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umbralilliumTitle: Frottage
Author: DaniKitten (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dollydani)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/Cassandra
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine, I only play with them and put them away only slightly more worn out than they were when I found them. *innocent look*
Warnings: light m/m slash, reference of sexual activity that has the same name as a painting technique.
Author’s note: This story was inspired in part by a Magnificent Seven AU story and also by the fact that my sisters are painting their room this week.
Timeline: set after What Dreams Reveal in my Watching You ‘verse. You must read What Dreams Reveal, otherwise you will be hopelessly lost from the first sentence onwards.
Summary: Cassandra needs help with a project.
Beta:jestana, I made some changes after she'd gone over it, so any mistakes are alllll mine.
Frottage
Don glanced around to see if David and Megan were around before approaching Colby's desk and leaning one hip against the side. "Hey, Colby?"
Colby glanced up at Don before going back to whatever he was doing on his computer. "Yeah?"
"Cass wanted me to ask if you'd help paint the library this weekend," Don said.
Colby glanced at the calendar. Today was Wednesday. He looked up at Don again, a smile tugging at his lips. "Is it just going to be me helping or is she planning on roping Alan and Charlie into helping, too?"
Don laughed softly, "She wants them, too. She promised pizza for lunch and beer once we're finished,"
Colby leaned back in his chair, giving Don his full attention. "She specifically stated the beer was for after we finish?"
Don looked down and shifted on his feet. "Yeah,"
Colby fought a grin. "I have a feeling there's a story behind that 'yeah,'" he commented.
Don didn't look up or reply, but Colby could clearly see the blush that was rapidly appearing.
Colby stayed silent for several long minutes, thoroughly enjoying Don's discomfiture.
After nearly five minutes, Don finally broke. "So, are you helping or not?"
Colby nodded. "Sure, I don't have anything better to do,"
Don nodded as well. "All right, I'll let her know."
*21*9*12*7*7*26*20*22*
Colby, Charlie, and Alan all carpooled out to Cassandra's house that weekend with Alan driving. For the first ten minutes of the drive, they bickered over who chose the music before Alan declared that, since Charlie and Colby were in the backseat and therefore couldn't reach the stereo, he got to choose the music. He surprised both Charlie and Colby by putting in Default's One Thing Remains album. The rest of the drive was spent singing along with the CD and tapping out the drum lines from the songs.
The three men reached the house in high spirits and with smiles on their faces. Cassandra simply smirked and flipped open the lid on the box of doughnuts sitting on her kitchen counter before stepping out of the way, laughing when they descended on the box. When Charlie pointed out that there were only enough doughnuts for the four men, Cassandra smiled mysteriously before disappearing down the hall. Charlie, Colby, and Alan turned curious looks on Don who shrugged and continued eating.
Once all that was left in the box was crumbs and stray sprinkles, they trooped down the hall to the library. Cassandra had moved the furniture to another room so the room was bare aside from the drop cloths on the floor, a couple ladders, and the necessary accoutrements necessary to paint a room, plus a large stack of newspapers. Cassandra, however, was nowhere in sight.
Don quickly volunteered to fetch her, determinedly ignoring the grins Charlie and Colby thought he hadn't seen. He went to the studio, poked his head in the door, and smiled. Cassandra was curled into one corner of the old loveseat that sat under the picture window with a pad of sketch paper, her attention on whatever she was sketching. Don stepped into the room and carefully sat on the arm of the loveseat. Cassandra looked up and smiled, laying the sketchpad facedown on the loveseat and standing. Don stood as well and drew her into his arms, still smiling.
"You four ready for me?" She asked softly.
"Mm-hmm," Don murmured before leaning down and kissing Cassandra.
Cassandra hummed contentedly and deepened the kiss, her arms sliding around Don's neck, immersing herself in the strength that surrounded her.
A three-man-loud bellow from the library of, "We're waiting!" made Don laugh, breaking the kiss.
"They're getting impatient, huh?" Cassandra asked, her eyes sparkling.
Don nodded, not relinquishing his hold on her. "They can wait a little longer,"
"No, we can't!" Colby yelled from the next room.
Don grinned and shook his head. "No, they can't."
Cassandra grinned as well and stepped back, grabbing one of Don's hands as they slipped from around her waist. "Come on, I want to get this done before we lose the sunlight," she said, towing him from the room. Coming into the library, she smiled at Alan, Charlie, and Colby.
