Title: Legacy (part IX.5)
Author: BELOVEDbyWAR
Rating: PG
TV verse: Blood Ties
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money.
AN: Thanks to luvinmike for beta-reading!
WK: 460
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Legacy IX.5:
That little…! Ugh!
Mike was beside himself! He could live with the shirt, even though it was a little corny, but those pants! Never! Not only were they way too short, they also clung to him in a way that made him feel more exposed wearing them than not. It was a wonder he could actually breathe in them!
Where was that, that – ugh- vampire?
Storming out of the bathroom with his shirt still unlaced and his hair only towel-dried, Mike ran down the corridor to where he could feel the bastard's glee.
Throwing the door open he bellowed:
"What the hell is this supposed to be?" as he pointed down in the direction of his legs.
Henry only looked up briefly before sighing exasperated and meeting the elf's angry gaze. Answering as if he was talking to a very small child, he explained:
"Those - are – pants."
"Oh, really!" Mike answered sarcastically. "And where is the rest of them!"
Henry kept looking at him as if he was particular dim witted but secretly found the blond's antics quite endearing and had to compliment himself on his choice. The pants were stunning on the tall man. They molded themselves around those muscular thighs and showed off their impossible length. Henry was only happy that the shirt blocked the view of Mike's other assets, because he was sure they would be as becomingly as the long legs and Henry was only human, after all, or at least had been.
"Stop complaining! They were the only ones I had that would fit you. Or would you rather wear a kilt!"
Seeing the detective's horror-filled gaze at the thought of wearing a skirt, Henry desperately held in the laughter that wanted to bubble out of him.
Brows drawn together, Mike continued:
"Not funny, Fitzroy! Not funny at all!"
"Oh, come off it! Nobody will see you apart from me and do not even think that I have forgotten that you still need to eat crow and make amends to someone we both know and love. So now that you are already here, there is the phone."
The vampire pointed to a couch next to a table where an old fashioned phone sat, complete with dial plate instead of buttons.
Mike looked irritated.
"Why can't I simply use my cell phone!"
Henry shrugged his shoulders.
"Be my guest, but don't complain when the connection is broken. We are quite far away from civilization and the reception won't be very good. But try if you insist," said the prince before returning to his drawings.
Mike huffed at the vampire's unfortunately impeccable logic.
"Would it be too much to ask for a little privacy?"
"No, not at all!"
Disappointed, Henry collected the papers and left the room.
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