Usually Rain Is Good...
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A/N: this is the last little story for now. There will be more in the future, ok? I also added onto it a bit. The original version is in my live journal.
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"Wow, you look wet." Detective Don Flack commented as Aiden Burn angrily stomped into their small, New York apartment.
"Shut Up." She snapped as she tossed a thoroughly soaked shoe across the room.
"What to talk about it?" He cringed, ducking the shoe that came so close to hitting him in the head.
"The fucking weather man predicted fucking sunshine, but no! It rained! I swear! He does it to piss me off!" Aiden ranted, peeling off her soggy, wet clothes.
"I'm sorry. You need some help with those?" He said nodding toward her wet clothes.
"Wouldn't you like to." She sneered."But yes.. I would." She said thoughtfully."Here take this." She tossed him her wet bra, and dried herself with an old towel.
"WOW." Flack paused and gawked at her bra." That's hot Aid... Is there any more where that came from?"
"What? You act like you've never seen my bra before."
He gave her a boyish grin."You look like you could use a warm bath, Want me to give ya' one?"
Aiden squinted her eyes." Sure... Only if you get in with me."
"Deal."