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Things One Shouldn't Warm Up To [The Dresden Files (novels) Karrin/Harry, PG]
Title: Things One Shouldn't Warm Up To
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Prompt: The Dresden Files (novels): Karrin/Harry: Handcuffs: Is that a blasting rod in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
Word count: 310
Summary: Sorting priorities is always important, but why does it has to happen in a tomb? Implied spoilers for Fool Moon and Summer Knight.
A/N: I've only read up to Death Masks and I sort of feel the need to apologize.
"I didn't want you to get involved with this," Harry whispered, a little apologetically, even though down there behind the stairs of the crypt it was kind of already too late.
"I'm a big girl," she said. "I can take care of myself."
That was true: a big girl was more than capable of handling werewolves and chlorofiends and ogres. Yet, "You don't have a chainsaw handy."
She cocked her gun. "I'll manage with this."
There were some noises from the outside. The door opened.
Without thinking, Harry reached out, grabbed Murphy by the waist and pulled her towards him.
After a moment, the door closed again and the noises moved further away. They remained still for a few more seconds.
"Hey, is that a blasting rod in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she said, breaking the silence.
On the one hand, Harry appreciated the attempt at humor --even if it was somewhat cliché. On the other hand, he noticed how close he was holding her, enough for her to feel the blasting rod in his duster's pocket and for him to smell her shampoo.
Priorities, Dresden, he told himself.
He let go. Reluctantly.
"Come on," she said, standing up. "Let's put some handcuffs on that demon worshiper."
He nodded and stood up as well.
He also refrained from telling her that it wasn't a demon that warlock was worshiping but an ancient, blood-thirsty god; those details wouldn't be necessary if they moved fast and stopped him before he finished the incantation, which meant they had to move and not talk. Nice catch-22, if there ever was one.
"Follow me," he said, moving upstairs and out from the crypt, into yet another normal night in his life.
He just hoped it wouldn't become the norm for Murphy too. More than it already was, that is.
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fujurpreuxRating: PG
Warnings: None.
Prompt: The Dresden Files (novels): Karrin/Harry: Handcuffs: Is that a blasting rod in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
Word count: 310
Summary: Sorting priorities is always important, but why does it has to happen in a tomb? Implied spoilers for Fool Moon and Summer Knight.
A/N: I've only read up to Death Masks and I sort of feel the need to apologize.
"I didn't want you to get involved with this," Harry whispered, a little apologetically, even though down there behind the stairs of the crypt it was kind of already too late.
"I'm a big girl," she said. "I can take care of myself."
That was true: a big girl was more than capable of handling werewolves and chlorofiends and ogres. Yet, "You don't have a chainsaw handy."
She cocked her gun. "I'll manage with this."
There were some noises from the outside. The door opened.
Without thinking, Harry reached out, grabbed Murphy by the waist and pulled her towards him.
After a moment, the door closed again and the noises moved further away. They remained still for a few more seconds.
"Hey, is that a blasting rod in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she said, breaking the silence.
On the one hand, Harry appreciated the attempt at humor --even if it was somewhat cliché. On the other hand, he noticed how close he was holding her, enough for her to feel the blasting rod in his duster's pocket and for him to smell her shampoo.
Priorities, Dresden, he told himself.
He let go. Reluctantly.
"Come on," she said, standing up. "Let's put some handcuffs on that demon worshiper."
He nodded and stood up as well.
He also refrained from telling her that it wasn't a demon that warlock was worshiping but an ancient, blood-thirsty god; those details wouldn't be necessary if they moved fast and stopped him before he finished the incantation, which meant they had to move and not talk. Nice catch-22, if there ever was one.
"Follow me," he said, moving upstairs and out from the crypt, into yet another normal night in his life.
He just hoped it wouldn't become the norm for Murphy too. More than it already was, that is.
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Nice, in character piece!
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