Title: Professional Behaviour
Summary: She's a professional and professionals don't do this.
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13
Category: Thoughts/POV, S/J UST
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Archive: The Bath Tub www.jacksrubberduckie.tk
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been mine, never will be mine. More's the pity.
Author's Notes: This is for everyone who said my drabble and a half was too short. Honestly the amount of fic I could write about this topic. ;)
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This is getting to be a really bad habit.
She reminds herself that she's a professional and professionals do not do this. Period.
But that annoying little part of her that can actually tell her how long it's been since she last had sex, down to the godamn minute, is really not interested in being professional.
So she tries a different tactic and reminds that annoying little voice that only teenagers are this obsessive about members of the opposite sex.
Annoying voice laughs at her, points out just how long it's been since she was actually a teenager and carries on.
She tries not to watch, she really does but this game is well past boring. The Chieftain singing the praises of his six sons long ago is really not helping. Honest to God if she hears the words 'strong, virile and handsome' one more time she will do something *extremely* bad for diplomatic relations.
Of course that might also have something to do with the fact they'd already been told that a common way to seal alliances here was to marry members of each party to each other. The Chieftain keeps looking her over as if he's sizing her up as a potential daughter in law. It's more than a little unnerving.
So she's standing here telling herself that she is resolutely not watching her CO's ass. Not even as he bends over to pick up the ball.
She is not admiring the way his pants stretch over his rear and the very nice way they frame it.
She is under no circumstances going to imagine what said ass would look like if its owner were laid sprawled out on his front, naked in her bed. With a sheet tangled in his legs where he'd kicked it off in the night. Really she isn't.
Nor is she letting her imagination go other places like a shower. She is not thinking about the way the water would run down over those firm tight muscles. She's not thinking about the suds that would slip down as he rubs the body wash over his body either.
She's a professional and professionals don't do those things.
Just like professionals don't think that their CO's ass is a work of art. They certainly didn't find themselves fighting the urge to reach out and just how touchable their CO's ass is.
Professionals don't take guilty pleasure in watching their CO's ass move as they walk behind him knowing that they have a vaguely valid excuse. An excuse that if she keeps repeating to herself she might one day actually believe.
Oh and another thing professionals don't do. They're not so focused on not thinking about and admiring their CO's ass that they miss the fact that it's their turn to play.
Summary: She's a professional and professionals don't do this.
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13
Category: Thoughts/POV, S/J UST
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Archive: The Bath Tub www.jacksrubberduckie.tk
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been mine, never will be mine. More's the pity.
Author's Notes: This is for everyone who said my drabble and a half was too short. Honestly the amount of fic I could write about this topic. ;)
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This is getting to be a really bad habit.
She reminds herself that she's a professional and professionals do not do this. Period.
But that annoying little part of her that can actually tell her how long it's been since she last had sex, down to the godamn minute, is really not interested in being professional.
So she tries a different tactic and reminds that annoying little voice that only teenagers are this obsessive about members of the opposite sex.
Annoying voice laughs at her, points out just how long it's been since she was actually a teenager and carries on.
She tries not to watch, she really does but this game is well past boring. The Chieftain singing the praises of his six sons long ago is really not helping. Honest to God if she hears the words 'strong, virile and handsome' one more time she will do something *extremely* bad for diplomatic relations.
Of course that might also have something to do with the fact they'd already been told that a common way to seal alliances here was to marry members of each party to each other. The Chieftain keeps looking her over as if he's sizing her up as a potential daughter in law. It's more than a little unnerving.
So she's standing here telling herself that she is resolutely not watching her CO's ass. Not even as he bends over to pick up the ball.
She is not admiring the way his pants stretch over his rear and the very nice way they frame it.
She is under no circumstances going to imagine what said ass would look like if its owner were laid sprawled out on his front, naked in her bed. With a sheet tangled in his legs where he'd kicked it off in the night. Really she isn't.
Nor is she letting her imagination go other places like a shower. She is not thinking about the way the water would run down over those firm tight muscles. She's not thinking about the suds that would slip down as he rubs the body wash over his body either.
She's a professional and professionals don't do those things.
Just like professionals don't think that their CO's ass is a work of art. They certainly didn't find themselves fighting the urge to reach out and just how touchable their CO's ass is.
Professionals don't take guilty pleasure in watching their CO's ass move as they walk behind him knowing that they have a vaguely valid excuse. An excuse that if she keeps repeating to herself she might one day actually believe.
Oh and another thing professionals don't do. They're not so focused on not thinking about and admiring their CO's ass that they miss the fact that it's their turn to play.