mac/danny crackfic snippet
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cimorenedanny's so endearingly thick, and i love to mock him. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perhael has been writing a masturbation fic, the beginning of which you can find here, and this crack!snippet takes up where it leaves off.
In fact, Danny is so absorbed in his pain, his private inner hell, that he doesn't even hear the knocking on the door until it is too late. By the time he sits up, blinking sadly, Stella's wading into his bedroom, with Mac in tow.
"Mac?" says Danny. "Stella?"
"You actually LIVE here?" says Stella, "Geez, Danny, it's a pigsty. Your mother know about the size of this laundry pile? What's that, a pizza box? Get out of bed." Then she appears to notice the state of his undress. "Oh. Well, stay there. Put a blanket in your lap, or something. Mac, you can wait in the hall. This isn't going to be pretty."
"Stella?" says Danny. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much," says Stella, setting her hands on her hips and looking grimly around the mess in his room. "Just here to kick your ass."
"Kick my ass?" says Danny, cautiously, but he knows Stella well enough that he's trying to squirm back into the opposite corner of the bed now. Maybe, if he's lucky, she'll slip and go down on that stack of magazines.
"Yeah," says Stella, jutting her chin out, "kick some sense into you. And I brought Mac along so that after I'm done, you two can get right to it. I've already kicked his on the way over. In the subway. Thought I'd save some time."
"You kicked Mac's ass?" Danny says, impressed in spite of himself.
"Well, okay. Not very hard. More like I read him the riot act and dropped a shopping bag on his head, but he's got Marine training. And don't think you get to complain, either, Danny, because Mac didn't need nearly as much kicking. At least he got the balls to come on to you, which is more than I can say for you. Well? Are you going to button your pants back up, or am I going to kick your ass like that? It's a little more direct than I was planning, but--"
"So let me get this straight," Danny interrupts, "your actual point in coming here--is to--"
"Beat you up," says Stella crisply, "or otherwise do whatever necessary to you two morons until you get in bed together already." She wrinkles her nose. "Maybe not YOUR bed though. You got any clean sheets?"
"Uh..." says Danny. "Can I put on clean clothes, first?"
Stella crosses her arms. "Go ahead." By the time he's edged around her to the closet she's already tapping her foot.
"Can I have a little privacy, maybe?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Hadn't you better check on Mac, make sure he's not running away?"
When Stella smiles, it's all teeth. "A, Mac, unlike you, knows better, because he has at least two brain cells to rub together. And B, Mac doesn't want to run away, because, as I've been trying to tell both of you for weeks and as everyone in the department already knows, *he wants you too*. God knows why, but he does. Will you hurry up? I've got a dinner date."
perhael has been writing a masturbation fic, the beginning of which you can find here, and this crack!snippet takes up where it leaves off.In fact, Danny is so absorbed in his pain, his private inner hell, that he doesn't even hear the knocking on the door until it is too late. By the time he sits up, blinking sadly, Stella's wading into his bedroom, with Mac in tow.
"Mac?" says Danny. "Stella?"
"You actually LIVE here?" says Stella, "Geez, Danny, it's a pigsty. Your mother know about the size of this laundry pile? What's that, a pizza box? Get out of bed." Then she appears to notice the state of his undress. "Oh. Well, stay there. Put a blanket in your lap, or something. Mac, you can wait in the hall. This isn't going to be pretty."
"Stella?" says Danny. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much," says Stella, setting her hands on her hips and looking grimly around the mess in his room. "Just here to kick your ass."
"Kick my ass?" says Danny, cautiously, but he knows Stella well enough that he's trying to squirm back into the opposite corner of the bed now. Maybe, if he's lucky, she'll slip and go down on that stack of magazines.
"Yeah," says Stella, jutting her chin out, "kick some sense into you. And I brought Mac along so that after I'm done, you two can get right to it. I've already kicked his on the way over. In the subway. Thought I'd save some time."
"You kicked Mac's ass?" Danny says, impressed in spite of himself.
"Well, okay. Not very hard. More like I read him the riot act and dropped a shopping bag on his head, but he's got Marine training. And don't think you get to complain, either, Danny, because Mac didn't need nearly as much kicking. At least he got the balls to come on to you, which is more than I can say for you. Well? Are you going to button your pants back up, or am I going to kick your ass like that? It's a little more direct than I was planning, but--"
"So let me get this straight," Danny interrupts, "your actual point in coming here--is to--"
"Beat you up," says Stella crisply, "or otherwise do whatever necessary to you two morons until you get in bed together already." She wrinkles her nose. "Maybe not YOUR bed though. You got any clean sheets?"
"Uh..." says Danny. "Can I put on clean clothes, first?"
Stella crosses her arms. "Go ahead." By the time he's edged around her to the closet she's already tapping her foot.
"Can I have a little privacy, maybe?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Hadn't you better check on Mac, make sure he's not running away?"
When Stella smiles, it's all teeth. "A, Mac, unlike you, knows better, because he has at least two brain cells to rub together. And B, Mac doesn't want to run away, because, as I've been trying to tell both of you for weeks and as everyone in the department already knows, *he wants you too*. God knows why, but he does. Will you hurry up? I've got a dinner date."
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Date: 29 Nov 2005 03:14 am (UTC)*squee*
omg.
yes.
I heart Stella.
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Date: 29 Nov 2005 11:12 am (UTC)i don't think...
o.o
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Date: 29 Nov 2005 12:54 pm (UTC)Also I heart the Mac/Danny. Why is there not more of it written? I've read yours, and I think I've read all of
Omgwant.
*whines, paws*
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Date: 29 Nov 2005 01:56 pm (UTC)at the place we are in canon right now i can't see how it would work, with so much up in the air. maybe eventually there will be some developments with danny that will allow my brain to see it again.