So hey people of FF, I had a stroke of whimsy. A thought in which two people wholeheartedly in love just want to having silly impish time together. And when Richard Armitage's people never got back to me, I decided to put my pen to the paper. Or is that fingers to the keys? Document to the upload folder? Is this a lot of thought over a silly metaphor? But I'm getting off topic, I thought perhaps a little whimsical musing over Don and Syler might again whet your appetite for our once passionate love affair. Please leave me a review if you want to be as swag as evil midget 06 , and if you don't. It's totally your loss.
She stalked him effortlessly, he hadn't been hard to find. He was always doing something in that bathroom in the morning, something with his hair. An unlabeled bottle he left sitting on the counter, she still didn't know what was in it. But the salt and pepper silk hair that it produced led her to not ask too many questions. There was as always, palming the unidentified oil through his hair, quietly humming to himself. And cops told everyone else not to stick to routine; it made you more desirable to criminals. As far as she could gather, cops were like athletes with their sill superstitions. There it was, three quarter flicks to the right, he always did that part, never missed it. She grinned maliciously, as he turned away from her finally. She was going to enjoy this thoroughly.
Her feet padded silently across the floor, her shoulders hunched, and she had the momentary flash of a cartoon criminal tiptoeing his way behind Scooby and Shaggy. Her lip twitched in a smile, but she smashed it down, she had a mission to attend too. One that was about to be fulfilled. He gripped the towel sitting on the side of the tub and gripping the corners he let it unfold. Running it roughly through his hair, he murmured a few words of whatever song he was singing. For a bare moment she stood silently in the doorway. Hunched over still, but watching silently. The muscles of his back were flexing, cording in at his nape and she knew it was because he was tense. That he had been working too much, too long, too hard. But refused to let her see it, or let her help him with it. He tried to say it was because her help involved him either being late and not caring or being on time and walking around like Charlie Chaplin for the remained of the day.
Gathering her thoughts she shoved them into the back of her mind, saving them for some other time. When she might convince him to let her administer her services. Right now she had other missions to attend to. He was still toweling his hair when she resumed her prowling, moving towards him as silent as she could manage with her nerves so high strung and her heart beating so fast. Her arms came out, ready to take him by the neck, pull him back and declare victory.
When abruptly the there was blue staring at her. No, that isn't right, blue was all she could see, blue and plushy. She sighed, and hung her head. The towel slid back off her head, tightening around her lower back, and pulling her effortlessly back towards Don. Who she saw was now facing her, trying his hardest not to grin too largely.
"Dammit," She said crossing her arms over her chest and sticking out her lower lip in defeat, "I really thought I had you that time."
Don grinned impishly, mildly surprise that she hadn't stamped her foot for emphasis of her tone, "How many times are you gonna go all Spy vs. Spy, before you realize that I'm a trained professional. It's my job to know when people are watching me." He pulled her tighter against his, hiding the grimace when her elbows dug into him painfully. But obviously not well because she rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms.
Sighing pitifully as she dropped hers arms on his shoulders, interlocking her fingers behind his head she put her palms flat on his neck. Letting her thumbs run wildly at the hair they could reach, because she knew if she tried to stop them they would retaliate by rebelling against all the things she asked of them later. Like holding onto the milk carton, or keeping her razor from slipping later on that day. Or making sure she hit the B and not C when she emailed her mom about bringing bunt cake to the babies shower. But they were happy as clams twirling and swirling around, Don grinned at her again, in that way that only served to melt her heart.
She resigned herself from smiling back, she was supposed to be angry at him for leading her on with the whole getting ready in the bathroom thing, she was not supposed to be playing with his hair, and grinning dazedly at him. Her eyes focused, and his grin lost a notch before recovering, he saw it was gonna be one of the mornings when he couldn't smile his way out of her flirty fits.
"As many as it takes to win," She said, sticking her nose up and breathing heavily, "And that wasn't funny you leading me around like that. I really thought I had you and you knew the whole time didn't you?"
Don's ears pinked and he saw her glance at them. But he shook his head anyway, "No, no, you did really well that time. I only found you out at the last second, when you laughed in the bedroom." He said hotly. Which was perfectly untrue, and they both knew it. She would let the fib slide, but only because he looked too cute when he was trying to make her feel better.
"Curse you Scooby Doo." She muttered hotly her fingers tightening on his neck. He didn't understand, but he grinned anyway. It was one of the things he loved most about her, she would always be somewhat a mystery, and he was in no hurry to solve it anytime soon.
"I've got to get ready babe." He told her smiling as she pulled on his neck, walking them over to the sink, when he dropped the towel catching her waist in his arms instead.
She was nodding slightly, moving slowly, until her ankles bumped wood and she stepped up. Their eyes met on a level plane, and Syler grinned foolishly. It was one of her most prized possessions now; she had found it at some kind of yard sale in SoHo. Somehow, it had been the perfect height to make her as tall as him, a novelty she still enjoyed four months later, to look into his eyes head on, instead of a front row seat to the crevice of his armpit.
"Oh you get ready," She said eyebrows shooting high on her forehead, disappearing behind her newly acquired bangs, "Because next time my love. I will win." Two of her fingers came up to point at her eyes, and she slowly revolved them to face him. The whole motion was dramatic and serious, except that Don was grinning foolishly at the spectacle, or that when she was done. Her hand safely returned to her side, he lent forward and kissed the tip of her nose lightly, ruining her stoic and intimidating pose, as her hands came up to cup his cheek, and she laughed quietly.
"I love you Syler." He said, leaning in again to catch her lips. Her grin showed teeth, and soon they were both smiling to wide to continue their kiss and merely stood there nose to nose, giving Eskimo kisses.
"I love you more." She told him, her fingers trailing over his neck, and fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
He laughed breathily as her fingers smoothed over the tension in his shoulders; they were headed for dangerous territory. He really did have to get ready and leave, he should have been ready and gone five minutes ago and he'd already let Syler help three times this week. Another would be pushing his luck severely, "I trust your judgment."
Her fingers stopped kneading and slid from his shoulders, "You what?" She asked laughing.
As her hands left his skin his thoughts leveled out again, and he grabbed at the towel he had dropped to the ground, "I've got to go." He said swiftly leaning to kiss her chastely. But she would have none of it, her hands had his face and his heart in an instant, and he desperately wanted to stay, but suddenly Mac's voice was in his head, and he pulled back from her.
She had stepped down off the stool and was looking up at his through eye lids flying half mast, he slapped her hands away from his face, and she smiled slowly, seductively. Her fingers going again for his tie, but he back out of their reach, as her other hand found his and he took two steps towards the door. His libido whispering softly in his ear as electricity shot through his fingers where they met hers. His expression was pitiful as he slid his fingers out of her slowly. For a moment it looked as though he might even chance his mind, but he offered her a watery smile and turned to leave.
"Just for the record lover," She called as she stripped off her shirt and heading into the bathroom, "I won this round.
He groaned and bolted for the door faster than he would have thought his feet could take him, and slumping back against the door as it shut behind him. He felt the ties that held him to Syler pulling viciously at every part of him and he grinned, "Damn straight." He murmured as he decided that whoever had said Love is Pain, had known his Syler in a previous life.
What did you think? Have you missed the two of them together, because I missed the deuce out of them. Please leave me a review, I may not be fond of begging or find it dignifying, but that doesn't mean I won't do it. BTW, I love you guys even if you don't review :)