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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-18 11:11 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-18 11:11 pm
Danny/Maka - Do the Cool-Whip
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Do the Cool-Whip
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 009. Cool-Whip
15pairings Prompt: secret sin
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Kaile and Cara have an interesting conversation.
Author's Note: Heh...been trying to get this one out for a while now. Finally found a way where it worked.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
“I—I like it when she wraps me in deli meats,” Cara Fabian said, mimicking David Duchovny as she and Kaile came out of Trust the Man, “Especially ham. And I have her eat it off me in—layers.” At the last part Cara laughed, before shaking her head in disbelief, “So many good actors, such a bad movie.”
“Tell me about it,” Kaile rolled her eyes as Cara walked up to her, slipping her arm into the other woman’s.
“Although it did get me thinking,” Cara said slyly.
“About what?” Kaile asked, giving her sometimes friend a look. Cara forced Kaile into doing some kind of activity with her at least once a month, so that they wouldn’t lose their friendship. But Kaile wasn’t sure if she still wanted to be friends with the woman to begin with.
“You and me haven’t talked about a certain boyfriend of yours much,” Cara said with a wink, and Kaile rolled her eyes.
“Cara, that’s really none of your business,” Kaile replied firmly.
“Come on, Kaile,” Cara groaned, “You and me always used to stalk about stuff like that. I wanna know.”
“Yeah, well, I grew up since then,” Kaile stated before lowering her voice, “What me and Danny do in bed is our business.”
“What if we did something like twenty questions?” Cara sighed, “All you would have to do is respond yes or no.”
“Cara—” Kaile groaned.
“It’s only yes or no, Kaile,” Cara smirked, “I’m not going to ask for gross details or anything.”
Kaile pinched her eyes closed, before responding, “Fine.”
Cara gave her a giant smile, before speaking, “Well, is it good?”
“Yeah,” Kaile replied, and Cara smirked.
“Yeah, well you can tell that by looking at him,” Cara commented, before thinking slightly, and asking another question, “You two are both cops, right?”
“Yeah,” Kaile said slowly.
“Have you ever—played around with the handcuffs?”
“Maybe,” Kaile commented lazily, starting to get more comfortable with the game they were playing.
“Maybe is not an option,” Cara said stubbornly, “Either yes or no.”
“Pass.”
“Fine,” Cara rolled her eyes, “What about foods?”
“What about them?”
“Do you two have some fun with the whipped cream or chocolate sauce?” Cara replied, wiggling her eyebrows, making Kaile laugh.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You don’t have any secret food fetishes?”
“No.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never done the Cool-Whip?” Cara said with a smirk.
“No,” Kaile shook her head.
“Please tell me you’ve at least thought about covering that man in Cool-Whip and licking it off him,” Cara replied, “Hell, I’ve thought about covering that man in Cool-Whip and licking it off him.” Kaile shot her a look on that, and Cara gave her a meek smile, “Which I wouldn’t act on unless you two weren’t together.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Kaile, what kind of woman do you think I am?”
“You don’t want me to answer that.”
“Fine.” Cara gave her a smirk, “I really think you should test out the Cool-Whip idea, Kaile. If not you licking it off him—” Cara leaned in and whispered in her friend’s ear, “—him licking it off you.” Cara caught the hitch in her friend’s breath, and smiled, knowing her work there was done.
***
Kaile gratefully closed the front door behind her, surprised that she hadn’t gotten herself into an accident on the way home. Damn that woman. She had tried keeping her mind off what Cara had said the entire time, and keeping her eyes focused on the road, but instead she was stuck with the mental image of whipped cream all over her body, Danny hovering over her, that tongue—
It was one of those things that stuck with you. For a nice long time.
She was also very aware of the fact that there was a tub of Cool-Whip sitting in her refrigerator from the last family gathering, and that she and Danny both had the day off tomorrow.
“Kaile?” Danny frowned as he walked into the entryway.
“My friends are insane,” she said as she walked past him into the kitchen. He gave her a look of confusion as she breezed by him, and then followed her, watching as she disappeared behind the door of the refrigerator.
“What was the topic of conversation this time around?” he asked.
“You,” Kaile replied, and Danny’s raised his eyebrows.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” she replied before her head appeared over to top of the door, “What happened to the Cool-Whip that was in here?”
“Flack took it,” Danny replied, “He saw it, and since we weren’t eating it, I told him he could take it.”
She let out a groan and shut the door of the refrigerator. She was going to murder Don Flack.
“And I take it that that’s a bad thing?” Danny asked, the confused look intensifying.
“No, not necessarily bad,” she began as she felt him take her hand and pull her into his arms, “Just inconvenient.”
“Sudden craving for Cool-Whip?” Danny asked, and she gave him a smirk.
“Something like that,” she replied, before leaning for a kiss. He responded quickly, tightening his arms around her and pulling her closer. She started to back him in the direction of the bedroom, and Danny broke the kiss when his back hit the wooden door.
“Why do we close this thing?” he grumbled, fumbling with the door knob, as he felt Kaile start to nibble on his jaw line.
“I dunno,” she whispered, when he finally got the door open and continued to back into the room.
“So this must have been a pretty interesting conversation you two had about me,” Danny said with a grin as his back hit the mattress.
“You have no idea.”
Title: Do the Cool-Whip
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 009. Cool-Whip 15pairings Prompt: secret sinContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Kaile and Cara have an interesting conversation.
