The twelve quotes of Christmas Part II
Here's my offering. Everyone will do this challenge differently, and I've taken snippets from Flack's life and written the quote around it. It's quite possibly AU and may contain OC's and probably OOC but it's all in the spirit of Christmas fun :) I'm going to do 4 quotes per chapter, so that's 3 chapters. Please leave a review!
The first 3 follow on from each other, the last is unrelated. It's a bit well, M rated lol.
Quote 5) People are really weird at Christmas, what other time of year do you sit around a dead tree and eat sweets and nuts out of your socks?!
"You're boring you know" a pretty red head dressed as Santa's little helper told Don Flack as he leaned casually against the bar.
"I'm here aren't I?" he drawled back, taking his time to look her up and down, stopping pointedly on her legs.
"You are" she smiled "But where's your Christmas spirit?"
He held up his glass in answer, taking a mouthful whilst holding her eyes with his. He smirked as he placed the glass back down, seeing her flush slightly.
"Come dance" she pouted, holding out her hand.
"I don't dance" he raised an eyebrow at her, but took the hand, brushing it gently with his fingers "Not vertically anyway"
She flushed again and he dropped the hand slowly, taking another drink.
"Bad line" she retorted and he laughed "Come on, it's Christmas"
"No" he grinned, draining his glass "Drink?"
"Vodka and soda" she replied "Then at least come sit with us and stop being all dark and mysterious over here"
"I like being dark and mysterious" he retorted "It's a great way to get pretty girls to talk to you"
"Stop it" she grinned at him.
"Sorry" he grinned back "Can't help it, it's Christmas"
"Makes people do stuff they wouldn't usually huh?" she replied pointedly, making him think, and then took the drink and linked arms with him, dragging him over to the rowdy table at the back of the bar.
"People are really weird at Christmas" he said as he followed her "What other time of year do you sit around a dead tree and eat sweets and nuts out of your socks?!"
She laughed low and seductive in her throat "Out your socks?"
He shrugged, grinning, loosening up a bit "You know what I mean"
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Quote 6) I went Christmas shopping today. Got shoved, groped, pinched and felt up, And I enjoyed it so much I'm going again tomorrow
She sat perched on the edge of his chair, after a few beers and whiskey chasers, Flack was starting to feel somewhat 'Christmassy', despite himself.
"So I didn't see you at roll call" she purred in his ear, making him lick his lips in anticipation "You sleep in?"
"Late start, I went Christmas shopping today. Got shoved, groped, pinched and felt up" he grimaced and then smiled "And I enjoyed it so much I'm going again tomorrow"
She laughed "I thought you'd have some poor girlfriend tucked away somewhere to do that for you"
He shook his head "No girlfriend" he focussed on her eyes, wanting to see the reaction.
She smiled back "How come?"
He shrugged "Not met the right girl" he answered "Yet"
She felt the blush creep up her neck again at the blatant flirting and looked away, missing his smirk of triumph.
"So, you get nice presents for your folks?" she asked neutrally.
"Yeah" he answered, his arm creeping around her waist "You miss me today then?"
She didn't answer, leaning into him more, looking at him with bright eyes as he started to stroke her arm gently. Oh she knew his reputation, and didn't care, she was quite happy with where this was going.
"Shall we get outta here?" she offered quietly.
His answer was to stand, grinning widely at a few jeers from around the table.
"We're just sharing a cab!" he defended with a laugh, shaking his head at the answers that were shouted at them.
"Yeah right Flack!" one called.
"You got protection?!" Another laughed.
"You got protection!" she imitated the voice that had issued the comment as they got outside "What are we? Stupid kids?"
He returned her laugh "Good advice though"
"It is" she gave him a long and speculative look "And do you?"
"Always" he moved closer.
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Quote 7) All I want for Christmas is you, And a condom.
"So this is your place then huh?" he murmured as they stood outside her apartment door. Moving closer he looked down at her.
"That outfit is rather distracting"
She took a deep breath, handing him the keys "You think this is distracting" she whispered "Wait until you see what's underneath"
He groaned slightly and slid a hand upwards from her knee, stopping when the silk stockings ran out and the skin began.
"I don't think I can" he replied, his voice low before he kissed her, feeling her kiss him back and arch towards him. A small voice in his mind wondered if this was a good idea, seeing as they worked together. Another louder, drunk and lust fuelled voice yelled that they hardly saw each other so no, it didn't matter, at all.
"Door" she ordered as she pulled away slightly.
Keeping her against him with one hand he fumbled with the keys and managed to get the door open, stumbling through and slamming it behind them they crashed against the wall. He lifted her leg around him as they kissed hard, fighting for breath, hands everywhere at once.
"What you want from Santa then Flack huh?" she whispered seductively as the outfit hit the floor. He paused and looked at her body, sliding a hand across her skin that made her gasp.
"All I want for Christmas is you" he replied, stopping to smirk as he remembered the jeers as they'd left the bar "And a condom"
She giggled as she unbuttoned his shirt "Just the one?"
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Quote 8) That awkward moment when you realise you mom has the same wrapping paper as Santa.
Don huffed and fought with the scotch tape and wrapping paper. The tape stuck to everything but the paper and the paper now looked like it had been screwed up in a ball and flattened again. He finally got one end fastened down and turned it around only to have the box slide out the other end.
"Fuck it!" he swore and grabbing angrily at all the paper and tape slammed it together into an untidy ball and flung it towards the waste paper basket, or tried to. It clung to his hand obstinately.
Gritting his teeth, mindful he was in the exposed glass rooms of the crime lab, he grabbed at the paper nemesis and finally managed to dispose of it.
Glaring at the roll of wrapping paper with it's cheerful Santa theme, he prepared to try again.
"Wha'choo grinnin' at?!" he demanded of one of the Santa's moodily.
"If he talks back" Don heard a smooth voice tell him "You've been trying to do that to long"
Looking up with a furrowed brow he saw Jo Danville leaning against the door frame, looking rather amused.
"Stupid secret Santa" Don muttered "Danny would a been so much easier, but no, I get Lindsay"
Jo laughed "What did you get her?"
"Perfume" he grimaced slightly.
"Inventive" she replied with a sly smile.
"Well what else could I get her? Best friends girl and all that" he asked in frustration "And if you come out with any of the suggestions Danny did, to improve his sex life, which were disgusting by the way, I'm telling to Mac on you all"
"Grass" Jo sniggered.
"I don't care" he sulked.
"Here!" Jo took the paper, scissors and tape from him and started to cut the paper ready to wrap the present.
"Aw thanks Jo" Don smiled.
Jo rolled her eyes and smiled.
"You know I still remember the day when I truly realised Santa didn't exist, and my mom, or rather her visa card, catered Christmas" Jo sighed "I'd love to still be able to believe"
"Huh" Don said "I can't remember not knowing"
"Really?!" Jo looked shocked "That makes me sad"
"Nuns are mean like that" he explained "All Jesus and the sacrifice and no Santa for us"
"Not at all?" Jo pressed.
"Well, a bit" Don gave a half smile "I remember mom and dad trying to make us still believe, but the magic was gone"
"Awww" Jo regarded him with her head on one side.
"When did you realise?" he asked her.
"When I was about ten" Jo said "I got up on Christmas Eve to use the bathroom and caught my mom wrapping my presents"
Don nodded wisely "That awkward moment when you realise you mom has the same wrapping paper as Santa"
"Exactly" Jo said before handing him a perfectly wrapped gift "There you go"
He gave her a huge grin "Thanks Jo I owe you"
"You do" she replied sweetly.
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I thought as the first three portrayed Don as being somewhat shallow, this one should be a little deeper :)