Captain Jack Harkness/Captain John Hart; “You forgot to say the magic word.”
Jack tugged on the handcuffs. “Come on,” he growled.
“You forgot to say the magic word.” John grinned at him, twirling the key at him. It figured John Hart would always bring trouble.
“I’m not saying that,” Jack tugged again even though it wouldn’t work.
“I can just leave you here you know.” John looked like the cat that got the cream. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth, now that Jack thought about it.
Huffing and rolling his eyes, Jack mumbled.
“What was that? Speak up Jackie Boy.”
Jack took another breath. “Please let me out of these handcuffs so I can throttle you.”
“Oh now, that’s not going to encourage me to let you go.” John waved the key at him.
“I thought you liked a little breathplay,” Jack couldn’t help but smile at him.
John looked like he was thinking about it a bit. “Ask me again.”
Jack met his eyes. “Please let me loose.”
John licked his lips and reached around to do so. As soon as he had a hand free, Jack swung, punching him across the cheek and grabbing the key to free his other hand. John stumbled back, grinned, and tackled him.
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harkstiel; “This one’s on me.”
“This one’s on me.” Jack raised his head at the familiar voice. Castiel set the drink in front of him and took a seat.
Jack gave him a tired smile and sipped it. “What are you doing out here?”
Instead of answering, Castiel reached across and took his free hand, watching his face.
Looking away, Jack kept drinking until it was gone. “I had to,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t, a lot more people would have died.”
“I didn’t come here to judge you,” said Castiel gently, squeezing his hand.
Jack finally dragged his eyes back to the angel. “I know, and I’m grateful.”
Watching him, Castiel leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Jack smiled and kissed him back, a little less chastely.
Have you seen the…? Oh. Stucky if you’re still doing it.
“Have you seen the….? Oh.” Steve stopped as he walked into the room and saw Bucky had his shirt off. He blushed and reached for it, but Steve quickly crossed the room. He could see where the metal arm was attached to the rest of his body, angry old scar tissue along the line.
“I know, it’s ugly,” said Bucky quietly.
“No it’s not. It’s part of you, and you aren’t ugly at all.” Steve tilted his chin and kissed him. They’d been moving forward together cautiously, but hadn’t really progressed past kissing and a little bit of touching.
Pulling away, Bucky looked up at him searching his face. “You got a body like a Greek God, and I got this thing.”
“And it’s fine, Bucky, it really is.” Steve sat next to him and took the metal hand in his.
Bucky flinched a little, but took a breath and leaned against his shoulder. Steve kissed the top of his forehead. He would take all the time Bucky needed.
if youre still doing the ficlet thing… “are you flirting with me?” johnlock please!
John and Sherlock were in a bookstore. Sherlock had stepped away for a few minutes to check some things, leaving John to pretend to peruse the children’s literature section. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” The man was taller than John and slender. He smiled warmly. “For your kids?”
“Oh no, I’m not married,” said John. “I, uh, have….a….niece,” he lied badly.
The man smiled at him.
John blinked. “Hold on, are you flirting with me?”
The man took a step closer. “Is that problem?”
John’s hand formed a fist. “I’m not gay.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. “You mean you and that other fellow…?”
“No,” said John shortly, turning and stalking away.
He caught Sherlock coming out of the back. “Did you find what you’re looking for?” he hissed.
“Yes.” He patted his coat, then took another look at his doctor.
“Don’t say anything, let’s just go.”
Sherlock gave the smallest of smiles and led the way out. John had the distinct feeling he knew exactly what had just happened. He shoved his hands in his pockets and followed the detective out.
