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Leafs vs. Hawks
Title: Leafs vs. Hawks
Author: Little Spooky
Author's Website: Little Spooky's Fan Fiction
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Alliance. I just borrowed them so they could have some fun. Not that they didn't have fun before... You get the picture... I hope.
Archivers/Webpagers/ect.: Go ahead. Just tell me where you put it. Summary: Diefenbaker interrupts Thatcher's bath Leafs vs. Hawks Oh dear. How had this happened? How did it get to this? His superior officer was in his bathtub. The day had started normally. Then Constable Turnbull had made the comment to the inspector that he had two Leafs vs. Hawks hockey tickets but couldn't attend. He had asked if she wanted them. And she had asked Fraser if he wanted to go with her. PHOOT. PHOOT. Oh, no. He had forgotten to replace the near empty shampoo bottle. "Fraser," she called out, as though she had read his thoughts. "You're almost out of shampoo." "I know, sir," he replied. "I was going to get another bottle next time I had the chance." Did that sound right? Was she thinking he thought she gave him too many assignments? "Understood," she called out. It was quiet for a moment. Fraser heard water splash. "Constable?" "Yes, sir?" "What is Diefenbaker doing right now?" That was strange. She never asked about Diefenbaker. Why would she ask now?
"He, um,..." Fraser couldn't find the wolf. "He appears to be hiding." "He's not hiding," Thatcher's voice sounded irritated. "He's staring." ----------- What did that wolf find so damn interesting in her? He had sneaked up on her when she wasn't looking and now wouldn't go away. Fraser entered the room looking as though the tile floor was the most interesting thing in the world. "I'm sorry, sir," he kept his eyes on the floor. "Usually he stays clear of the bathroom. He hates baths." The thought of a shirtless Fraser trying to hold down a wet, struggling Diefenbaker ran through the inspector's mind causing her face to turn a lovely shade of red. Red. "Red suits you," he had said. Suddenly, Thatcher was aware that she had nothing on. The only thing preventing him from seeing her was the direction which his eyes were turned at the moment. "Diefenbaker, come," Fraser commanded him without success. "Diefenbaker, come." This time it was said directly to the canine's face. Almost immediately, Diefenbaker jumped into the bathtub. Thatcher screeched and jumped into Fraser's arms. ---------- A very wet, very naked woman, who just so happened to be his superior officer, had just jumped into his arms. Fraser did not know what to do. "Um, sir," he started. "Honestly, he doesn't usually do this." Suddenly his interest in the floor had transferred to the ceiling. She appeared to be still turning that same shade of red he'd noticed just moments ago. "I, um," she stammered, "I believe I'm, um, clean enough for now. I, um, managed to clean my hair before, um..." "Understood," he stepped away to get her a towel. Having retrieved the towel, he turned back around to hand it to her. ---------- They stared into each other's eyes for at least 30 seconds before Fraser wrapped his arms around her and brought her into a deep kiss. *He smells so good,* Thatcher thought, *and I'm the one who's had a bath.* They pulled away from one another. "Oh, my," Fraser stammered. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have done that. I, um,..." "It's okay, Constable," Thatcher replied. "Yes, sir." "Call me Meg." She kissed him again. "And remind me to thank Turnbull." Finis. [pic] Email: littlespooky22@yahoo.com
Leafs vs. Hawks
Title: Leafs vs. Hawks
Author: Little Spooky
Author's Website: Little Spooky's Fan Fiction
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Alliance. I just borrowed them so they could have some fun. Not that they didn't have fun before... You get the picture... I hope.
Archivers/Webpagers/ect.: Go ahead. Just tell me where you put it. Summary: Diefenbaker interrupts Thatcher's bath Leafs vs. Hawks Oh dear. How had this happened? How did it get to this? His superior officer was in his bathtub. The day had started normally. Then Constable Turnbull had made the comment to the inspector that he had two Leafs vs. Hawks hockey tickets but couldn't attend. He had asked if she wanted them. And she had asked Fraser if he wanted to go with her. PHOOT. PHOOT. Oh, no. He had forgotten to replace the near empty shampoo bottle. "Fraser," she called out, as though she had read his thoughts. "You're almost out of shampoo." "I know, sir," he replied. "I was going to get another bottle next time I had the chance." Did that sound right? Was she thinking he thought she gave him too many assignments? "Understood," she called out. It was quiet for a moment. Fraser heard water splash. "Constable?" "Yes, sir?" "What is Diefenbaker doing right now?" That was strange. She never asked about Diefenbaker. Why would she ask now?
"He, um,..." Fraser couldn't find the wolf. "He appears to be hiding." "He's not hiding," Thatcher's voice sounded irritated. "He's staring." ----------- What did that wolf find so damn interesting in her? He had sneaked up on her when she wasn't looking and now wouldn't go away. Fraser entered the room looking as though the tile floor was the most interesting thing in the world. "I'm sorry, sir," he kept his eyes on the floor. "Usually he stays clear of the bathroom. He hates baths." The thought of a shirtless Fraser trying to hold down a wet, struggling Diefenbaker ran through the inspector's mind causing her face to turn a lovely shade of red. Red. "Red suits you," he had said. Suddenly, Thatcher was aware that she had nothing on. The only thing preventing him from seeing her was the direction which his eyes were turned at the moment. "Diefenbaker, come," Fraser commanded him without success. "Diefenbaker, come." This time it was said directly to the canine's face. Almost immediately, Diefenbaker jumped into the bathtub. Thatcher screeched and jumped into Fraser's arms. ---------- A very wet, very naked woman, who just so happened to be his superior officer, had just jumped into his arms. Fraser did not know what to do. "Um, sir," he started. "Honestly, he doesn't usually do this." Suddenly his interest in the floor had transferred to the ceiling. She appeared to be still turning that same shade of red he'd noticed just moments ago. "I, um," she stammered, "I believe I'm, um, clean enough for now. I, um, managed to clean my hair before, um..." "Understood," he stepped away to get her a towel. Having retrieved the towel, he turned back around to hand it to her. ---------- They stared into each other's eyes for at least 30 seconds before Fraser wrapped his arms around her and brought her into a deep kiss. *He smells so good,* Thatcher thought, *and I'm the one who's had a bath.* They pulled away from one another. "Oh, my," Fraser stammered. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have done that. I, um,..." "It's okay, Constable," Thatcher replied. "Yes, sir." "Call me Meg." She kissed him again. "And remind me to thank Turnbull." Finis. [pic] Email: littlespooky22@yahoo.com