"So, you mentioned you wanted something different?" Charlie asked from where he was standing with Colby wrapped around him from behind. At Cassandra's nod, he asked, "What do you want us to do?"
"Frottage," Cassandra said off-handedly.
Later, Colby would be infinitely grateful that he wasn't drinking anything at that moment; otherwise he was fairly sure Charlie would have gotten an unexpected shower. However, at that exact moment, he was too busy staring at Cassandra, wondering if he'd heard her correctly. Judging from the grin that threatened to split her face in two, he had.
"We're talking about the G-rated definition, right?" Alan asked almost desperately from where he was sitting on the window seat.
Cassandra finally broke down and laughed. "Yes, Alan. It's a painting technique I read about," she replied once she'd controlled her laughter. "Come on, I'll show you,"
*21*9*12*7*7*26*20*22*
With all five of them working, and an hour for lunch, they were indeed done just before sunset, the gilded light of the setting sun shining through the west-facing window turned the warm, deep red antique leather look of the paint a fiery red. From where he was sitting on the floor next to the window seat, where Alan was sitting, Don could see Cassandra's delighted smile as her lively green eyes took in the finished walls.
Colby was sprawled on his back with Charlie leaning his head and shoulders against Colby's side. Colby reached out with his foot and tapped Cassandra’s jean-clad leg to capture her attention. "This will look great with the rosewood bookcases, table, and chairs,"
Cassandra nodded, wandering over to where Don was sitting. Don spread his legs, giving her room to sit in front of him. With a soft groan, she settled into Don's arms. Don smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands settling over her stomach. Cassandra, in turn, placed her hands over Don's, their fingers lacing together and the gold of their wedding rings sparking with sunlight.
Don closed his eyes, listening to Charlie and Colby whispering to each other a few feet away, Alan's occasion movement on the window seat, and Cassandra's soft breathing. He could almost swear he felt an anomalous movement under his palms, but knew it was just his imagination. He tightened his arms briefly and sighed contentedly, surrounded by his family.
End.
End Note: Yes, I’m an evol bitca for what I hinted at there at the end. But then, you knew I was evol, already, yeah? *EG*
Author: DaniKitten (
dollydani)Rating: PG
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/Cassandra
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine, I only play with them and put them away only slightly more worn out than they were when I found them. *innocent look*
Warnings: light m/m slash, reference of sexual activity that has the same name as a painting technique.
Author’s note: This story was inspired in part by a Magnificent Seven AU story and also by the fact that my sisters are painting their room this week.
Timeline: set after What Dreams Reveal in my Watching You ‘verse. You must read What Dreams Reveal, otherwise you will be hopelessly lost from the first sentence onwards.
Summary: Cassandra needs help with a project.
Beta:
jestana, I made some changes after she'd gone over it, so any mistakes are alllll mine.Don glanced around to see if David and Megan were around before approaching Colby's desk and leaning one hip against the side. "Hey, Colby?"
Colby glanced up at Don before going back to whatever he was doing on his computer. "Yeah?"
"Cass wanted me to ask if you'd help paint the library this weekend," Don said.
Colby glanced at the calendar. Today was Wednesday. He looked up at Don again, a smile tugging at his lips. "Is it just going to be me helping or is she planning on roping Alan and Charlie into helping, too?"
Don laughed softly, "She wants them, too. She promised pizza for lunch and beer once we're finished,"
Colby leaned back in his chair, giving Don his full attention. "She specifically stated the beer was for after we finish?"
Don looked down and shifted on his feet. "Yeah,"
Colby fought a grin. "I have a feeling there's a story behind that 'yeah,'" he commented.
Don didn't look up or reply, but Colby could clearly see the blush that was rapidly appearing.
Colby stayed silent for several long minutes, thoroughly enjoying Don's discomfiture.
After nearly five minutes, Don finally broke. "So, are you helping or not?"
Colby nodded. "Sure, I don't have anything better to do,"
Don nodded as well. "All right, I'll let her know."
*21*9*12*7*7*26*20*22*
Colby, Charlie, and Alan all carpooled out to Cassandra's house that weekend with Alan driving. For the first ten minutes of the drive, they bickered over who chose the music before Alan declared that, since Charlie and Colby were in the backseat and therefore couldn't reach the stereo, he got to choose the music. He surprised both Charlie and Colby by putting in Default's One Thing Remains album. The rest of the drive was spent singing along with the CD and tapping out the drum lines from the songs.
