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rwryterTitle: New York Winter
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hawkeyecat
Fandom: Law & Order
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jack McCoy/Mike Logan
Theme: V is for Vex, to bring distress or suffering to; plague or afflict
Length: 517 words
Disclaimer: If I did own them, this wouldn’t be my preferred pairing
Author's Note: Thanks tosarcasticsra for the excellent beta and the two great sentences.
Jack couldn’t figure out why Mike was glaring at him over his steaming cup of black coffee. He could feel it through the business section of the Times. Exasperated, and not a little concerned, he tossed the paper aside.
“What, Mike?”
“You know how many times I woke up freezing last night?”
Jack blinked; the question had caught him off-guard. “Why didn’t you turn up the heat?”
“The heater wasn’t the problem, Jack.”
“Then what was?”
“You,” Mike said slowly, enunciating carefully, “are a blanket thief.”
Jack stared at him. “What?”
“All four times I woke up last night, you—” he pointed at Jack “—had every blanket on that bed wrapped around you.”
“Why didn’t you get another blanket?” Jack asked, picking up the paper again. He sighed when Mike pushed it down, crumpling the pages.
“I tried that, Counselor—the first three times, actually. You stole those, too.”
Jack guffawed. “I don’t believe it.”
“Oh, really?” Mike stood and pulled Jack from his chair. Bemused, Jack followed Mike to their bedroom. “We normally have a blanket and a comforter, right?”
“Right, and I added a throw last night.”
Mike slowly and deliberately counted the blankets. “Eight, Jack. Eight. How can even you use that many blankets? It must have been a sauna.”
Jack shrugged. “It was fine when I woke up.”
“After your nice, restful, warm, thieving night’s sleep?” Mike asked, exasperated.
“I don’t think thieving is a word.” Jack tried not to smirk. Messing with Mike when he got worked up was always fun.
“Yes, it is, and that’s not the point.”
“What, exactly, is the point?” Jack wandered back to the kitchen, seeking his morning caffeine.
Mike followed. “What’s the penalty for stealing blankets from your lover during a New York winter?”
“Legally, since I own the blankets, there isn’t one.” Jack was enjoying this far more than he should.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Not what I meant.”
“Funny, that’s what you asked.”
Mike grabbed Jack’s shoulder and spun him around, moving in for a deep, searing kiss. When he broke it off, Jack was panting heavily.
“Oh, that kind of penalty?”
Mike nodded, grinning.
“Hmm…” Jack considered his answer carefully. After all, he had woken Mike four times throughout the night. He frowned suddenly. “What did you do the last time you woke up?”
“You mean, the time I gave up on sleeping after discovering you had every blanket we own? Went out for a run. Why?”
“So you benefited that time.”
Mike grimaced. “If you consider running at four-thirty in the morning during winter a benefit, then yes, I did.”
Jack winced. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Counselor.”
He sighed dramatically, and Mike chuckled. “Anything you want.”
Mike grinned at Jack. “Anything?”
“Anything.” Jack checked the clock and swore. “Just not now—I’m running late already.”
“So’m I.” Mike grabbed his suit jacket and leather coat and left the apartment. Jack watched him as he downed the rest of his cooled coffee, shaking his head inwardly. What had he just agreed to?
He couldn’t wait to find out.
Author:
hawkeyecatFandom: Law & Order
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jack McCoy/Mike Logan
Theme: V is for Vex, to bring distress or suffering to; plague or afflict
Length: 517 words
Disclaimer: If I did own them, this wouldn’t be my preferred pairing
Author's Note: Thanks to
sarcasticsra for the excellent beta and the two great sentences. Jack couldn’t figure out why Mike was glaring at him over his steaming cup of black coffee. He could feel it through the business section of the Times. Exasperated, and not a little concerned, he tossed the paper aside.
“What, Mike?”
“You know how many times I woke up freezing last night?”
Jack blinked; the question had caught him off-guard. “Why didn’t you turn up the heat?”
“The heater wasn’t the problem, Jack.”
“Then what was?”
“You,” Mike said slowly, enunciating carefully, “are a blanket thief.”
Jack stared at him. “What?”
“All four times I woke up last night, you—” he pointed at Jack “—had every blanket on that bed wrapped around you.”
“Why didn’t you get another blanket?” Jack asked, picking up the paper again. He sighed when Mike pushed it down, crumpling the pages.
“I tried that, Counselor—the first three times, actually. You stole those, too.”
Jack guffawed. “I don’t believe it.”
“Oh, really?” Mike stood and pulled Jack from his chair. Bemused, Jack followed Mike to their bedroom. “We normally have a blanket and a comforter, right?”
“Right, and I added a throw last night.”
Mike slowly and deliberately counted the blankets. “Eight, Jack. Eight. How can even you use that many blankets? It must have been a sauna.”
Jack shrugged. “It was fine when I woke up.”
“After your nice, restful, warm, thieving night’s sleep?” Mike asked, exasperated.
“I don’t think thieving is a word.” Jack tried not to smirk. Messing with Mike when he got worked up was always fun.
“Yes, it is, and that’s not the point.”
“What, exactly, is the point?” Jack wandered back to the kitchen, seeking his morning caffeine.
Mike followed. “What’s the penalty for stealing blankets from your lover during a New York winter?”
“Legally, since I own the blankets, there isn’t one.” Jack was enjoying this far more than he should.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Not what I meant.”
“Funny, that’s what you asked.”
Mike grabbed Jack’s shoulder and spun him around, moving in for a deep, searing kiss. When he broke it off, Jack was panting heavily.
“Oh, that kind of penalty?”
Mike nodded, grinning.
“Hmm…” Jack considered his answer carefully. After all, he had woken Mike four times throughout the night. He frowned suddenly. “What did you do the last time you woke up?”
“You mean, the time I gave up on sleeping after discovering you had every blanket we own? Went out for a run. Why?”
“So you benefited that time.”
Mike grimaced. “If you consider running at four-thirty in the morning during winter a benefit, then yes, I did.”
Jack winced. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Counselor.”
He sighed dramatically, and Mike chuckled. “Anything you want.”
Mike grinned at Jack. “Anything?”
“Anything.” Jack checked the clock and swore. “Just not now—I’m running late already.”
“So’m I.” Mike grabbed his suit jacket and leather coat and left the apartment. Jack watched him as he downed the rest of his cooled coffee, shaking his head inwardly. What had he just agreed to?
He couldn’t wait to find out.
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Date: 2006-09-20 04:16 pm (UTC)I often go through your fic journal. I love to read some of your good stories sometime. Keep your writing up Kelly!
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