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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-06-09 02:49 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-06-09 02:49 pm
First kiss drabbles pt. 2
And here's (most of) the rest of the first kiss drabbles. I still owe ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
famouscliche Mac/Stella fic, and she asked for Mac/Stella for this, so I'm just going to roll that into one and do it that way, because Mac and Stella don't want to work with each other today. Same spoiler warnings apply to this one, so you've been warned.
Catherine Willows/Warrick Brown:
Warrick had offered to drive her home after a bad day at the office, and she was more than willing to let him. It had been a long shift, and all she wanted to do was get home to her daughter and just relax, sleep all the stress away. He talked to her most of the drive, but she didn’t respond much, her mind too focused on making it home to her own bed. It wasn’t until they were sitting in her driveway, that she actually turned to him, giving him a smile.
“Thanks, Warrick. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime,” he nodded, and she turned to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, just as he was turning to face her, their lips meeting in a brief, innocent kiss. She felt his hand sliding over her arm, and she pulled away, looking slightly flustered as she opened the door of the car.
“I’ll uh—I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, looking just as awkward himself, “See you tomorrow.”
Ziva David/Don Eppes:
“I still don’t get it,” Ziva sighed, staring into the drink in front of her, “How did the math equation help find the killer?”
“To hell if I know,” Don replied, taking a sip of his beer, sitting on the barstool next to her, “My brother’s the math genius, not me.”
Ziva frowned, before shrugging slightly, “I’ve never been one for geniuses. In fact, I find them kind of boring.”
“Really?” he smirked, shifting on the stool so that he was facing her more.
“I prefer a man with more practical knowledge,” she replied, her voice starting to get a bit more flirty.
“Like what?”
“Like how to handle a sniper rifle,” she sighed with a smirk. Don raised an eyebrow slightly, before leaning into her more.
“I think I know a guy who can do that.”
“Really? You’d have to introduce him to me sometime,” she replied, mimicking his position.
“I’ll do that,” he nodded. She took the initiative to bridge the rest of the gap, kissing him lightly, but he was the one who took it the rest of the way, leaving her breathless by the time she finally pulled back from him.
She shifted on the stool again, turning to face the bar more, but not away from him completely, “When do you have to go back to LA?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“That’s not a lot of time, is it?”
“‘Fraid not.”
“Then why don’t we go somewhere a bit more—private?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Dean Winchester/Catherine Willows:
“Ms. Willows!”
Catherine turned around to see the wiseass she had interviewed earlier about one of her murders. She had been so sure it was him, but the evidence just wasn’t going her way. The guy was clean, and they had to cut him loose. That didn’t stop him from saying one last goodbye as they were letting him go. Catherine crossed her arms in front of her chest, and gave him a look.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Winchester?”
“Please—call me Dean.”
She raised an eyebrow before continuing, “What can I do for you, Mr. Winchester?”
“Well—I just feel like we really connected in there,” he said, “I really got to know you. And I wanted to say goodbye.”
“I’m sure,” she sighed, “Look, if there’s nothing else, I have a job to do—”
Dean moved towards her faster than she could comprehend, and suddenly his lips were on hers, giving her a warm kiss, that was gentler than she had expected, but still not necessarily what she had in mind as a good bye. He pulled back and gave her a soft smile.
“Bye, Catherine.”
He walked out of the lab, and she blinked for a minute, staring at his back as he left.
“What the hell was that?”
Danny Messer/Sofia Curtis:
“Would you just make up your damn mind?” Danny growled as he glared at the woman across from him.
“Make up my mind about what?” she said, giving him a equally venomous look.
“Do you want me or not?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. At that, she laughed.
“I have never given you any indication that I wanted you.”
“Oh, that’s bullshit. You’ve been yanking me around since day one.”
“I have not.”
“Yes,” he nodded, moving closer to her, “You have.”
“Like when?”
“When? Sofia, it’s in everything you do,” he said, “One day, you’re treating me like an actual human being, and the next you’re shooting me death glares, and I just want to know—”
“You ever think my mood my change because those are the days you happen to piss me off? Or maybe I’m nice to you because someone is around, and we have to look like we can at least tolerate each other. Or maybe—”
Danny cut her off with a long, slow kiss, that was admittedly better than she had expected. Not that he was actually good at it, but that he was able to put something behind it—anger, frustration, need, whatever it was—instead of just slobbering her face off. When he finally pulled back, he whispered softly, “Could you just shut up for two seconds, and let me talk?”
“OK,” she nodded.
James Wilson/Allison Cameron:
“Been a long time.”
