B is for
Brick
"ALEC!"
Alec briefly wondered if the noise was a shriek, a call or a yell. Briefly because – before he could start devising a classification system – a small hand grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him through the door he had just purposefully walked away from. He knew he should have blurred.
"This isn't over!" He turned and faced the… hissing ball of rage seemed appropriate for today, which was Terminal City's C.O. and, did he dare? Hell, of course he did. He rolled his eyes at her.
"Why bother Max? Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall sometimes!"
"Oh really? Well do brick walls do this?" she popped him round the back of the head. He should have expected it to be honest. He tilted his head and scowled at her, well… maybe glared is a better term.
"You're an unbelievable pain in the ass," and just for good measure. "Bitch."
"Oh, here I was thinking I was a brick."
"Brick wall," he corrected.
"Whatever!" He winced. Where ever Joshua was, doggy dog definitely heard that one.
"What's done is done, what is…" he paused, classification system back in play. Call, shout, yell, scream, aha! Shriek. "Shrieking at me going to achieve? I suppose if it makes you feel better…"
"You grabbed my ass in a command meeting!" he smirked, he couldn't help it. It was funny. "The only command meeting that Logan has ever attended!"
"And will ever attend judging by the look on his face," Alec chipped in brightly. She swung for him but he sidestepped it. "Oh Maxie, fool me once… ow!"
He hadn't thought about the other hand.
"I'm you're boyfriend remember?" Okay, so he hadn't meant for that to sound quite so sneering. "Technically that entitles me to grab whatever I like." She squared up to him. He realised for the second time that day how short she was. He grinned.
"Not," she hissed between clenched teeth. "In command meetings." He did a double take. Quite an overdramatic one.
"So any other time is fine?" He had to do it really. The torment wouldn't have been complete without it. It was just a quick grab. So maybe he squeezed a little harder than he should have, and maybe using both hands was slightly unnecessary. He hadn't expected her to throw the chair though. That was new.
He didn't know why he tried, because really, talking to her was like talking to a brick wall.
Now I have a dissertation to go and write.