The three men reached the house in high spirits and with smiles on their faces. Cassandra simply smirked and flipped open the lid on the box of doughnuts sitting on her kitchen counter before stepping out of the way, laughing when they descended on the box. When Charlie pointed out that there were only enough doughnuts for the four men, Cassandra smiled mysteriously before disappearing down the hall. Charlie, Colby, and Alan turned curious looks on Don who shrugged and continued eating.
Once all that was left in the box was crumbs and stray sprinkles, they trooped down the hall to the library. Cassandra had moved the furniture to another room so the room was bare aside from the drop cloths on the floor, a couple ladders, and the necessary accoutrements necessary to paint a room, plus a large stack of newspapers. Cassandra, however, was nowhere in sight.
Don quickly volunteered to fetch her, determinedly ignoring the grins Charlie and Colby thought he hadn't seen. He went to the studio, poked his head in the door, and smiled. Cassandra was curled into one corner of the old loveseat that sat under the picture window with a pad of sketch paper, her attention on whatever she was sketching. Don stepped into the room and carefully sat on the arm of the loveseat. Cassandra looked up and smiled, laying the sketchpad facedown on the loveseat and standing. Don stood as well and drew her into his arms, still smiling.
"You four ready for me?" She asked softly.
"Mm-hmm," Don murmured before leaning down and kissing Cassandra.
Cassandra hummed contentedly and deepened the kiss, her arms sliding around Don's neck, immersing herself in the strength that surrounded her.
A three-man-loud bellow from the library of, "We're waiting!" made Don laugh, breaking the kiss.
"They're getting impatient, huh?" Cassandra asked, her eyes sparkling.
Don nodded, not relinquishing his hold on her. "They can wait a little longer,"
"No, we can't!" Colby yelled from the next room.
Don grinned and shook his head. "No, they can't."
Cassandra grinned as well and stepped back, grabbing one of Don's hands as they slipped from around her waist. "Come on, I want to get this done before we lose the sunlight," she said, towing him from the room. Coming into the library, she smiled at Alan, Charlie, and Colby.
"So, you mentioned you wanted something different?" Charlie asked from where he was standing with Colby wrapped around him from behind. At Cassandra's nod, he asked, "What do you want us to do?"
"Frottage," Cassandra said off-handedly.
Later, Colby would be infinitely grateful that he wasn't drinking anything at that moment; otherwise he was fairly sure Charlie would have gotten an unexpected shower. However, at that exact moment, he was too busy staring at Cassandra, wondering if he'd heard her correctly. Judging from the grin that threatened to split her face in two, he had.
"We're talking about the G-rated definition, right?" Alan asked almost desperately from where he was sitting on the window seat.
Cassandra finally broke down and laughed. "Yes, Alan. It's a painting technique I read about," she replied once she'd controlled her laughter. "Come on, I'll show you,"
*21*9*12*7*7*26*20*22*
With all five of them working, and an hour for lunch, they were indeed done just before sunset, the gilded light of the setting sun shining through the west-facing window turned the warm, deep red antique leather look of the paint a fiery red. From where he was sitting on the floor next to the window seat, where Alan was sitting, Don could see Cassandra's delighted smile as her lively green eyes took in the finished walls.
Colby was sprawled on his back with Charlie leaning his head and shoulders against Colby's side. Colby reached out with his foot and tapped Cassandra’s jean-clad leg to capture her attention. "This will look great with the rosewood bookcases, table, and chairs,"
Cassandra nodded, wandering over to where Don was sitting. Don spread his legs, giving her room to sit in front of him. With a soft groan, she settled into Don's arms. Don smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands settling over her stomach. Cassandra, in turn, placed her hands over Don's, their fingers lacing together and the gold of their wedding rings sparking with sunlight.
Don closed his eyes, listening to Charlie and Colby whispering to each other a few feet away, Alan's occasion movement on the window seat, and Cassandra's soft breathing. He could almost swear he felt an anomalous movement under his palms, but knew it was just his imagination. He tightened his arms briefly and sighed contentedly, surrounded by his family.
End Note: Yes, I’m an evol bitca for what I hinted at there at the end. But then, you knew I was evol, already, yeah? *EG*
