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Desmond/Lucy, Sex on the Animus [3/3]

(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:15 am (UTC)(link)

The bartender grunts as a swift kick connects with his side and he opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling of the Sanctuary before running a hand over his face. He sits up slowly and gives a confused look around, his gaze finally stopping on the angry face of the group's historian.

"You know, while I'd rather have my sleep to never be interrupted by anyone, especially not by you, I have to admit that I largely prefer your blood curling girly screams to hearing you moan Lucy's name over and over" Shaun offers with a glare. Desmond blinks, giving the other man a confused before it finally clicks. He had been dreaming. Face warming up with embarrassment, he scrambles to hide himself waist down and gives the room a longer look, hoping—no praying—that Lucy hasn't heard him. Shaun gives him a self-satisfied look at his panicked expression:

"Oh, your luck is in. Our fierce leader has gone out with Rebecca for a supply run." The small smirk slowly blossoms on the ginger's lips and Desmond instantly knows he's in trouble still:

"Though it doesn't mean she won't hear about this. We are asked to let her know of the slightest change in your behaviour after all." The smirk is left unfaltering despite the glare Shaun's receives. Although, he has to admit, the frown does make Desmond look like Altaïr.

"What do you want?" the novice finally asks after weighting his options, obviously defeated.

"Well, as you know, I am on chores duty again this week and really, all these chemicals are really damaging my skin and I need my hands to be able to properly work..."

"Fine, I'll do it." Desmond gets up and takes the cleaning supplies from Shaun's hands. "Oh! And please remember that there are also the laundry and the dishes to do. After that, I believe Rebecca and Lucy found an old tin bath they would love to use, provided that it is returned to its original state. I believe it is possible, with enough scrubbing. Time to put those big muscles of yours to good use, Desmond."

"Fuck off, Shaun."

The historian watches the novice's back disappear on the top of the stairs and smiles to himself. He wonders how long he will be able to blackmail the bartender before the man finds the courage to tell Lucy how he feels. Although, if what Becca had told him is anything close to the truth, the blond is close to getting fed up of waiting for him to make a move and Shaun has no problem betting on this ending with Lucy jumping a clueless Desmond. Not that it would be too early if you ask him. That way, he would finally have some time with Rebecca. Truly, letting it slip out during their next team meeting might accelerate things...