Three Sentence Fics Round 1
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asphaltcowgrrlFinally had a chance to get caught up with these. Yay! Prompt 2 will be at the bottom since it wound up being a three beat fic rather than three sentences.
Prompt 1: A lost treasure - Found
It was funny how these things worked because honestly, he hadn’t even known it was gone until he’d found it again. But every time he looked into the blue eyes of his partner, he realized how wrong he’d been. He thought he’d never had a heart, but as it turns out, he’d lost it long ago and found it again in the gentle, capable hands of his best friend.
**
Prompt 3: Acting on instinct
She stiffened at his touch, despite knowing he’d never hurt her, not ever. But she’d been fooled one too many times to not let the old instinct take over. Finally, however, she knew it was okay, safe, to let her guard down.
**
Prompt 4: Déjà vu
“Haven’t we already done this,” James asked, sandwiched between his two boyfriends.
“Maybe,” Andrej muttered into James’ shoulder.
“Even if we have,” Zayne added, “isn’t this really the best kind of déjà vu?”
**
Two-fer prompt 1: I have something to tell you
“Wait,” he whispered, “I need to –”
“Shh,” came the reply followed by a gentle kiss, “you don’t need to say a word. I already know.”
**
Two-fer prompt 2: Aisle, breathe, map
Inhaling deeply, Ali tried to steady her rabbiting heart as she pulled open the door to her Jeep. She was supposed to be getting married right now, but instead she was climbing into her getaway car. With a snort, she pulled the GPS out of her back pocket, set it, and drove away.
**
Prompt 2: Spare change, clothes, or tire - your pick!
“Damn it, can today get any worse?”
Andrej looked up and tried to hide the smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth. Zayne’s brand-new shirt was currently sporting a blob of key lime curd just below the second button. “Did I not tell you this would happen,” he asked, still trying not to let his amusement show.
“Oh, shut up,” Zayne snapped. “I know you’re always right, but can you please stop rubbing it in?”
That set Andrej back a bit. Zayne rarely got angry with him over things like this and yet, he’d just lost his temper. “Maybe you should change your shirt.”
Zayne’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t have a spare shirt here. I used the one I had the other day when that jerk dumped his drink on me and forgot to bring another clean one with me.”
Making a face, Andrej debated his next words. Zayne was already aggravated and since he was stuck working with him all day, he didn’t want to make it any worse. What the hell, he figured there wasn’t another option. “I am too small for you to wear my clothes,” he said, stretching the words out carefully. “However, I believe you might fit into one of Jay’s shirts.”
“He’s smaller than I am, too,” Zayne groaned.
“Yes, he is,” Andrej agreed. “However, he prefers his shirts a little larger than necessary. He says it is more comfortable and they hide his gun better.”
“You think he will loan me something,” Zayne asked.
“I am sure of it,” Andrej said, reaching for his phone. “I will even call him and have him meet you in the locker room.”
Zayne sighed. “Thank you. I owe you,” he said as he got up and exited the bullpen.
“You owe me more than one,” Andrej grumbled as he called the other third of their trio and put in his request.
--
“So, I hear you dribbled on yourself again,” James snorted as Zayne approached. “What the hell is that,” he asked, swiping a finger through the green blob on Zayne’s shirt. “Mm, lime. You must have been at the donut place again.”
Zayne gave him a look. “Don’t you start, too,” he groused. “It’s bad enough that Zek’s already laid the ‘I told you so’ on me.”
Laughing, James handed over a peach colored polo shirt. “It should fit. I know it’s too big on me, but didn’t realize it until I tried it on here one day.”
“Why’d you keep it,” Zayne asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
James’ eyes caught on Zayne’s fingers and he sighed. “I meant to give it to you but kept forgetting. I guess it’s a good thing I did, huh?” He swallowed hard at the first glimpse of smooth, dark skin.
“Yeah,” Zayne said, eyes following the direction of James’ gaze. “You okay, gingerbread?”
“What? Oh, yeah,” he lied, tearing his eyes of Zayne’s chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Zayne said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Zek’s eyeball deep in some research…”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” James said, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Zayne’s dirty, unbuttoned shirt.
--
“That took you long enough,” Andrej said, not looking up from his paperwork. “I hope you and Jay did not get caught like you did last time.”
“What makes you think we were fooling around?”
Andrej looked up at his partner and laughed. “You are still wearing your dirty shirt, Zayne. And it is not buttoned correctly either.”
“Aw, hell,” Zayne laughed. “Busted.”
“Indeed,” Andrej agreed. “Go, but be quicker than last time.”
Zayne grinned. “Rosewood left with Hansen so I should only be a couple minutes, promise.”
