Happy Ending
(Written for two_point, following her free prompt)
"So, what now?"
Because, in Schuldig's experience, sex complicated things. In fact, he wasn't totally sure about his reasons to agree to fuck up the best professional relationship he had ever had.
"Now," Crawford answered, taking an unusually long drag of his post-coital cigarette. It was the first time Schuldig saw him enjoying the habit instead of just being efficient about it, "we conquer the world."
It took Schuldig a while to reply to that.
"Ah." The last time he had felt this bewildered he had not yet reached the age of five. "Good to know. That easy, eh?"
Crawford reached out to put out his cigarette in the bedside ashtray. Schuldig had observed that he never smoked them to the stub, always wasting nearly half of the stick.
"Yes," Crawford answered, looking at him with a smirk on his lips, "that easy."
For the life of him, Schuldig couldn't tell what did he found so hilarious about it, but anyway, he started to laugh.
