Title: It's Not My Fault
Author: Karolyn Gray
Fandom: Haven
Summary: I have to…
Main characters: Nathan Wuornos, Audrey Parker
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Haven, characters, and related indicia is owned and copyrighted by E1 Entertainment, Syfy, NBC Universal, and Stephen King and all related parties. No copyright infringement is intended. This is a work of fan based fiction and is not endorsed or affiliated in any way, shape, or form to the owners and/or copyright holders.
Notes: Taking a quick break away from writing a case!fic that's gotten a wee bit lengthy to get this little bit of N/A shippiness out, which is odd considering I don't really ship any particular pairing for the show. Go figure.
*~~Haven~~*~~Haven~~*
It's Not My Fault
by Karolyn Gray
It's not my fault my partner looked tense and frustrated and kept rolling her shoulders in an obvious ploy at relief as she sat at her desk. I could practically see the muscles and tendons were so tight that it had to hurt to move. How could I not offer a quick shoulder rub? Sure I didn't even give her a chance to really answer before I gently (I hoped!) started kneading. She didn't protest so I must have done something right.
It's not my fault my partner's skin was so damned creamy and smooth looking to resist. She was the one who insisted on taking off her jacket to better feel the massage and so she was only wearing the sleeveless tee when I started again, swallowing hard at the hints of warmth that tingled along my fingers as she sighed appreciatively. How could I stop myself from pushing aside the shirt and the thin straps of her bra to feel her skin? She didn't complain in the least, encouraging me on. And I, well, I was far to gone with sensation to care about propriety at that point.
It's not my fault that I found my partner's choice of shampoo, body wash, and laundry detergent so enticing that I found myself leaning in closer to better enjoy the heady scent. Sure with my sharp sense of smell I didn't have to, but there was something else under there, some unnamed, unidentified scent that I just had to discover. I should have felt strange, practically burying my nose in her hair and neck, but she didn't seem to mind as she tiled her head back and looked at me with cerulean eyes.
It's not my fault she looked so relaxed and happy and so damned sexy as she gave me a fond look that made my heart do crazy things in my chest. Her lips looked so moist and inviting and why the hell did I babble at her about lips being the most sensitive part of the body that day? Idiot! But her lips look so good now I can't help but wonder what she tastes like. Is she sweet from her favorite snack food, bitter from her coffee, or spicy from the Chinese take-out that served as our dinner? I have to know.
I have to…
"Am I interrupting?"
Damn you, Duke Crocker.
Fin.
*~~Haven~~*~~Haven~~*
Author's note: No, I don't hate Duke but he is a nice, convenient stick to poke the babybear with.