“I am holding you to that,” he said, not sure Zayne cared.
Prompt 1: A lost treasure - Found
It was funny how these things worked because honestly, he hadn’t even known it was gone until he’d found it again. But every time he looked into the blue eyes of his partner, he realized how wrong he’d been. He thought he’d never had a heart, but as it turns out, he’d lost it long ago and found it again in the gentle, capable hands of his best friend.
**
Prompt 3: Acting on instinct
She stiffened at his touch, despite knowing he’d never hurt her, not ever. But she’d been fooled one too many times to not let the old instinct take over. Finally, however, she knew it was okay, safe, to let her guard down.
**
Prompt 4: Déjà vu
“Haven’t we already done this,” James asked, sandwiched between his two boyfriends.
“Maybe,” Andrej muttered into James’ shoulder.
“Even if we have,” Zayne added, “isn’t this really the best kind of déjà vu?”
**
Two-fer prompt 1: I have something to tell you
“Wait,” he whispered, “I need to –”
“Shh,” came the reply followed by a gentle kiss, “you don’t need to say a word. I already know.”
**
Two-fer prompt 2: Aisle, breathe, map
Inhaling deeply, Ali tried to steady her rabbiting heart as she pulled open the door to her Jeep. She was supposed to be getting married right now, but instead she was climbing into her getaway car. With a snort, she pulled the GPS out of her back pocket, set it, and drove away.
**
Prompt 2: Spare change, clothes, or tire - your pick!
“Damn it, can today get any worse?”
Andrej looked up and tried to hide the smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth. Zayne’s brand-new shirt was currently sporting a blob of key lime curd just below the second button. “Did I not tell you this would happen,” he asked, still trying not to let his amusement show.
“Oh, shut up,” Zayne snapped. “I know you’re always right, but can you please stop rubbing it in?”
That set Andrej back a bit. Zayne rarely got angry with him over things like this and yet, he’d just lost his temper. “Maybe you should change your shirt.”
Zayne’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t have a spare shirt here. I used the one I had the other day when that jerk dumped his drink on me and forgot to bring another clean one with me.”
Making a face, Andrej debated his next words. Zayne was already aggravated and since he was stuck working with him all day, he didn’t want to make it any worse. What the hell, he figured there wasn’t another option. “I am too small for you to wear my clothes,” he said, stretching the words out carefully. “However, I believe you might fit into one of Jay’s shirts.”
“He’s smaller than I am, too,” Zayne groaned.
“Yes, he is,” Andrej agreed. “However, he prefers his shirts a little larger than necessary. He says it is more comfortable and they hide his gun better.”
“You think he will loan me something,” Zayne asked.
“I am sure of it,” Andrej said, reaching for his phone. “I will even call him and have him meet you in the locker room.”
Zayne sighed. “Thank you. I owe you,” he said as he got up and exited the bullpen.
“You owe me more than one,” Andrej grumbled as he called the other third of their trio and put in his request.
--
“So, I hear you dribbled on yourself again,” James snorted as Zayne approached. “What the hell is that,” he asked, swiping a finger through the green blob on Zayne’s shirt. “Mm, lime. You must have been at the donut place again.”
Zayne gave him a look. “Don’t you start, too,” he groused. “It’s bad enough that Zek’s already laid the ‘I told you so’ on me.”
Laughing, James handed over a peach colored polo shirt. “It should fit. I know it’s too big on me, but didn’t realize it until I tried it on here one day.”
“Why’d you keep it,” Zayne asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
James’ eyes caught on Zayne’s fingers and he sighed. “I meant to give it to you but kept forgetting. I guess it’s a good thing I did, huh?” He swallowed hard at the first glimpse of smooth, dark skin.
“Yeah,” Zayne said, eyes following the direction of James’ gaze. “You okay, gingerbread?”
“What? Oh, yeah,” he lied, tearing his eyes of Zayne’s chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Zayne said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Zek’s eyeball deep in some research…”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” James said, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Zayne’s dirty, unbuttoned shirt.
--
“That took you long enough,” Andrej said, not looking up from his paperwork. “I hope you and Jay did not get caught like you did last time.”
“What makes you think we were fooling around?”
Andrej looked up at his partner and laughed. “You are still wearing your dirty shirt, Zayne. And it is not buttoned correctly either.”
“Aw, hell,” Zayne laughed. “Busted.”
“Indeed,” Andrej agreed. “Go, but be quicker than last time.”
Zayne grinned. “Rosewood left with Hansen so I should only be a couple minutes, promise.”
“I am holding you to that,” he said, not sure Zayne cared.
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