Wilson turned at the voice behind him and saw Cameron standing there. She looked older, but she still had the same look to her, being Cameron. He gave her a small smile, before nodding. “Yes, it has. What are you doing here?”
“Same thing you are,” she replied with a smirk, “House’s big send off.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “I was wondering if any of you were going to actually show up.”
“Well, I was hoping that most of us could have managed to put the past behind us, but—I guess I’m probably wrong.” She looked down with a smile, and Wilson watched her, surprised that her mannerisms hadn’t changed much in all these years.
“You never know,” he stated.
“I’m actually on my way out,” she continued to ramble, “I stopped in, let House insult me, and now I’m on my way out again.”
“I see.”
She hesitated for a minute, before walking over and giving him a hug, “It was nice seeing you, Wilson.”
She pulled back from the hug, and he slipped a hand over her face, pulling her into a brief kiss before letting her go, and backing away from her.
“Always wanted to know what that felt like,” he murmured, before turning to head back to the party.
Sofia Curtis/Dean Winchester:
Dean had been chatting up the detective for an almost a half hour, doing his best to keep her from turning around and spotting his brother wandering around an active crime scene, with the EMF reader on his ears. He knew they didn’t have much more time before the CSIs decided to return to the scene to try and figure out what they’d missed, and Sam didn’t seem to be any closer from where they started. He kept giving her an easy smile. Shooting Sam looks until she caught the last one, frowning slightly.
“What are you—”
She started to turn around, but then Dean grabbed her by the shoulders, cupped her face, and pulled her into a warm kiss. She was too surprised to actually push him off of her, letting him kiss her until he heard Sam blare the horn in the Impala, and then he pulled back with a smile.
“Very nice talking to you,” he said, giving her a grin before taking off for the car. Sofia blinked at his retreating back, a very confused look on her face.
“I have got to stop working the night shift.”
Sheldon Hawkes/Megan Reeves:
“Not bad Doctor Hawkes,” Megan grinned as Hawkes spun her around on the dance floor, “But then again, I should know better than to not expect you to be light on your feet.”
He shrugged, “I’d like to think I still can be full of surprises.”
“I never said you weren’t,” she smirked, feeling his arm slide around her waist, keeping her swaying in time to the music. She glanced around the bar for a minute, and Hawkes leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“No one’s here.”
“I know,” she sighed, turning back to face him, “I’m just—a little nervous. I don’t need the gossip.”
“Well, even if they do gossip, they can’t do it for long,” he replied, “Not many people know who the other is, and gossip like that gets boring after a while.”
“Maybe,” Megan nodded, “But still—we don’t need them talking when there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Then let’s give them something,” he murmured, leaning in closer to her, “So that they’re not wasting their breath.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his lips brush hers, before giving into the kiss and kissing him back. She grinned at him when he finally pulled back, before shaking her head, “That’ll definitely give them something.”
Ziva David/Don Flack:
“For the record,” Ziva began, shifting uncomfortably on Flack’s lap, “I was not OK with this plan.”
“Neither was I,” he muttered, glancing away from her briefly, “So don’t worry.”
“Also—if you try anything funny, I will castrate you.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“So long as we’re clear.”
Flack sighed heavily, tilting his head so that he was looking behind her, “I’m gonna kill Danny.”
“I’m gonna kill DiNozzo,” she added.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like DiNozzo, but if this is how the two of us were going to end up, I’m glad it’s you instead of him.”
She laughed in his ear, and then shook her head, “I can see why this might be more—enjoyable for you.”
He shrugged and started to say something, but he was suddenly caught up in a warm kiss. He was a bit surprised, but he relaxed against her, letting her kiss him. When she finally pulled back, he raised his eyebrows at her in surprise. “Why’d you—?”
“Didn’t want to blow our cover,” Ziva replied, before turning her eyes away from him, “We’re supposed to be lovers, yes?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Flack nodded, looking away from her and a grin crossing his lips.
Stella Bonasera/David Sinclair:
David didn’t come back home often, and when he did, he tried to avoid the club scene. But when a group of friends he was still tight with decided to bring him along to this club, there was no way he could say no. He had spent most of the evening at the bar so far, and it wasn’t until a gorgeous woman with green eyes and curly hair asked him if he wanted to dance. Now who the hell was he to say no to an offer like that.
It wasn’t until a few songs and a few drinks later that she said she had to go, claiming that she had an early shift, and he reached forward to take her hand, asking her for her name before she disappeared into the city. She gave him a smile before fisting the front of his shirt, giving him a quick kiss, and a wink before heading off.
