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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2016-01-17 09:35 am
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2016-01-17 09:35 am
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I Resolve to Prove You Wrong (Common Law Fic)
Title: I Resolve to Prove You Wrong
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Gen, with a hint of slash at the end (because damn you, Travis, you just can’t help yourself, can you?).
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,003
Summary: Travis announces he’s made a resolution and Wes is unable to not tell him exactly why this is a bad idea.
Author’s Notes: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was I won’t take the closest parking space possible to the gym, especially if it means I have to park in the fire lane. This, of course, immediately made me think of Travis Marks. Go figure.
“I’ve made a New Year’s resolution,” Travis said, dropping into his chair and swiveling back and forth.
“Why? You never stick to them,” Wes replied, not bothering to look up from the file on his desk. “And stop that, you know how much I hate it when you do that.”
“Stop what?” Travis continued to rotate from side to side. “And you don’t know what you’re talking about. I always stick to my resolutions.”
Wes lifted his blond head just enough to glare at his partner. “Really? What about the resolution you made to stop dating women at work? That lasted until approximately January ninth.”
“That wasn’t a resolution,” Travis defended. “More like a suggestion.”
Wes shook his head and went back to his case file. “Stop swiveling that damn chair or I’m going to take your wheels away.”
Travis stopped his oscillating motion and leaned his forearms against his desk. “You still haven’t given me one single resolution I haven’t stuck to, blondie.”
Laying his pencil on his desk blotter, Wes sighed. “Last year it was no more donuts and you made it approximately six weeks. I will admit, I was impressed, but even so –”
“Wait, that didn’t count it –”
“Two years ago, you said you were going to start running,” Wes said, ignoring Travis’ protests. “Not sure you ever actually even tried to keep that one.”
“I had a heel spur and –”
“Then three years ago, you said you were going to be on time every day.” Wes laughed causing Travis to frown. “I knew that one was doomed to fail from the very start considering you’re never on time, Marks.”
“There is this little thing called traffic, you know. Sometimes it’s really bad,” Travis said, slouching back into his chair and pouting.
Smiling, Wes winked at Travis. “You made a half decent effort on your resolution from four years ago though. You resolved to not barge directly into my hotel room without knocking first. That one lasted a good four months, I think.”
“I get excited when we have a lead,” Travis muttered, fiddling with a paperclip he found on his desk.
Wes’ smile broadened. “What’s your resolution for this year, Travis?”
“You don’t care,” he grumbled, twirling his chair in his agitation. “All you do is make fun of me.”
“I’m not making fun of you, Travis,” Wes said. “I’m trying to point out that you make unrealistic goals and can’t stick to them. The only one that was reasonable was the one you stuck to the longest.”
Travis frowned. “Not true.”
“It is true, and you’re twisting your chair back and forth again. Please stop. It makes me insane watching you revolve like a desk fan.”
Grinning, Travis slowed to a stop. “Sorry, I don’t realize I’m doing it sometimes.”
“Understood,” Wes said. “Not fess it up, what’s your resolution?”
“I resolve that I won’t take the closest parking space possible to the gym, especially if it means I have to park in the fire lane. There. I can do this.”
The laughter started in Wes’ belly, rolling up his spine and causing his shoulders to shake. When it burst forth from his mouth, he was completely consumed with mirth. “Oh Travis,” he giggled, “that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, even from you.”
“Wait,” Travis said, back straightening in defense. “Why is that ridiculous? You told me I was setting the bar too high, so I chose something closer to the ground.”
“You mean other than the fact you never go to the gym?” Wes swiped the pad of his index finger under the curve of his eyeball, wiping the tears from his skin. “Not to mention that you’re an officer of the law and shouldn’t be illegally parking in a fire lane.”
Crossing his arms across his chest, Travis stared at Wes. “You don’t support me,” he grumped.
Forcing himself to settle down, Wes took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Of course I support you. I’m your partner, it’s what I do. But it’s also my job to point out when you’re being absurd, which is right now. Start coming to the gym with me at my hotel. And if you can go a month with attending and not hitting on anyone, I’ll stop harassing you about failing with your resolutions. Deal?”
“Depends, does hitting on you count?” He flashed that patented Marks smile, the one guaranteed to drop panties across the room anytime it made an appearance.
“That absolutely does not count,” Wes said, tossing a flirty wink at his partner. “You can hit on me all you want because you’re never going to get me.”
“Is that so?” Travis tapped his pen on the edge of the desk. “I guess I now have a secondary resolution for this year.”
“And that is?” Wes’ hand rested on the case file he knew he should be reading, but couldn’t bring himself to finish.
“Wooing you into accepting a date,” Travis said, confident in his ability to do exactly that.
“Huh,” Wes said. “What are the stakes?”
“I’m betting I can get you to go out with me before May. “
“And if you succeed?” Wes had to admit, he was curious.
“If I succeed, you owe me at least one return date at one of those fancy ass restaurants you like,” Travis said.
“And if you can’t keep up with the gym? What do I get out of that?” Because there had to be a prize for them both, right? Not that a date with Travis Marks wasn’t enticement enough.
“If I slip, then you get the satisfaction of being right – I can’t stick to a resolution. I’d give you something more, but I know you love nothing more than being right.” His words were arrogant, but his face told another story.
“You’re on.” Wes caught and held Travis’ gaze as he continued. “Meet me at the hotel tonight at seven o’clock. You’re late, you forfeit.”
