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four in the bed, (4/?)

(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond's eyes are about to drift shut when he hears footsteps outside and he tenses, flicks his blade out (he never takes it off anymore).

"Hey, hey," Lucy says softly, barefoot and pallid. The moonlight streaks over her legs as she crosses the room, curls in next to him under the covers.

"Um," says Desmond articulately. "What?"

Lucy thinks for a moment. She settles for, "I'm cold," and Desmond seems to find it a sufficient answer, because he wraps an arm around her shoulders and tangles his fingers in her hair.


"Still a gambling man, Mr. Hastings?" Rebecca asks, leaning her forearms on his desk. He spares her a glance before turning back to his work.

"It depends on the subject."

"I think Lucy and Desmond are doin' it."

"I think you have too much time on your hands."

"You know, that mild-mannered Englishman thing you've got going on isn't fooling anyone," she tells him, waggling her eyebrows.

"Good god, when did I ever claim to be mild-mannered?" He gives her his best disinterested look.

"I could always rig up a couple video cameras," she suggests.

"Or you could make yourself useful and carry that box upstairs," he commands, hoping she didn't catch the small hitch in his breath.

Rebecca rolls her eyes and fake salutes, grunting melodramatically as she lifts the box. She only makes it halfway when one of the steps cracks and gives out on her, sends her sprawling. Shaun dives and just barely grabs her under the arms, while the box clatters to the floor, its contents jumbled and spread about the room.

"Shit," she says, breathless, slumping into him. Shaun only nods, a bit dazed, and circles her waist with his arms. They sit there a moment in silence, Rebecca laying pretty much in his lap, before she turns to him and smiles.

"And you said you wouldn't catch me," she teases.

"Call it a reflex," he says, and makes an excuse about having to find a book.