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Tweak says, "Leather walls breathing"

Inspector Meg Thatcher, RCMP (megthatcher) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-02-09 20:37:00

Entry tags:

constable benton fraser, inspector meg thatcher

Who: Constable Benton Fraser and Inspector Meg Thatcher
When: The morning after this post
What: Fraser has returned from Toronto ... more or less
Where: Safehouse in London
Warnings: None

Before her eyes open, Inspector Meg Thatcher realises that she is alone in the bed. Well, she thinks, at least the wolf isn't here. Nothing like waking up in the morning to discover an Arctic wolf on the pillow next to you.

She's pleased to note that she's awake before the alarm has gone off, a sign that she is adapting to the unfamiliar bed and the noises of Bloomsbury. Sliding out of bed, she automatically makes it up in Academy-approved fashion and searches for her pyjama pants and robe.

Drat. She'd forgotten about yesterday's clothes. Those will need to go into the hamper ... at some point she should find a laundry service. And a dry cleaner.

You ran into a burning building to save a mohair sweater?

Yes, sir.

Pardon me if that sounds like pure stupidity.

Yes, sir.

You don't agree.

No, sir. Stupidity would have been if I ran back in for your leather chaps.

She definitely should not discuss dry cleaning with Fraser. Ben.

Where is he, anyway? Time for her to leave the bedroom and see where he's gotten to.

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	chicagomountie 2009-02-09 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	Fraser can be found in the living room, clad in his familiar white boxers and undershirt, doing one-handed pushups while Diefenbaker observes. Or maybe he's keeping count, as he sits near his human companion's head. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	megthatcher 2009-02-09 09:16 pm UTC (link)
	Well. That's a sight to wake her up without benefit of coffee. Now if only she can move around him without disturbing the exercise.... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chicagomountie 2009-02-09 09:20 pm UTC (link)
	Not officially being a Constable at this point in time doesn't mean he shouldn't keep up an exercise regimen. He catches a glimpse of her feet out of the corner of his eye, and doubletakes, overbalancing and landing on his face on the rug with a grunt of surprise. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	megthatcher 2009-02-09 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, dear. "I'm sorry," she says quickly, crouching down to check on him. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to startle you--" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chicagomountie 2009-02-09 09:25 pm UTC (link)
	In a movement that'll be entirely familiar to her, he rolls swiftly back up to his feet; like a cat that's trying to pretend its dignity hasn't been bruised, that he utterly meant to do that. "I'm fine," he says instantly, though there's the beginnings of a sheen of sweat on his skin, and his hair is just a little damp. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chicagomountie 2009-02-09 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	Ten minutes, no more, no less, and Fraser re-emerges from the bathroom, though rather than being fully dressed, he has nothing more than a towel around his waist; his hair still clearly damp as he moves toward the bedroom, his father's watch in one hand. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	chicagomountie 2009-02-09 10:56 pm UTC (link)
	Fraser turns and looks at her, dripping slowly onto the carpet, eyebrows lifted in enquiry. Apparently completely oblivious to the reaction he's caused in her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)