Author's Note: Heh...been trying to get this one out for a while now. Finally found a way where it worked.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
“I—I like it when she wraps me in deli meats,” Cara Fabian said, mimicking David Duchovny as she and Kaile came out of Trust the Man, “Especially ham. And I have her eat it off me in—layers.” At the last part Cara laughed, before shaking her head in disbelief, “So many good actors, such a bad movie.”
“Tell me about it,” Kaile rolled her eyes as Cara walked up to her, slipping her arm into the other woman’s.
“Although it did get me thinking,” Cara said slyly.
“About what?” Kaile asked, giving her sometimes friend a look. Cara forced Kaile into doing some kind of activity with her at least once a month, so that they wouldn’t lose their friendship. But Kaile wasn’t sure if she still wanted to be friends with the woman to begin with.
“You and me haven’t talked about a certain boyfriend of yours much,” Cara said with a wink, and Kaile rolled her eyes.
“Cara, that’s really none of your business,” Kaile replied firmly.
“Come on, Kaile,” Cara groaned, “You and me always used to stalk about stuff like that. I wanna know.”
“Yeah, well, I grew up since then,” Kaile stated before lowering her voice, “What me and Danny do in bed is our business.”
“What if we did something like twenty questions?” Cara sighed, “All you would have to do is respond yes or no.”
“Cara—” Kaile groaned.
“It’s only yes or no, Kaile,” Cara smirked, “I’m not going to ask for gross details or anything.”
Kaile pinched her eyes closed, before responding, “Fine.”
Cara gave her a giant smile, before speaking, “Well, is it good?”
“Yeah,” Kaile replied, and Cara smirked.
“Yeah, well you can tell that by looking at him,” Cara commented, before thinking slightly, and asking another question, “You two are both cops, right?”
“Yeah,” Kaile said slowly.
“Have you ever—played around with the handcuffs?”
“Maybe,” Kaile commented lazily, starting to get more comfortable with the game they were playing.
“Maybe is not an option,” Cara said stubbornly, “Either yes or no.”
“Pass.”
“Fine,” Cara rolled her eyes, “What about foods?”
“What about them?”
“Do you two have some fun with the whipped cream or chocolate sauce?” Cara replied, wiggling her eyebrows, making Kaile laugh.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You don’t have any secret food fetishes?”
“No.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never done the Cool-Whip?” Cara said with a smirk.
“No,” Kaile shook her head.
“Please tell me you’ve at least thought about covering that man in Cool-Whip and licking it off him,” Cara replied, “Hell, I’ve thought about covering that man in Cool-Whip and licking it off him.” Kaile shot her a look on that, and Cara gave her a meek smile, “Which I wouldn’t act on unless you two weren’t together.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Kaile, what kind of woman do you think I am?”
“You don’t want me to answer that.”
“Fine.” Cara gave her a smirk, “I really think you should test out the Cool-Whip idea, Kaile. If not you licking it off him—” Cara leaned in and whispered in her friend’s ear, “—him licking it off you.” Cara caught the hitch in her friend’s breath, and smiled, knowing her work there was done.
***
Kaile gratefully closed the front door behind her, surprised that she hadn’t gotten herself into an accident on the way home. Damn that woman. She had tried keeping her mind off what Cara had said the entire time, and keeping her eyes focused on the road, but instead she was stuck with the mental image of whipped cream all over her body, Danny hovering over her, that tongue—
It was one of those things that stuck with you. For a nice long time.
She was also very aware of the fact that there was a tub of Cool-Whip sitting in her refrigerator from the last family gathering, and that she and Danny both had the day off tomorrow.
“Kaile?” Danny frowned as he walked into the entryway.
“My friends are insane,” she said as she walked past him into the kitchen. He gave her a look of confusion as she breezed by him, and then followed her, watching as she disappeared behind the door of the refrigerator.
“What was the topic of conversation this time around?” he asked.
“You,” Kaile replied, and Danny’s raised his eyebrows.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” she replied before her head appeared over to top of the door, “What happened to the Cool-Whip that was in here?”
“Flack took it,” Danny replied, “He saw it, and since we weren’t eating it, I told him he could take it.”
She let out a groan and shut the door of the refrigerator. She was going to murder Don Flack.
“And I take it that that’s a bad thing?” Danny asked, the confused look intensifying.
“No, not necessarily bad,” she began as she felt him take her hand and pull her into his arms, “Just inconvenient.”
“Sudden craving for Cool-Whip?” Danny asked, and she gave him a smirk.
“Something like that,” she replied, before leaning for a kiss. He responded quickly, tightening his arms around her and pulling her closer. She started to back him in the direction of the bedroom, and Danny broke the kiss when his back hit the wooden door.
“Why do we close this thing?” he grumbled, fumbling with the door knob, as he felt Kaile start to nibble on his jaw line.
“I dunno,” she whispered, when he finally got the door open and continued to back into the room.
“So this must have been a pretty interesting conversation you two had about me,” Danny said with a grin as his back hit the mattress.
“You have no idea.”
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“I dunno,” she whispered, when he finally got the door open and continued to back into the room.
And that just sums the two of them up so perfectly. That and the whole bit about Maka wanting to kill Flack for taking the Cool Whip.
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and he's using the whipped cream on me. i'm the flack!whore.
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