Public Naughtiness Challenge!
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ds_flashfictionCheating (sort of) on my own challenge: I should be punished!
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
by Beth H.
(c) April 2004
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On any other night, Ray would've thought twice - and then said no - about blowing his partner in a public place.
But it was a cold, drizzling 3:00 a.m. when the only people crazy enough to be outside were him and his partner, the park they'd been walking through was nowhere near the 2-7, and . . .
...Fraser'd asked.
He'd asked.
So Ray got down on his knees, mud soaking through the fabric of his jeans, unzipped Fraser's fly, and nuzzled, kissed, stroked, licked, and sucked at his partner's cock until Fraser, legs trembling, buried his cry of completion in Ray's damp hair.
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It was so romantic. She hadn't walked in the rain with a boyfriend for years - not since she and Ray were teenagers.
When he'd arrived to get her earlier, he had flowers. When was the last time someone brought her flowers? She'd received expensive bouquets from Frank, but Stella knew they'd been ordered by his aide.
They were about to turn down the path that led to the pond, when out of the corner of her eye, Stella caught sight of . . . oh, for God's sake.
"Ray?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I think I'm going . . . coming down with something. Let's head home."
*******
Bracing!
Another man might have characterized the weather as miserable, but Turnbull believed in maintaining a positive attitude in all things.
He also believed in taking wolf-minding responsibilities very seriously, so when he awoke at 2:00 a.m. to the sound of distressed lupine and discovered that Constable Fraser had yet to return, well . . . there was nothing for it but that he take Diefenbaker for a long walk to a little park he knew.
He'd just suggested they return to the Consulate when Diefenbaker began to whine.
"What is it, boy?"
Turnbull looked in the direction Diefenbaker was facing.
"Oh . . . my!"
*******
"Dammit! I lost him!" Huey panted. "Did you . . . see which way . . . he went?"
Dewey shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm telling you, the lieutenant's got it in for us. Sending us all the way across town when it's pissing down like this. It's not even our damned case!"
"We said we'd fill in for Kowalski and Fraser."
"Yeah, but we thought we'd be inside eating Frannie's ravioli. What'd they have going on tonight anyway?"
But Huey was staring at some point over Dewey's shoulder.
Dewey followed his stare, then turned back to his partner.
"Looks fun."
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
by Beth H.
(c) April 2004
*******
On any other night, Ray would've thought twice - and then said no - about blowing his partner in a public place.
But it was a cold, drizzling 3:00 a.m. when the only people crazy enough to be outside were him and his partner, the park they'd been walking through was nowhere near the 2-7, and . . .
...Fraser'd asked.
He'd asked.
So Ray got down on his knees, mud soaking through the fabric of his jeans, unzipped Fraser's fly, and nuzzled, kissed, stroked, licked, and sucked at his partner's cock until Fraser, legs trembling, buried his cry of completion in Ray's damp hair.
*******
It was so romantic. She hadn't walked in the rain with a boyfriend for years - not since she and Ray were teenagers.
When he'd arrived to get her earlier, he had flowers. When was the last time someone brought her flowers? She'd received expensive bouquets from Frank, but Stella knew they'd been ordered by his aide.
They were about to turn down the path that led to the pond, when out of the corner of her eye, Stella caught sight of . . . oh, for God's sake.
"Ray?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I think I'm going . . . coming down with something. Let's head home."
*******
Bracing!
Another man might have characterized the weather as miserable, but Turnbull believed in maintaining a positive attitude in all things.
He also believed in taking wolf-minding responsibilities very seriously, so when he awoke at 2:00 a.m. to the sound of distressed lupine and discovered that Constable Fraser had yet to return, well . . . there was nothing for it but that he take Diefenbaker for a long walk to a little park he knew.
He'd just suggested they return to the Consulate when Diefenbaker began to whine.
"What is it, boy?"
Turnbull looked in the direction Diefenbaker was facing.
"Oh . . . my!"
*******
"Dammit! I lost him!" Huey panted. "Did you . . . see which way . . . he went?"
Dewey shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm telling you, the lieutenant's got it in for us. Sending us all the way across town when it's pissing down like this. It's not even our damned case!"
"We said we'd fill in for Kowalski and Fraser."
"Yeah, but we thought we'd be inside eating Frannie's ravioli. What'd they have going on tonight anyway?"
But Huey was staring at some point over Dewey's shoulder.
Dewey followed his stare, then turned back to his partner.
