記憶したか? (kiokushitaka) wrote in anathema_, @ 2010-02-17 01:04:00 |
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Current music: | Cobra Starship - Cobras Never Say Die (B-Side) |
Kink Meme fill;
Prompt: Shaun/Desmond phone sex; Kudos for one of the girls listening in.
Shaun and Rebecca had gone to one of the other safe houses for the weekend to make sure everything was in order there in case they needed to move shop again. They were extra cautious now that Abstergo had found their hideout once and had developed a plan to move periodically from location to location so that it would be much harder for the Templar organization to lock onto them again. This left Desmond and Lucy at the hideout while they waited for word... and since Rebecca had specifically stated that no one touch baby while she was gone, Desmond was bored.
"You could always go practice climbing." Lucy suggested. Desmond just shook his head and stuffed his hands into his pockets. She didn't bother giving him a second look and returned to typing up her reports on their progress, keys clacking away in the deafening silence that seemed to surround them now. The ex-bartender let out a long-suffering sigh and trudged over to a couch, flopping onto it unceremoniously, wishing that they at least had cable or something to do. It was times like these he wished he had one of those hand held video game things. So he did the next best thing. He opted to take a nap, curling up on the couch and just as he was getting comfortable, the phone rang shrilly, jolting him upright.
"Can you get that?" Lucy asked absently, "It's probably them- only other assassins would be calling here- it's a secure line." Desmond nodded silently and walked over to where the phone was cradled, picking it up and pressing the talk button on the cordless.
"Yeah?"
"Well, I'm certainly happy to hear you on the other end, too, Desmond." Came the sarcastic reply with a British accent. "Everything here's in tip top shape, could you please relay that to Lucy?"
"Oh, hey Shaun. Alright. Will do. Anything else?" Desmond replied.
"Yeah. Rebecca's out getting some consumables and perishables... and I've got this problem..." At this, the assassin-in-training quirked an eyebrow. "...go to your room and close the door."
"Why do-"
"Just do it, Desmond. Please?" He could hear something in Shaun's voice; strain? It was somewhat odd, but barely audible. He shrugged and began to walk towards his room when Lucy looked up and mouthed 'where are you going?' and he merely shrugged at her, mouthing back 'Shaun wants something.' He wandered off in the direction of the rooms.