Closer
By Dani Fleming
All the legalese: I do not own Keen Eddie (though I wish I did!) So please do not sue.
Author's Note: This is the very first time I've ever written a slash fic, but due to some of the scenes on KE, I just couldn't resist! Hope you enjoy and reviews are always welcome.
"Dude, what was that?" Monty asked, referring to Eddie's call from Fiona.
"Oh, that? It was nothing," he replied, a little embarrassed.
Though he had no idea why.
"What did she say about you having sex? I could hear through the conversation from here," he
added, moving nearer.
"Um....she...well, she asked if I was having sex, and I answered that I was only with you, and then she said 'right, so were you two having sex?' and that was all."
"Cheeky one, isn't she?" Monty laughed.
"I don't see what's funny about that, the girl needs her head examined," Eddie shook his head,
turned and was face to face with his partner. He'd seen him hundreds of times, nearly every
day. He always tried to get him on the right path in regards to his relationships with women;
the man could be positively lecherous at times! They kidded and joked around and all in all
had a very good friendship.
That's what they had, friendship, right?
Eddie couldn't help but think again of what Fiona said, and though he wasn't sure how Monty felt, the idea of being more than friends with the very sexy inspector was more than just a little appealing.
Eddie jumped at the firm hand placed on his shoulder.
"Dude, you all right?" Monty was looking concerned, and if Eddie wasn't mistaken, a flicker of
interest passed across his partner's fine features.
Monty contemplated his situation, seriously considered removing his hand, turning over and going to sleep. Dammit, man, you're a grown man in your thirties...let him know how you feel, you might not get another chance! He took a deep breath and leaned closer, placing a hand on Eddie's face. He let go of his breath at the realization that his American partner was not backing away from his touch; he actually moved into it, his beautiful eyes flickering closed.
Eddie was more than a little exhausted, but not so much that a slightly more involuntary
reaction began to occur. The feeling was exquisite, and he quickly made a revelation; neither
needed words to make the next move. Many things were going to change this night and it all
hinged on this one moment.
Who would be brave enough to move further?
By Dani Fleming
All the legalese: I do not own Keen Eddie (though I wish I did!) So please do not sue.
Author's Note: This is the very first time I've ever written a slash fic, but due to some of the scenes on KE, I just couldn't resist! Hope you enjoy and reviews are always welcome.
"Dude, what was that?" Monty asked, referring to Eddie's call from Fiona.
"Oh, that? It was nothing," he replied, a little embarrassed.
Though he had no idea why.
"What did she say about you having sex? I could hear through the conversation from here," he
added, moving nearer.
"Um....she...well, she asked if I was having sex, and I answered that I was only with you, and then she said 'right, so were you two having sex?' and that was all."
"Cheeky one, isn't she?" Monty laughed.
"I don't see what's funny about that, the girl needs her head examined," Eddie shook his head,
turned and was face to face with his partner. He'd seen him hundreds of times, nearly every
day. He always tried to get him on the right path in regards to his relationships with women;
the man could be positively lecherous at times! They kidded and joked around and all in all
had a very good friendship.
That's what they had, friendship, right?
Eddie couldn't help but think again of what Fiona said, and though he wasn't sure how Monty felt, the idea of being more than friends with the very sexy inspector was more than just a little appealing.
Eddie jumped at the firm hand placed on his shoulder.
"Dude, you all right?" Monty was looking concerned, and if Eddie wasn't mistaken, a flicker of
interest passed across his partner's fine features.
Monty contemplated his situation, seriously considered removing his hand, turning over and going to sleep. Dammit, man, you're a grown man in your thirties...let him know how you feel, you might not get another chance! He took a deep breath and leaned closer, placing a hand on Eddie's face. He let go of his breath at the realization that his American partner was not backing away from his touch; he actually moved into it, his beautiful eyes flickering closed.
Eddie was more than a little exhausted, but not so much that a slightly more involuntary
reaction began to occur. The feeling was exquisite, and he quickly made a revelation; neither
needed words to make the next move. Many things were going to change this night and it all
hinged on this one moment.
Who would be brave enough to move further?