[fic] Untitled Sato/Takagi thing
May. 31st, 2004 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpWanna call this 'Kissing in the Bullpen' or something like that.
*shrugs* Just an odd mental pic that passed by.
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Sato resisted the urge to run her hands down her face, then back up and pull her hair so hard she would rip it out by the roots. And growl. Oh, yes. She very much wanted to growl. And snarl. Snarling was good too. So was biting.
But she did none of these things. Instead, she plastered what she hoped was a very patient and understanding look on her face and hope that it didn't make her look like a deranged homicidal manic.
After all, it wasn't lady-like to growl, hiss and snap like a rabid junk yard dog.
"Moth-er." Okay, that came out a bit harsher than she had intended. She winced, but pushed her way through anyway. "I am at work. This is NOT the time and place to discuss when I am getting -married-."
In her periphery vision she became aware of a sudden stillness around her desk and ignored it.
"No, Mother. I do not know when I'm getting married." She would not snarl, she would not snarl, she would not snarl...
... If she heard the phrase 'old maid' one more time, she was going to scream.
"What do you want me to do?" She ground out instead. "Marry the next guy that comes up and talks to me?!"
"Ah-" She glanced up to see Takagi stumbling slightly and catch himself, attempting to keep the two styrofoam cups of hot coffee from spilling all over the place. His cheeks turned pink as he straightened up, setting one of the slightly splattered cups on her desk, carefully out of the way from any papers. "Sorry." He murmured.
-That would work.
Mom liked the idea too.
"Okay." She set the phone down and rose, closing the distance between herself and Takagi. He had a 'caught in the headlights' look that some perpetrators got when they -knew- resistance was futile, all wide soft brown eyes and slightly tousled hair.
She grabbed his tie and gave it a sharp tug, pulling his head down to hers until she could catch his lips with hers. They were soft and pliant against hers, tasting like vanilla and coffee.
She could get used to this. -Hopefully with a bit more co-operation on his part, but she was willing to overlook it this time.
Feeling both giddy and satisfied she let him go and picked up the phone. "Yeah, Mother? You can stop asking now."
The tirade that followed was almost as entertaining as watching the pink on Takagi's face fade as he turned pale, then blushed again, looking like he had just gotten hit over the head with a lead pipe.
She pulled the phone away from her mouth for a moment. "Mother wants to know if you're free for dinner this evening." She commented.
Takagi looked about ready to faint.
Yeah, this could definitely work...
-fin-
Has anyone seen my Sarah McLaughlin CD? Kinda in the mood for writing to it... hmm...
*shrugs* Just an odd mental pic that passed by.
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Sato resisted the urge to run her hands down her face, then back up and pull her hair so hard she would rip it out by the roots. And growl. Oh, yes. She very much wanted to growl. And snarl. Snarling was good too. So was biting.
But she did none of these things. Instead, she plastered what she hoped was a very patient and understanding look on her face and hope that it didn't make her look like a deranged homicidal manic.
After all, it wasn't lady-like to growl, hiss and snap like a rabid junk yard dog.
"Moth-er." Okay, that came out a bit harsher than she had intended. She winced, but pushed her way through anyway. "I am at work. This is NOT the time and place to discuss when I am getting -married-."
In her periphery vision she became aware of a sudden stillness around her desk and ignored it.
"No, Mother. I do not know when I'm getting married." She would not snarl, she would not snarl, she would not snarl...
... If she heard the phrase 'old maid' one more time, she was going to scream.
"What do you want me to do?" She ground out instead. "Marry the next guy that comes up and talks to me?!"
"Ah-" She glanced up to see Takagi stumbling slightly and catch himself, attempting to keep the two styrofoam cups of hot coffee from spilling all over the place. His cheeks turned pink as he straightened up, setting one of the slightly splattered cups on her desk, carefully out of the way from any papers. "Sorry." He murmured.
-That would work.
Mom liked the idea too.
"Okay." She set the phone down and rose, closing the distance between herself and Takagi. He had a 'caught in the headlights' look that some perpetrators got when they -knew- resistance was futile, all wide soft brown eyes and slightly tousled hair.
She grabbed his tie and gave it a sharp tug, pulling his head down to hers until she could catch his lips with hers. They were soft and pliant against hers, tasting like vanilla and coffee.
She could get used to this. -Hopefully with a bit more co-operation on his part, but she was willing to overlook it this time.
Feeling both giddy and satisfied she let him go and picked up the phone. "Yeah, Mother? You can stop asking now."
The tirade that followed was almost as entertaining as watching the pink on Takagi's face fade as he turned pale, then blushed again, looking like he had just gotten hit over the head with a lead pipe.
She pulled the phone away from her mouth for a moment. "Mother wants to know if you're free for dinner this evening." She commented.
Takagi looked about ready to faint.
Yeah, this could definitely work...
-fin-
Has anyone seen my Sarah McLaughlin CD? Kinda in the mood for writing to it... hmm...