“It’s Stella.”
famouscliche Mac/Stella fic, and she asked for Mac/Stella for this, so I'm just going to roll that into one and do it that way, because Mac and Stella don't want to work with each other today. Same spoiler warnings apply to this one, so you've been warned.Catherine Willows/Warrick Brown:
Warrick had offered to drive her home after a bad day at the office, and she was more than willing to let him. It had been a long shift, and all she wanted to do was get home to her daughter and just relax, sleep all the stress away. He talked to her most of the drive, but she didn’t respond much, her mind too focused on making it home to her own bed. It wasn’t until they were sitting in her driveway, that she actually turned to him, giving him a smile.
“Thanks, Warrick. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime,” he nodded, and she turned to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, just as he was turning to face her, their lips meeting in a brief, innocent kiss. She felt his hand sliding over her arm, and she pulled away, looking slightly flustered as she opened the door of the car.
“I’ll uh—I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, looking just as awkward himself, “See you tomorrow.”
Ziva David/Don Eppes:
“I still don’t get it,” Ziva sighed, staring into the drink in front of her, “How did the math equation help find the killer?”
“To hell if I know,” Don replied, taking a sip of his beer, sitting on the barstool next to her, “My brother’s the math genius, not me.”
Ziva frowned, before shrugging slightly, “I’ve never been one for geniuses. In fact, I find them kind of boring.”
“Really?” he smirked, shifting on the stool so that he was facing her more.
“I prefer a man with more practical knowledge,” she replied, her voice starting to get a bit more flirty.
“Like what?”
“Like how to handle a sniper rifle,” she sighed with a smirk. Don raised an eyebrow slightly, before leaning into her more.
“I think I know a guy who can do that.”
“Really? You’d have to introduce him to me sometime,” she replied, mimicking his position.
“I’ll do that,” he nodded. She took the initiative to bridge the rest of the gap, kissing him lightly, but he was the one who took it the rest of the way, leaving her breathless by the time she finally pulled back from him.
She shifted on the stool again, turning to face the bar more, but not away from him completely, “When do you have to go back to LA?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“That’s not a lot of time, is it?”
“‘Fraid not.”
“Then why don’t we go somewhere a bit more—private?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Dean Winchester/Catherine Willows:
“Ms. Willows!”
Catherine turned around to see the wiseass she had interviewed earlier about one of her murders. She had been so sure it was him, but the evidence just wasn’t going her way. The guy was clean, and they had to cut him loose. That didn’t stop him from saying one last goodbye as they were letting him go. Catherine crossed her arms in front of her chest, and gave him a look.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Winchester?”
“Please—call me Dean.”
She raised an eyebrow before continuing, “What can I do for you, Mr. Winchester?”
“Well—I just feel like we really connected in there,” he said, “I really got to know you. And I wanted to say goodbye.”
“I’m sure,” she sighed, “Look, if there’s nothing else, I have a job to do—”
Dean moved towards her faster than she could comprehend, and suddenly his lips were on hers, giving her a warm kiss, that was gentler than she had expected, but still not necessarily what she had in mind as a good bye. He pulled back and gave her a soft smile.
“Bye, Catherine.”
He walked out of the lab, and she blinked for a minute, staring at his back as he left.
“What the hell was that?”
Danny Messer/Sofia Curtis:
“Would you just make up your damn mind?” Danny growled as he glared at the woman across from him.
“Make up my mind about what?” she said, giving him a equally venomous look.
“Do you want me or not?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. At that, she laughed.
“I have never given you any indication that I wanted you.”
“Oh, that’s bullshit. You’ve been yanking me around since day one.”
“I have not.”
“Yes,” he nodded, moving closer to her, “You have.”
“Like when?”
“When? Sofia, it’s in everything you do,” he said, “One day, you’re treating me like an actual human being, and the next you’re shooting me death glares, and I just want to know—”
“You ever think my mood my change because those are the days you happen to piss me off? Or maybe I’m nice to you because someone is around, and we have to look like we can at least tolerate each other. Or maybe—”
Danny cut her off with a long, slow kiss, that was admittedly better than she had expected. Not that he was actually good at it, but that he was able to put something behind it—anger, frustration, need, whatever it was—instead of just slobbering her face off. When he finally pulled back, he whispered softly, “Could you just shut up for two seconds, and let me talk?”
“OK,” she nodded.
James Wilson/Allison Cameron:
“Been a long time.”
