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toxicwasteland127Title-Keep Your Hands To Yourself
Author-Tonya
Pairing-Warrick/Jim
Rating-FRM
Category-Drabble
Summary-Warrick and Jim have a little tiff.
Disclaimer-No, I don't own them, but I sure wish I did. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
“This was all your fault, Rick.”
“Now, how do ya figure that?”
“How do I figure it?”
“Yeah. I didn't tell you to side-swipe a stop sign. You should've kept your eyes on the road.”
“Well, how am I suppose to concentrate on driving -- when you've got your hand down my pants?”
“That's not my problem. I was just trying to do you a favor. If you hadn't shoved it in there, in the first place, this wouldn't have happened.”
“Did I tell you to answer my phone?”
“No, but it might've been important. You should've put it in your coat pocket. Then this wouldn't have happened. See, it's your fault.”
“I can't say I agree with your reasoning and now I have a large scratch on my car door. Thanks to you.”
“Oh, come off it. It's just a tiny little scratch. You can barely notice it. Besides, you're the one who closed your eyes while trying to get off. I didn't tell you to close your eyes. Although, I really did like it when you moaned, ”oh, fuck.” That was pretty hot.”
“Yeah, well.. I didn't get off. Now, did I?”
“And that's my fault, too? You would've if you hadn't hit that stop sign. Damn! You blame me for everything.”
“I can't believe your logic. You shove your hand down my pants and root around, for God knows how long, trying to fish out my cell phone, and you're surprised when I run the car off the road. I'm not- even- going to mention the fact that I'm still hard as a damn rock. Thank you very much!”
“You're entirely welcome, Jim. Umm, would you like me to take care of your little problem?”
“Hell, no! Or... ah.. I mean... not now. We're making a new rule. When I'm driving you keep your hands to yourself!”
Author-Tonya
Pairing-Warrick/Jim
Rating-FRM
Category-Drabble
Summary-Warrick and Jim have a little tiff.
Disclaimer-No, I don't own them, but I sure wish I did. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
“This was all your fault, Rick.”
“Now, how do ya figure that?”
“How do I figure it?”
“Yeah. I didn't tell you to side-swipe a stop sign. You should've kept your eyes on the road.”
“Well, how am I suppose to concentrate on driving -- when you've got your hand down my pants?”
“That's not my problem. I was just trying to do you a favor. If you hadn't shoved it in there, in the first place, this wouldn't have happened.”
“Did I tell you to answer my phone?”
“No, but it might've been important. You should've put it in your coat pocket. Then this wouldn't have happened. See, it's your fault.”
“I can't say I agree with your reasoning and now I have a large scratch on my car door. Thanks to you.”
“Oh, come off it. It's just a tiny little scratch. You can barely notice it. Besides, you're the one who closed your eyes while trying to get off. I didn't tell you to close your eyes. Although, I really did like it when you moaned, ”oh, fuck.” That was pretty hot.”
“Yeah, well.. I didn't get off. Now, did I?”
“And that's my fault, too? You would've if you hadn't hit that stop sign. Damn! You blame me for everything.”
“I can't believe your logic. You shove your hand down my pants and root around, for God knows how long, trying to fish out my cell phone, and you're surprised when I run the car off the road. I'm not- even- going to mention the fact that I'm still hard as a damn rock. Thank you very much!”
“You're entirely welcome, Jim. Umm, would you like me to take care of your little problem?”
“Hell, no! Or... ah.. I mean... not now. We're making a new rule. When I'm driving you keep your hands to yourself!”
