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seren_ccdTitle: Your Everlasting Summer
Fandom: The A-Team (film)
Ship: Templeton 'Face' Peck/Charisa Sosa
Word Count: 400
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: Written for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle with the prompt of 'phone'.
The sound of ‘Reelin’ in the Years’ invades Sosa’s house. She rolls her eyes, but still answers.
“What?”
“Hey.”
“You are aware that they have been known to bug my apartment?”
“Yeah, but they haven’t this week. I checked. What are you doing?”
“Enjoying my first night off in months and watching a movie.”
“Which one?”
“Out of Sight.”
“Oh, man. You and that movie.”
“What? George Clooney, a badass female lead, guns, heists, plus she gets the bad guys in the end, what’s not to like?”
“Yeah, I can see how it would appeal to you.“
“Hey, you should just be grateful I never actually shot you.”
“Oh, believe me, I am. How’s work?”
“It’s work.”
“Well, that sounds enthusiastic.”
“Not only am I not at liberty to talk about it with you, I also just don’t want to talk about it with you.”
“Message received. What part in the movie are you up to?
“The bathtub scene.”
“Oooh, sexy. So, what are you wearing?”
“Face...”
“Come on, what are you wearing?”
“Face.”
“You wanna know what I’m wearing?”
“Are we really going to do this?”
“Baby, I’m already doing this.”
“Jesus. Fine. I’m wearing a tank top and boxers with fish on them.”
“Fish? Seriously? What kind?”
“Umm, I think they’re trout.”
“Charisa, those are mine.”
“Oh, are they?”
“You minx. You’re wearing my boxers and a tank top?”
*there’s a rustling sound*
“Well, actually, now I’m just wearing the boxers.”
“Ohhh, that’s my girl.”
“Soooo not your girl, Faceman.”
“Mmmm, if I can get you to say my name with that little gasp in the middle in the next ten minutes, you are.”
“Ten minutes? Just how hard up are you these days?”
“Clock starts now and the first thing I’m going to do is massage that spot on your foot, right under your toes.”
“Oh, hell.”
“Oh, yeah. Then it’s going to be my hands on those legs of yours, moving up.”
Nine minutes and fifty-three seconds later...
“Fa-ah-ce!”
“Fuck, Charisa!”
*sounds of heavy breathing*
“Hey.”
“Mmm?”
“I win.”
“You are such a bastard.”
“Yeah, pretty much.
“I really hate you sometimes.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I mean it. This was the last time.”
“Anything you say.”
“...”
“Same time next week?”
“Hell, yes.”
Fandom: The A-Team (film)
Ship: Templeton 'Face' Peck/Charisa Sosa
Word Count: 400
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: Written for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle with the prompt of 'phone'.
The sound of ‘Reelin’ in the Years’ invades Sosa’s house. She rolls her eyes, but still answers.
“What?”
“Hey.”
“You are aware that they have been known to bug my apartment?”
“Yeah, but they haven’t this week. I checked. What are you doing?”
“Enjoying my first night off in months and watching a movie.”
“Which one?”
“Out of Sight.”
“Oh, man. You and that movie.”
“What? George Clooney, a badass female lead, guns, heists, plus she gets the bad guys in the end, what’s not to like?”
“Yeah, I can see how it would appeal to you.“
“Hey, you should just be grateful I never actually shot you.”
“Oh, believe me, I am. How’s work?”
“It’s work.”
“Well, that sounds enthusiastic.”
“Not only am I not at liberty to talk about it with you, I also just don’t want to talk about it with you.”
“Message received. What part in the movie are you up to?
“The bathtub scene.”
“Oooh, sexy. So, what are you wearing?”
“Face...”
“Come on, what are you wearing?”
“Face.”
“You wanna know what I’m wearing?”
“Are we really going to do this?”
“Baby, I’m already doing this.”
“Jesus. Fine. I’m wearing a tank top and boxers with fish on them.”
“Fish? Seriously? What kind?”
“Umm, I think they’re trout.”
“Charisa, those are mine.”
“Oh, are they?”
“You minx. You’re wearing my boxers and a tank top?”
*there’s a rustling sound*
“Well, actually, now I’m just wearing the boxers.”
“Ohhh, that’s my girl.”
“Soooo not your girl, Faceman.”
“Mmmm, if I can get you to say my name with that little gasp in the middle in the next ten minutes, you are.”
“Ten minutes? Just how hard up are you these days?”
“Clock starts now and the first thing I’m going to do is massage that spot on your foot, right under your toes.”
“Oh, hell.”
“Oh, yeah. Then it’s going to be my hands on those legs of yours, moving up.”
Nine minutes and fifty-three seconds later...
“Fa-ah-ce!”
“Fuck, Charisa!”
*sounds of heavy breathing*
“Hey.”
“Mmm?”
“I win.”
“You are such a bastard.”
“Yeah, pretty much.
“I really hate you sometimes.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I mean it. This was the last time.”
“Anything you say.”
“...”
“Same time next week?”
“Hell, yes.”