“Baby, you’re on.”
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Gen, with a hint of slash at the end (because damn you, Travis, you just can’t help yourself, can you?).
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,003
Summary: Travis announces he’s made a resolution and Wes is unable to not tell him exactly why this is a bad idea.
Author’s Notes: Written for the weekend challenge at 1_million_words. My prompt was I won’t take the closest parking space possible to the gym, especially if it means I have to park in the fire lane. This, of course, immediately made me think of Travis Marks. Go figure.
“I’ve made a New Year’s resolution,” Travis said, dropping into his chair and swiveling back and forth.
“Why? You never stick to them,” Wes replied, not bothering to look up from the file on his desk. “And stop that, you know how much I hate it when you do that.”
“Stop what?” Travis continued to rotate from side to side. “And you don’t know what you’re talking about. I always stick to my resolutions.”
Wes lifted his blond head just enough to glare at his partner. “Really? What about the resolution you made to stop dating women at work? That lasted until approximately January ninth.”
“That wasn’t a resolution,” Travis defended. “More like a suggestion.”
Wes shook his head and went back to his case file. “Stop swiveling that damn chair or I’m going to take your wheels away.”
Travis stopped his oscillating motion and leaned his forearms against his desk. “You still haven’t given me one single resolution I haven’t stuck to, blondie.”
Laying his pencil on his desk blotter, Wes sighed. “Last year it was no more donuts and you made it approximately six weeks. I will admit, I was impressed, but even so –”
“Wait, that didn’t count it –”
“Two years ago, you said you were going to start running,” Wes said, ignoring Travis’ protests. “Not sure you ever actually even tried to keep that one.”
“I had a heel spur and –”
“Then three years ago, you said you were going to be on time every day.” Wes laughed causing Travis to frown. “I knew that one was doomed to fail from the very start considering you’re never on time, Marks.”
“There is this little thing called traffic, you know. Sometimes it’s really bad,” Travis said, slouching back into his chair and pouting.
Smiling, Wes winked at Travis. “You made a half decent effort on your resolution from four years ago though. You resolved to not barge directly into my hotel room without knocking first. That one lasted a good four months, I think.”
“I get excited when we have a lead,” Travis muttered, fiddling with a paperclip he found on his desk.
Wes’ smile broadened. “What’s your resolution for this year, Travis?”
“You don’t care,” he grumbled, twirling his chair in his agitation. “All you do is make fun of me.”
“I’m not making fun of you, Travis,” Wes said. “I’m trying to point out that you make unrealistic goals and can’t stick to them. The only one that was reasonable was the one you stuck to the longest.”
Travis frowned. “Not true.”
“It is true, and you’re twisting your chair back and forth again. Please stop. It makes me insane watching you revolve like a desk fan.”
Grinning, Travis slowed to a stop. “Sorry, I don’t realize I’m doing it sometimes.”
“Understood,” Wes said. “Not fess it up, what’s your resolution?”
“I resolve that I won’t take the closest parking space possible to the gym, especially if it means I have to park in the fire lane. There. I can do this.”
The laughter started in Wes’ belly, rolling up his spine and causing his shoulders to shake. When it burst forth from his mouth, he was completely consumed with mirth. “Oh Travis,” he giggled, “that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, even from you.”
“Wait,” Travis said, back straightening in defense. “Why is that ridiculous? You told me I was setting the bar too high, so I chose something closer to the ground.”
“You mean other than the fact you never go to the gym?” Wes swiped the pad of his index finger under the curve of his eyeball, wiping the tears from his skin. “Not to mention that you’re an officer of the law and shouldn’t be illegally parking in a fire lane.”
Crossing his arms across his chest, Travis stared at Wes. “You don’t support me,” he grumped.
Forcing himself to settle down, Wes took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Of course I support you. I’m your partner, it’s what I do. But it’s also my job to point out when you’re being absurd, which is right now. Start coming to the gym with me at my hotel. And if you can go a month with attending and not hitting on anyone, I’ll stop harassing you about failing with your resolutions. Deal?”
“Depends, does hitting on you count?” He flashed that patented Marks smile, the one guaranteed to drop panties across the room anytime it made an appearance.
“That absolutely does not count,” Wes said, tossing a flirty wink at his partner. “You can hit on me all you want because you’re never going to get me.”
“Is that so?” Travis tapped his pen on the edge of the desk. “I guess I now have a secondary resolution for this year.”
“And that is?” Wes’ hand rested on the case file he knew he should be reading, but couldn’t bring himself to finish.
“Wooing you into accepting a date,” Travis said, confident in his ability to do exactly that.
“Huh,” Wes said. “What are the stakes?”
“I’m betting I can get you to go out with me before May. “
“And if you succeed?” Wes had to admit, he was curious.
“If I succeed, you owe me at least one return date at one of those fancy ass restaurants you like,” Travis said.
“And if you can’t keep up with the gym? What do I get out of that?” Because there had to be a prize for them both, right? Not that a date with Travis Marks wasn’t enticement enough.
“If I slip, then you get the satisfaction of being right – I can’t stick to a resolution. I’d give you something more, but I know you love nothing more than being right.” His words were arrogant, but his face told another story.
“You’re on.” Wes caught and held Travis’ gaze as he continued. “Meet me at the hotel tonight at seven o’clock. You’re late, you forfeit.”
“Baby, you’re on.”