Title: In Flagrante Delicto
Author: TracyT
Rating: T
Category: Romance, Humor
Summary: Martha hears something she wasn't meant to
Spoilers: None, really
Archive: Yes, Please!
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Disclaimer: Not mine, but I wish they were. No profit will be made on this. It is a labor of love.
Author's Note: Okay, this stemmed from two things. First was Martha's reaction in Under the Gun when Rick said the treasure hunt was all worth it because Kate had given him a "sweaty hug," and I just read an adults only story by Duchess of Strumpetness called 'Castle Cuffed." *fan, fan*
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Martha let herself into the loft and closed the door with a sigh. She'd had an audition today that she had really been looking forward to, but it hadn't gone well. She just wasn't on her game today. She headed for the kitchen. She needed a drink.
She got a glass down from the cabinet and got the brandy bottle down from another. She needed the good stuff right now. She poured a couple fingers into the snifter and took a drink, relishing the burn as it went down.
That's when she heard it.
The unmistakable sound of bed springs squeaking and the headboard being knocked against the wall. Her son was having sex with someone upstairs. Lord, how awkward. She didn't even know there was someone on his radar right now. Then a dark thought entered her mind. Please, let it not be Gina. She couldn't stand the woman for how miserable she'd made Richard when they were married. She would never forgive her for that.
Looking over she noticed a trail of clothing going up the stairway. Huh. She hadn't noticed that when she'd first come in.
Well, she thought, at least it wasn't as bad as the time she'd caught him and some woman in the act on the kitchen island. Gads. They'd all been embarrassed, but Richard had recovered the fastest, asking Martha to leave and escorting his date upstairs. Later, he even had the cheek to occasionally make some teasing remark to Martha about the island, and her answer was usually, "darling, not enough Windex in the world…"
She heard some vocalizations from above and realized he must not have closed the bedroom door all the way. Fabulous. They really needed to come up with a signal, like tying a sock on the door knob or something, now that she was back to living at the loft full-time.
Well, she'd just finish her drink, clear out and leave them to it. She'd call before she came back. Thank god Alexis wasn't due home from school for a couple of hours.
From above, "Oh God." Okay, she thought, time to go. When Richard was to the point he was calling to the deities it was her cue to exit stage left.
Then she heard it. "God, Kate!" She heard the answering moans of a female voice.
Her eyebrows climbed into her hairline. Kate, was it? She couldn't prevent the smile that spread across her face. She nodded in approval.
Holding the brandy glass toward the stairway in a toast, she said softly, "Well, finally. Congratulations, you two. It's about damned time." She threw back the rest of the brandy, gathered her things together and left the loft as quietly as she had entered it.
Fin