprung when he believed the target wasn’t expecting it. He had to wait it out, buy his time until the exact moment when he knew she was the most vulnerable. Launch his attack when she was least expecting it.
He listened as her breathing slowed, a long pause of confusion filled the air. She was expecting a retaliation, that much he knew, but she expected him to attack right away, think rashly and inefficiently, and she would catch him off guard and escape in his confusion. But she underestimated him, as usual. She didn’t realize that years of neighborhood snowball fights had trained him for this very moment, and it would take than an ambush from her side to throw him off guard.
He could almost picture her face as it was happening. The gleeful smile would fade, a frown of confusion replace it. She would remain silent, not wanting to give herself away in case he really is still standing there, but start to move slowly. He heard the shift in her heels against the pavement, slowly watched as the curly brown mane started to poke itself from around the corner when the snowball flew. She was quicker than he had anticipated though, and the snowball hit District Attorney Arthur Branch smack dab in the middle of his face as he was heading down the steps of the courthouse.
“Shit,” Flack whispered as he and Stella both stared at what he had done.
“Run!” she hissed and the two of them bolted into the alleyway and out into the school playground that lay behind it. Arthur Branch was a scary man, and neither of them wanted to face his wrath at being unexpectedly cold and wet all at the same time.
He stopped for a minute to catch his breath before collecting some of the snow that had gathered on one of the toys in the playground.
“You can’t be serious!” she grinned, chest still heaving from the run.
“I can’t?” he smirked, “If I remember correctly, you hit me with a snowball, and I haven’t gotten you back yet.” The grin stretched across his face, as he wound up with the snowball.
“Flack, I think worrying about if Branch is going to catch you should be your main priority right now,” she sighed, starting to back away from him as he moved closer to her.
“It should,” Flack nodded, then shook his head, “But it’s not.” He wound up and she twisted away from him, but not soon enough and it hit her smack in the small of her back. She reached for some more snow and soon a full blown snowball fight was waging.
They both got each other with a few good hits, but suddenly Stella’s foot hit the ground not quite the right way and her ankle gave out on her.
“Shit,” she hissed, leaning on the merry-go-round for support as she checked her ankle. Flack’s eyes flashed with concern. What the hell was she thinking, playing in heels like that?
“Stel? You OK?” he frowned, approaching her slowly. Once he had gotten close enough, she whirled around and smacked the snowball into the side of his head.
“Sucker,” she whispered playfully, and he shot her a hateful look.
“Damnit, why’d you have to get me in the ear?” he hissed, the cold shock to his system most unwelcome.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered, moving closer to him and brushing the melting snow away from his face.
“You should be,” he pouted, and he moved in closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Don, someone’s going to—” she started to say but he cut her off, warm lips descending on hers. She felt the cold wet of the snow left over on his gloves against her face and it made her shiver, chills running down her spine.
He broke the kiss softly, and she leaned into his chest, just wrapped up in the content of spending the moment alone, until:
“—some damn uniform playing snowball tag with his girlfriend. I swear to God in heaven, if I ever get my hands on this man, it’ll be the last thing he—”
Stella and Flack both glanced down the alleyway in fear, and she repeated her mantra of what she had said the last time.
“Run, Don,” she sighed, pushing him ahead of her, “Run.”