This is a drabble. Yes, it is exactly 100 words. I checked. Alot. This fic was done as a request.
Nigel was drunk.
So when a funny and sarcastic New Yorker pinned him up against a stall door, Nigel became a very happy drunk.
"Christ, you're good at that..." the Brit said as he finally caught his breath.
"Years of practice." The other replied huskily.
"Nigel Townsend, by the way. Boston Medical Examiners office."
"Fascinating. John Munch. NYPD, Special Victims Unit." the older man offered.
"In a hurry?" The ME asked with a questioning smirk.
"Actually, no. I still have a good half hour before I need to be back. Now, assume the position. Don't make me use the handcuffs."