Wilson turned at the voice behind him and saw Cameron standing there. She looked older, but she still had the same look to her, being Cameron. He gave her a small smile, before nodding. “Yes, it has. What are you doing here?”
“Same thing you are,” she replied with a smirk, “House’s big send off.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “I was wondering if any of you were going to actually show up.”
“Well, I was hoping that most of us could have managed to put the past behind us, but—I guess I’m probably wrong.” She looked down with a smile, and Wilson watched her, surprised that her mannerisms hadn’t changed much in all these years.
“You never know,” he stated.
“I’m actually on my way out,” she continued to ramble, “I stopped in, let House insult me, and now I’m on my way out again.”
“I see.”
She hesitated for a minute, before walking over and giving him a hug, “It was nice seeing you, Wilson.”
She pulled back from the hug, and he slipped a hand over her face, pulling her into a brief kiss before letting her go, and backing away from her.
“Always wanted to know what that felt like,” he murmured, before turning to head back to the party.
Sofia Curtis/Dean Winchester:
Dean had been chatting up the detective for an almost a half hour, doing his best to keep her from turning around and spotting his brother wandering around an active crime scene, with the EMF reader on his ears. He knew they didn’t have much more time before the CSIs decided to return to the scene to try and figure out what they’d missed, and Sam didn’t seem to be any closer from where they started. He kept giving her an easy smile. Shooting Sam looks until she caught the last one, frowning slightly.
“What are you—”
She started to turn around, but then Dean grabbed her by the shoulders, cupped her face, and pulled her into a warm kiss. She was too surprised to actually push him off of her, letting him kiss her until he heard Sam blare the horn in the Impala, and then he pulled back with a smile.
“Very nice talking to you,” he said, giving her a grin before taking off for the car. Sofia blinked at his retreating back, a very confused look on her face.
“I have got to stop working the night shift.”
Sheldon Hawkes/Megan Reeves:
“Not bad Doctor Hawkes,” Megan grinned as Hawkes spun her around on the dance floor, “But then again, I should know better than to not expect you to be light on your feet.”
He shrugged, “I’d like to think I still can be full of surprises.”
“I never said you weren’t,” she smirked, feeling his arm slide around her waist, keeping her swaying in time to the music. She glanced around the bar for a minute, and Hawkes leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“No one’s here.”
“I know,” she sighed, turning back to face him, “I’m just—a little nervous. I don’t need the gossip.”
“Well, even if they do gossip, they can’t do it for long,” he replied, “Not many people know who the other is, and gossip like that gets boring after a while.”
“Maybe,” Megan nodded, “But still—we don’t need them talking when there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Then let’s give them something,” he murmured, leaning in closer to her, “So that they’re not wasting their breath.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his lips brush hers, before giving into the kiss and kissing him back. She grinned at him when he finally pulled back, before shaking her head, “That’ll definitely give them something.”
Ziva David/Don Flack:
“For the record,” Ziva began, shifting uncomfortably on Flack’s lap, “I was not OK with this plan.”
“Neither was I,” he muttered, glancing away from her briefly, “So don’t worry.”
“Also—if you try anything funny, I will castrate you.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“So long as we’re clear.”
Flack sighed heavily, tilting his head so that he was looking behind her, “I’m gonna kill Danny.”
“I’m gonna kill DiNozzo,” she added.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like DiNozzo, but if this is how the two of us were going to end up, I’m glad it’s you instead of him.”
She laughed in his ear, and then shook her head, “I can see why this might be more—enjoyable for you.”
He shrugged and started to say something, but he was suddenly caught up in a warm kiss. He was a bit surprised, but he relaxed against her, letting her kiss him. When she finally pulled back, he raised his eyebrows at her in surprise. “Why’d you—?”
“Didn’t want to blow our cover,” Ziva replied, before turning her eyes away from him, “We’re supposed to be lovers, yes?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Flack nodded, looking away from her and a grin crossing his lips.
Stella Bonasera/David Sinclair:
David didn’t come back home often, and when he did, he tried to avoid the club scene. But when a group of friends he was still tight with decided to bring him along to this club, there was no way he could say no. He had spent most of the evening at the bar so far, and it wasn’t until a gorgeous woman with green eyes and curly hair asked him if he wanted to dance. Now who the hell was he to say no to an offer like that.
It wasn’t until a few songs and a few drinks later that she said she had to go, claiming that she had an early shift, and he reached forward to take her hand, asking her for her name before she disappeared into the city. She gave him a smile before fisting the front of his shirt, giving him a quick kiss, and a wink before heading off.
“It’s Stella.”
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