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FIC: Late Nights (X-Men)
Title: Late Nights
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Hank McCoy/Abigail Brand
Warnings: None.
Rating: Gen.
Summary: Mush.
Disclaimer: I need there to be more mush in the world right now.
A/N: Unbetaed.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Brand hung up her communicator with a sigh and stared down at the piles of paperwork on the desk in front of her in a mixture of mild annoyance and exhausted despair. Flicking her eyes to the left, she saw the time marching steadily towards midnight and gritted her teeth in response. There were days when then there just wasn’t enough time.
Hell, there were no days when there was enough time.
A knock at the door interrupted her reach for the top piece of paper and she turned as the metal slid open. Only two people would have the audacity to enter her office without her permission and her assistant was off duty. Besides, she’d noted the shuttle docking an hour before, unexpected, cleared past security without problem, and narrowed the list of possible arrivals to a select few.
One of them was staring in at her now and she leaned back in her chair. A familiar blue face and feline grin greeted her and she kept face expressionless. “I thought you were up to your ears in catastrophes.”
“I am,” Hank replied.
“I thought you were too busy to keep our date,” Brand arched an eyebrow.
“No, my dear. I said I was too busy to be timely with our date.” Hank stepped into the room, hands holding a peace offering.
Standing, Brand’s eyes locked on the box. “Is that Mario’s?”
“Cheese, pepperoni, mushroom, olives…” Hank answered, temptingly. He lifted his other hand. “And a six pack of beer that I liberated from Logan.”
“You’re forgiven for being late.” Brand circled her desk arms held out. As soon as she was close enough, she took the pizza box and turned on her heel, ignoring the offered hug. She’d made it two steps before she hid her grin, ducking her face, as he snatched her back against him.
“Then just wait to see what I have for dessert,” he promised, teasingly. Relaxing for a moment, Brand leaned against him, the warmth of him seeping through her uniform and easing tense muscles. Turning, she lifted her face to kiss him.
“I can’t wait.”
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Hank McCoy/Abigail Brand
Warnings: None.
Rating: Gen.
Summary: Mush.
Disclaimer: I need there to be more mush in the world right now.
A/N: Unbetaed.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
*************
Brand hung up her communicator with a sigh and stared down at the piles of paperwork on the desk in front of her in a mixture of mild annoyance and exhausted despair. Flicking her eyes to the left, she saw the time marching steadily towards midnight and gritted her teeth in response. There were days when then there just wasn’t enough time.
Hell, there were no days when there was enough time.
A knock at the door interrupted her reach for the top piece of paper and she turned as the metal slid open. Only two people would have the audacity to enter her office without her permission and her assistant was off duty. Besides, she’d noted the shuttle docking an hour before, unexpected, cleared past security without problem, and narrowed the list of possible arrivals to a select few.
One of them was staring in at her now and she leaned back in her chair. A familiar blue face and feline grin greeted her and she kept face expressionless. “I thought you were up to your ears in catastrophes.”
“I am,” Hank replied.
“I thought you were too busy to keep our date,” Brand arched an eyebrow.
“No, my dear. I said I was too busy to be timely with our date.” Hank stepped into the room, hands holding a peace offering.
Standing, Brand’s eyes locked on the box. “Is that Mario’s?”
“Cheese, pepperoni, mushroom, olives…” Hank answered, temptingly. He lifted his other hand. “And a six pack of beer that I liberated from Logan.”
“You’re forgiven for being late.” Brand circled her desk arms held out. As soon as she was close enough, she took the pizza box and turned on her heel, ignoring the offered hug. She’d made it two steps before she hid her grin, ducking her face, as he snatched her back against him.
“Then just wait to see what I have for dessert,” he promised, teasingly. Relaxing for a moment, Brand leaned against him, the warmth of him seeping through her uniform and easing tense muscles. Turning, she lifted her face to kiss him.
“I can’t wait.”
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