Post by Moony on Mar 20, 2011 8:32:04 GMT 10
Title: Distraction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 207
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Mattes needs to find a way to keep Clary distracted.
"This is sarden ridiculous," Clary mumbles, hating her assignment now more than ever. The rain that poured down made the stakeout un-enjoyable. The fact that they had been there for hours made it worse. What made it completely unacceptable, though, was the fact that the only place to hide had been a hay wagon. Her entire body was one itch.
"It isn't too bad, deary. I mean, at least the hay keeps us warm." He tickled her with a piece he had picked loose. Frustrated, she grabbed it from him and threw it in his face. It startled little more than a chuckle.
"Warm and suffocating and itchy as...as..." He laughed at her frustration.
"Has it really annoyed the words right out of the famous Clary Goodwin? I never thought I would see the day."
"Shut it, looby."
"I know how to make it better, though." He said voice going dark, "I'll just have to distract you." His hand traveled up her thigh, his mouth migrating to a sensitive spot he had found days before on her neck.
"Mattes, no, we have to work and...there!" She jumped from her spot, leaving a very dazed Mattes in the hay and a very angry slave trader in her cords.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 207
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Mattes needs to find a way to keep Clary distracted.
"This is sarden ridiculous," Clary mumbles, hating her assignment now more than ever. The rain that poured down made the stakeout un-enjoyable. The fact that they had been there for hours made it worse. What made it completely unacceptable, though, was the fact that the only place to hide had been a hay wagon. Her entire body was one itch.
"It isn't too bad, deary. I mean, at least the hay keeps us warm." He tickled her with a piece he had picked loose. Frustrated, she grabbed it from him and threw it in his face. It startled little more than a chuckle.
"Warm and suffocating and itchy as...as..." He laughed at her frustration.
"Has it really annoyed the words right out of the famous Clary Goodwin? I never thought I would see the day."
"Shut it, looby."
"I know how to make it better, though." He said voice going dark, "I'll just have to distract you." His hand traveled up her thigh, his mouth migrating to a sensitive spot he had found days before on her neck.
"Mattes, no, we have to work and...there!" She jumped from her spot, leaving a very dazed Mattes in the hay and a very angry slave trader in her cords.
QC by: greenie
Awesome fic! ;D
