Screwed

[intheheart]

Title: Screwed
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Lars is screwed, and not in a good way.
AU: IN SPAAAACE
Notes: Danny is referring to the mission she's on in Reasons, in which her intel was somewhat lacking.


Danny sauntered into the shipboard bar, and Lars' jaw dropped.

He'd never seen her dressed like that-- shorts that cut off barely short of her ass, cropped shirt, a low scoop neckline that emphasized her breasts. She looked unbelievably sexy-- from the expressions of the other patrons, he wasn't the only one who thought so.

But he was the one she propped herself beside. "Hi, sweetie. I hear you're the one responsible for my intel on that last mission?"

Ordinarily he would have heard the danger in her voice, but he was too mesmerized by her cleavage. "Yeah, most of it. Good job?"

"You could say that," she said, and this time he heard the knife edge. He looked up quickly, and was greeted with a toothy smile. "Of course, you'd be lying."

"Um," he said. "Sorry?"

She leaned forward, displaying a generous amount of breast, and patted his cheek. "Oh, you will be," she said, sweetly. "You're sleeping on the couch for at least a week."

"Okay." It could be worse, he thought.

"Meanwhile," she continued, "I will be sleeping with my vibrator." She smiled that toothy smile again. "Have fun listening to me come!"

Yup.

It was worse.