"Looks fun."
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:05 pm (UTC)oh, brilliant! brilliant! I loved Stella, and Turnbull, and it's just the little details like this
"We said we'd fill in for Kowalski and Fraser."
"Yeah, but we thought we'd be inside eating Frannie's ravioli.
damn, I love due South :)
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:31 pm (UTC)And yes...I love due South, too (I just forget how much sometimes *g*)
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:07 pm (UTC)"Looks fun."
Fun indeed!
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:30 pm (UTC)Thanks, Shell!
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:09 pm (UTC)Dewey followed his stare, then turned back to his partner.
"Looks fun."
*somuchlove*
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-30 03:12 pm (UTC)Bwahahahahahaha!
This is fantastic. Go you.
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:29 pm (UTC)::blushes::
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:17 pm (UTC)Stella caught sight of . . . oh, for God's sake.
Thanks for the laugh!
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-30 03:25 pm (UTC)Looks fun.
And without another word, Dewey sank to his knees and unzipped Huey's trousers. Hell, he was as good as Vecchio; better, actually, he told himself.
Huey had no complaints, as things turned out.
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Date: 2004-04-30 03:28 pm (UTC)(Glad you liked it, sweetie!)
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Date: 2004-04-30 05:31 pm (UTC)Mmmmmm!
Glad you liked it, but how cruel to put that Turnbull/Dief image in my head! *g*
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Date: 2004-05-01 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-30 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-30 05:32 pm (UTC)I know! I love story additions in the comments section! *g*
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Date: 2004-04-30 05:53 pm (UTC)Love it!
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-30 06:03 pm (UTC)And Huey/Dewey is a paring that doesn't get nearly enough recognition. [nods solemnly]
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:43 pm (UTC)Heh. Yes, well...I'd love to see *Huey* get some more action, but Tom? I'll have to think about that. *G*
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Date: 2004-04-30 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 06:44 pm (UTC)-Beth, proud to possess a weird crackbrain.
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Date: 2004-04-30 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 12:27 pm (UTC)And Huey...who knew?
I don't think you cheated, dear. But I do think that if Fraser and Ray weren't out to their friends, they're gonna have a lot of 'splainin' to do. *G*
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:46 pm (UTC)Hee. Yes, well...maybe this is one of those alternate universes where *everyone* is universally accepting of "the love that dare not speak its name." I'm sure Welsh will be throwing them a party. :)
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Date: 2004-05-01 12:57 pm (UTC)One more drabble.
Date: 2004-05-01 07:01 pm (UTC)Frannie took the new squadroom crepe-maker off the flames and sighed. "Still not in, Lieu."
"What about Dewey?
"Nope."
"Huey?"
"Sorry, he's not in either."
"Is *anybody* at work today, Miss Vecchio?" Welsh asked, his voice dangerously calm.
"Well, there's Elsa down in Dispatch and old Mrs. Venteri in Payroll."
Welsh looked out at the empty room. "All our detectives have finally realized they're soulmates, haven't they?"
"I'm afraid so, Sir."
"Oh well. It was only a matter of time.
Frannie sat on the lieutenent's desk and smiled coyly. "I'm not a detective, Harding."
"I've noticed . . . Francesca."
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Date: 2004-05-01 10:36 pm (UTC)And also, "wolf-minding responsibilities" just cracked me up. Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 2004-05-02 01:49 pm (UTC)And yes, Turnbull is a *very* responsible young man. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-02 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-02 01:49 pm (UTC)::smooch::
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Date: 2004-05-03 01:05 am (UTC)"Looks fun."
*grins*
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Date: 2004-05-03 10:42 am (UTC)(...and I'm playing catch-up, too *g*)
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Date: 2004-05-03 04:18 am (UTC)Stella caught sight of . . . oh, for God's sake.
I love Stella's reaction. "Oh, great. There's my ex-husband blowing his male partner in a public park. Oh, well." She's so unflappable.
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Date: 2004-05-03 10:44 am (UTC)(Glad you liked it!)
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Date: 2004-05-03 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 12:11 pm (UTC)Thanks! I was actually going to leave it with the public park part, but then I thought...maybe it's a more popular park than Ray thinks. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-04 07:27 am (UTC):snort:
:snerk:
I love this!
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Date: 2004-05-04 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-18 01:05 am (UTC)A little F/K smut, a wacky setup, and some early morning revelations--that hit the spot. Thank you kindly, m'dear.