The Information Age Oneshots
Clothes
Prompt: Tank/Vivian
Requested by: Paragon Sheperd
Disclaimer: All COD characters and concepts belong to Treyarch, everything else be mines!
"For the last time, Mr. Dempsey, what I wear to our meetings is irrelevant," Vivian repeated for the umpteenth time, exasperated by his words, "It has no prevalence to what is being discussed, nor does it contribute to the progress of making the cure. Moreover, I'm offended by-"
"Okay…Jesus!" Dempsey threw his hands up, "Don't get your panties all in a bunch! I'll talk to you when you're not so God-damn sensitive!" Before he could see her blow up like an enraged cat, Dempsey hung up on her, cutting the video feed. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing around a bit. She was driving him up the wall with those sorry-of-an-excuse outfits she wore every time she greeted one of them via video chat. Black hair tied up in a bun with a single chopstick, loose strands framing her face. A jacket of some kind always worn over either a tank top or a shirt. And exercise shorts, as she called them, or jeans. No woman should ever look like some 40-year-old college drop out.
"If she says what she wears isn't so important…" he mumbled to himself before a smirk appeared on his face. He set up a meeting with her privately, assuring her that it was an important matter, and was determined to fix her habit.
"All right, Mr. Dempsey, what is this abou-aaahh?" she didn't have much of a warning when Dempsey strolled out from the bathroom, only wearing a towel. Vivian's jaw comically dropped open and he partially savored the moment.
"...Mr. Dempsey, please tell me I just caught you at a bad time," she muttered in contempt, slapping a hand over her eyes.
"Don't mind me, Viv," he smirked, leaning back in a chair near the camera and crossing his legs, "I mean, clothes don't mean anything, right?" Dempsey watched as she tried to compose herself, tried to keep on topic. Of course, it took a lot less from Dempsey to get a woman interested, but being nearly 10,000 miles apart, he had to resort to more intense methods. And Vivian was still just a woman, albeit the head of the Militarization Against Zombies who probably frightened adults like the Boogie Man terrorized children.
"No…I mean, yes, in this…what I meant to say was…wait, shut up…" she was stammering and obviously caught off-guard by the lack of clothing, all the while Dempsey just waiting for her to say something sensible or substantial. Of course, he was not only enjoying her mindless babble, but waiting for her to say she was wrong, something she never did. And it wasn't that she was wrong all the time, but it was a rare occasion that he bested her in such an area.
"…Clothes…don't mean anything," she seemingly told herself before slowly removing her hands, but keeping her eyes closed and taking a deep breath in, "Fine…then what was it that you wanted to talk about?" Seriously?
"I don't know…think I might be catching a cold," he spoke nonchalantly, now trying to figure out how to make her open her eyes.
"Well, you're wearing…" she stopped, shook her head, and cleared her throat, "Umm…so…" She was about to lose it, he could feel it.
"Wearing…?" he pushed her, crossing his arms with a smirk.
"…Oh fuck you Dempsey, you pervert," she cursed, opening her eyes and glaring down at him with a beet-red face, "Just put some clothes on already, or this conversation is over." Dempsey stood up, however, and got closer to the camera, giving her a full view of his toned and muscled body.
"Wait…does that mean...I was right?" he uttered with fake shock, teasing her, "You say I was right and…maybe I'll put on some clothes on." Cheeks burning red, she closed her eyes and pointed her head down, both hands cupping her face.
"You're right, just put some clothes on! Japanese are very conservative, you ass hole!" Vivian yelled in a muffled voice, and Dempsey noticed that her blush reached up to her ears. That was kind of…cute…wait, cute? Dempsey took a step back and just stared at her for a while. Vivian was…yeah, she was kind of acting cute! She got embarrassed very easily and it was…well, frankly, it was adorable. Not fake-embarrassed then turned out to be sluts in the bedroom later, but really embarrassed.
"All right, all right," he eventually said, holding up his hands, "…You know, you're kind of acting like you've never seen another man's body. You a virgin, Viv?" She didn't answer, but curled her body further into a ball of embarrassment before one hand reached up and shut the camera off, too flustered to continue the conversation. Dempsey smirked and one hand went to his towel, pulling it off to show he was wearing some camo-shorts underneath. Well…that got interesting.
He'd have to do that again…very soon.
chiv-id: Yay, first ficlet! All right, thanks to Paragon Sheperd for donating the first prompt, looking to see more requests peoples! Until then, peace!