After Last Call
by Stef
Rating: PG
Pairing: Crawford/Schuldig
A/N: This was written in about 30 minutes for the wk100 LiveJournal community.
The bedroom door creaked open noisily. When it slid shut, it was considerably louder. Clumsy hands tried to turn the lock, but gave up; removing smoke-scented clothing instead. Footsteps traveled unevenly across the room to the opposite side of the bed. And then a dull thud, followed by a few German curse words.
Crawford, lying in bed, felt his eye twitch.
The large bed dipped slightly as a warm body crawled across the sheets, depositing itself against the bed's only other occupant.
Crawford inhaled deeply. Everything smelled like booze, cigarettes, and Schuldig.
"I'm home..." The nasal voice drawled, far from sober.