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sororculaTitle: Plenty Implied
Pairing: Don/Terry
Rating: PG
Summary: She eyes the single bed ruefully.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Very slight for 1x04 "Structural Corruption."
Prompt: "Storm" at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Notes/Warnings: Completely fluffy, off-the-cuff drabble, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emmademarais all but dared me to write it. ;-) Which is why I ♥ her. Title from "Baby It's Cold Outside."
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
"Home sweet home," Don mutters, finally picking the lock on the old cabin's door. They enter, shivering in their clinging wet clothes. "It's freezing in here," he says, teeth chattering.
"Hmm," Terry says. She eyes the single bed ruefully and shifts, trying not to drip too much on the carpet. "Well. I suppose it's bigger than the twin beds at Quantico, anyway."
Don chokes on a cough and she looks at him, grinning. "Right," he finally says, recovering. "I just hope you don't still kick in your sleep."
When they wake up pressed close, they blame it on the cold.
Pairing: Don/Terry
Rating: PG
Summary: She eyes the single bed ruefully.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Very slight for 1x04 "Structural Corruption."
Prompt: "Storm" at
numb3rs100 Notes/Warnings: Completely fluffy, off-the-cuff drabble, because
emmademarais all but dared me to write it. ;-) Which is why I ♥ her. Title from "Baby It's Cold Outside."Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
"Home sweet home," Don mutters, finally picking the lock on the old cabin's door. They enter, shivering in their clinging wet clothes. "It's freezing in here," he says, teeth chattering.
"Hmm," Terry says. She eyes the single bed ruefully and shifts, trying not to drip too much on the carpet. "Well. I suppose it's bigger than the twin beds at Quantico, anyway."
Don chokes on a cough and she looks at him, grinning. "Right," he finally says, recovering. "I just hope you don't still kick in your sleep."
When they wake up pressed close, they blame it on the cold.
