Whirlwind: A Hawk and Spenser Romance 6/?
Disclaimer: I do not own Spenser, Hawk, Susan or any of the other characters created by Robert B. Parker.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May go up in later chapters for violence and a bit of sexual content.
Warning: This fic contains slash, meaning a physical relationship between two male characters, namely Hawk and Spenser. (Hence the title.) If this squicks you please turn back now before you get upset. Will contain violence and a bit of Het in the first few chapters as well.
Domesticity
I woke early the next morning after tossing and turning much of the night, to find Hawk laid out in a recliner next to me. I assumed he would have left soon after he got me home, but was pleasantly surprised by his presence.
Although I would never admit it to him or anyone else, I always felt a bit more secure when Hawk was around. On a case if I knew Hawk was watching my back I generally came out of it in one piece, and on the odd occasion where I got my ass handed to me, Hawk was just as black and blue as I was. We were very similar in that respect. Neither one of us backed down from anything, although Hawk was admittedly more ruthless then I was.
I watched Hawk from where I was laying on the couch, for once not looking like the human weapon he actually is. During sleep a few of the walls around him drop off and he seems a bit more innocent. Not much mind you, this is Hawk we're talking about here, but just enough to make him seem a little vulnerable.
Seeing him that way, my cursed protective instincts were roused in a way that was unexpected. I know myself well, both my strengths and weaknesses. My tendency to help everyone who needs it, is a little of both, but I never thought I would be stupid enough to put Hawk in my 'protect at all costs' category. It made me nervous. The only other person included was Susan.
"I know I'm pretty, Spen-ser. Didn't t'ink you noticed tho'."
I jumped feeling guilty as I noticed Hawk's eyes opened to slits and the lazy smile on his face.
"Don't know how to tell you this, but everyone notices your pretty." I smirked trying to regain my composure. Hawk stared at me for a few moments, seemingly trying to read my very soul then his face shuttered slightly and he stood up yawning. He shook his head at me once before strolling to the bathroom, scratching his chest as he moved. My eyes followed the movement unconsciously.
By the time he had a shower I had already gotten a pot of coffee brewing and two mugs waiting on the counter. I poured a cup of black coffee for Hawk and turned around almost knocking into him, since he moved quietly into the room when I wasn't looking. He was only wearing a towel haphazardly around his narrow hips. I raised an eyebrow at his attire while handing him the mug.
"Comfortable?"
"Well I wasn't 'bout to wear your clothes, bawse."
"Besides the fact they wouldn't fit you, why not? Besides the fact that my whole wardrobe costs more then your shoes, of course."
"That ain't enough reason?"
"Fine. Insult my clothes, see if I make you coffee again." I told him huffily as I walked by him and into the bathroom, not before taking a pair of jeans with me.
I took a quick shower, not wanting to be alone with my depressing thoughts and quickly threw on the pair of my oldest blue jeans. They always gave me a bit of comfort because they were so well worn. This time was no different. As I stepped out of the still steam filled shower I noticed the smell of bacon and eggs. I stood in the doorway watching Hawk, still in just a towel, cooking up a storm. He was so proficient that he reminded me of the Iron Chef. It shouldn't have surprised me considering that Hawk is that way about everything, but I was shocked to find him cutting up vegetables in my kitchen to put in an omelet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spenser, Hawk, Susan or any of the other characters created by Robert B. Parker.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May go up in later chapters for violence and a bit of sexual content.
Warning: This fic contains slash, meaning a physical relationship between two male characters, namely Hawk and Spenser. (Hence the title.) If this squicks you please turn back now before you get upset. Will contain violence and a bit of Het in the first few chapters as well.
Domesticity
I woke early the next morning after tossing and turning much of the night, to find Hawk laid out in a recliner next to me. I assumed he would have left soon after he got me home, but was pleasantly surprised by his presence.
Although I would never admit it to him or anyone else, I always felt a bit more secure when Hawk was around. On a case if I knew Hawk was watching my back I generally came out of it in one piece, and on the odd occasion where I got my ass handed to me, Hawk was just as black and blue as I was. We were very similar in that respect. Neither one of us backed down from anything, although Hawk was admittedly more ruthless then I was.
I watched Hawk from where I was laying on the couch, for once not looking like the human weapon he actually is. During sleep a few of the walls around him drop off and he seems a bit more innocent. Not much mind you, this is Hawk we're talking about here, but just enough to make him seem a little vulnerable.
Seeing him that way, my cursed protective instincts were roused in a way that was unexpected. I know myself well, both my strengths and weaknesses. My tendency to help everyone who needs it, is a little of both, but I never thought I would be stupid enough to put Hawk in my 'protect at all costs' category. It made me nervous. The only other person included was Susan.
"I know I'm pretty, Spen-ser. Didn't t'ink you noticed tho'."
I jumped feeling guilty as I noticed Hawk's eyes opened to slits and the lazy smile on his face.
"Don't know how to tell you this, but everyone notices your pretty." I smirked trying to regain my composure. Hawk stared at me for a few moments, seemingly trying to read my very soul then his face shuttered slightly and he stood up yawning. He shook his head at me once before strolling to the bathroom, scratching his chest as he moved. My eyes followed the movement unconsciously.
By the time he had a shower I had already gotten a pot of coffee brewing and two mugs waiting on the counter. I poured a cup of black coffee for Hawk and turned around almost knocking into him, since he moved quietly into the room when I wasn't looking. He was only wearing a towel haphazardly around his narrow hips. I raised an eyebrow at his attire while handing him the mug.
"Comfortable?"
"Well I wasn't 'bout to wear your clothes, bawse."
"Besides the fact they wouldn't fit you, why not? Besides the fact that my whole wardrobe costs more then your shoes, of course."
"That ain't enough reason?"
"Fine. Insult my clothes, see if I make you coffee again." I told him huffily as I walked by him and into the bathroom, not before taking a pair of jeans with me.
I took a quick shower, not wanting to be alone with my depressing thoughts and quickly threw on the pair of my oldest blue jeans. They always gave me a bit of comfort because they were so well worn. This time was no different. As I stepped out of the still steam filled shower I noticed the smell of bacon and eggs. I stood in the doorway watching Hawk, still in just a towel, cooking up a storm. He was so proficient that he reminded me of the Iron Chef. It shouldn't have surprised me considering that Hawk is that way about everything, but I was shocked to find him cutting up vegetables in my kitchen to put in an omelet.