Post by Moony on Apr 21, 2011 10:06:21 GMT 10
Title: Bath
Rating:PG
Word Count: 344
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: When they visit the bath's together after watch, it is not what either expected.
The eight in a series of Firsts (Started in R1).
The first time they went to the baths together, all of the dogs had needed to rid themselves of what seemed a good inch of mud. They had sunken onto the benches and joked with the others until their skin wrinkled. Clary had to studiously avoid looking at her partner’s exposed chest and Mattes made a practice of counting the stones on the opposite wall.
“It seems to me,” Jewel said, “that you young things are far louder than really need be. Can’t an old Dog get some rest? ” He smirked from where he reclined, covering his ears in a players fusion in hopes of drowning out one of the mot’s piercing laugh.
“Really? It seems to me you old Dogs are just loosing your touch. Unable to deal with a rowdy crowd anymore, eh?” Clary taunted him from her side of the pool, deftly gliding closer to where he lay. She smacked the water, flinging a good amount of it into her old Training Dog’s face.
“Why you’d think I’d’ve taught you no manners when you were a puppy. I mean to fix this righ’ about now.” He stood up, returning the splash with one of his own. In no time at all a full out battle had begun, the younger Dogs on one side of the pool and the elders on another. Mattes meet her eyes and then, as a team, they rushed the opponent’s front lines, bringing one down and creating a wave that splashed an (agitated) attendant’s feet.
In the end, a truce was declared and the dogs left for their own homes. Mattes did his best to ignore Clary as she dressed so close to him, he smiled at her as they walked out, though. “Not exactly the relaxing experience I had envisioned,” she mumbled, looking forlornly out at the muddy streets.
He smiled, flinging a heavy arm around her shoulders, “I can relax you, If need be, dearlin’.” She thought she did a good job of hiding her blush, independent of how much he smirked at her.
QC by: greenie
Rating:PG
Word Count: 344
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: When they visit the bath's together after watch, it is not what either expected.
The eight in a series of Firsts (Started in R1).
The first time they went to the baths together, all of the dogs had needed to rid themselves of what seemed a good inch of mud. They had sunken onto the benches and joked with the others until their skin wrinkled. Clary had to studiously avoid looking at her partner’s exposed chest and Mattes made a practice of counting the stones on the opposite wall.
“It seems to me,” Jewel said, “that you young things are far louder than really need be. Can’t an old Dog get some rest? ” He smirked from where he reclined, covering his ears in a players fusion in hopes of drowning out one of the mot’s piercing laugh.
“Really? It seems to me you old Dogs are just loosing your touch. Unable to deal with a rowdy crowd anymore, eh?” Clary taunted him from her side of the pool, deftly gliding closer to where he lay. She smacked the water, flinging a good amount of it into her old Training Dog’s face.
“Why you’d think I’d’ve taught you no manners when you were a puppy. I mean to fix this righ’ about now.” He stood up, returning the splash with one of his own. In no time at all a full out battle had begun, the younger Dogs on one side of the pool and the elders on another. Mattes meet her eyes and then, as a team, they rushed the opponent’s front lines, bringing one down and creating a wave that splashed an (agitated) attendant’s feet.
In the end, a truce was declared and the dogs left for their own homes. Mattes did his best to ignore Clary as she dressed so close to him, he smiled at her as they walked out, though. “Not exactly the relaxing experience I had envisioned,” she mumbled, looking forlornly out at the muddy streets.
He smiled, flinging a heavy arm around her shoulders, “I can relax you, If need be, dearlin’.” She thought she did a good job of hiding her blush, independent of how much he smirked at her.
QC by: greenie