TITLE: Double Trouble
AUTHOR: Spica (email@example.com)
DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013 and Fox own them.
ARCHIVE: Sure, just keep my headers attached.
KEYWORDS: 155 words, K/Ma
TIMELINE: Season 2
SUMMARY: This spells trouble.
FEEDBACK: Is always treasured.
THANKS: To Muridae for looking over this with her eagle eyes.
"I knew it... Soon's I saw you. Spender's eager puppy, bright-eyed and
The snow floats and hovers in the streetlamp's light cone, defying gravity.
Tonight, his bright eyes are from wine, their new alliance, and dangerous
laughter at her description. "You knew what?"
"That Smokey had trouble on his hands," she declares, very solemn because
she's a little too drunk.
He tightens his arm around her, reeling her in close. She scents him:
winter dark, heartbeat, opportunity. As their breaths mingle, her pulse
lunges in gazelle leaps. She wants it; almost doesn't want it. Doing business
with Krycek may be trouble, but *this*... this spells double, double toil-and-trouble--
The kiss wills itself, and confirms her half-formed fears, stirs better
forgotten dreams: forging fire in the snowbound world around. They break
apart panting, wide-eyed.
Brushing snowflakes from her hair, Krycek smiles. "Guess it's you now,
Covarrubias," he breathes, "with trouble on your hands."