Challenge Response Fluff - Just Another Stakeout

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Title:   Just Another Stakeout

Author: Ann

Challenger:   the_girl_20
Challenge: Sabrina/Kelly, Sabrina’s car during a stakeout, hotdogs

Fandom: Charlie’s Angels

Disclaimer: No ownership, merely fluff.

 

Pouring another cup of coffee to try to ward off the chill of the car, I curse my situation. Damn Bosley and his bright ideas. I wonder if he paid any attention to the weather report when he assigned Kelly and me to this stakeout. Speaking of Kelly, I glance over to the passenger seat and watch my new lover wrapped up in a blanket sound asleep.  If I have to spend the entire night in this freezing weather as least I have Kelly with me. Of course, I wouldn’t mind crawling into the back seat with her and heating me up in a more pleasurable way.

 

Sighing, I change my focus back to the upper level apartment. There hasn’t been any movement since ten o’clock, and I seriously doubt the suspect is crazy enough to venture out in these conditions. I begin to question my own sanity as I blow out another puff of ‘breath steam.’ 

 

I turn my attention back to Kelly when she begins to fidget. The blanket slides onto the floor, and I am tempted to let it lie there so that I can admire her gorgeous figure. Even covered in flannel, she's the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Feeling guilty, I reach down and place the cover back on her shoulders. There’s no way I’m going to let her catch cold just so I can indulge in a little fantasy.

 

A knock on my window causes me to jump, spilling coffee on my right leg. Shit, that stuff is hot. I vacillate between trying to pull the sweat suit material away from my leg and pummeling the idiot who caused me to spill the damn coffee in the first place. The idiot wins as I look over to find Bosley peering in. Rolling my eyes, I quickly turn the car on so that the automatic windows will function. 

 

As the window slides down, Bosley sticks his head in and says, “Hey, I thought you two might be a bit hungry so I brought you some more coffee and some food.” 

Great, I don’t suppose he brought another pair of warm up pants by any chance.

 

I grab the items from his hand, thank him, and start to roll the window back up. Bosley opens his mouth to respond but wisely decides to move his head out of the way to avoid decapitation, and I smile as I watch him walk off in a huff to his car. 

The minute he drives away, Kelly says, “That wasn’t very nice. What did he ever do to you?”

 

Moving the coffee to the console, I open the bag, pull out the food, and answer, “You mean coming up with the brilliant idea of a stake-out in sub-zero temperature or scaring the crap out of me and making me scald my leg with hot coffee or bringing us hotdogs to eat? I hate hotdogs!”

 

Kelly seems to have only heard one of my three very good reasons for trying to kill Bosley with the car window. She immediately turns her attention to my leg and says, “Bree, take those pants off and let me see your leg. Coffee can cause second degree burns.” 

 

Raising an eyebrow at my lover, I smile smugly.  She slaps my arms and says, “Get your mind out of the gutter. I just want to see how badly you’re hurt. Now, c’mon and take those damn pants off.” 

Chastised, I hand her the hotdogs and begin to remove my pants. 

 

A very bright red area on my upper thigh seems to glow under the dim streetlights, and Kelly reaches over to gently touch the skin. Goosebumps instantly appear on my arms and legs, and I can assure you, it’s not because of the cold. 

 

She leans over my lap to get a closer look, and I have to close my eyes at the image portrayed. I just hope a patrolman doesn’t decide to pass by because there is no doubt as to what he or she would think they were seeing. As Kelly kisses the injured area, I, too, begin to wonder what she has in mind.

 

The bubble is burst when Kelly lifts up and reports, “It’s just a little red. There isn’t any sign of blistering. The coffee probably had cooled off a bit, saving you from further injury.” 

Smiling, she adds, “My kiss probably made it better.” 

Oh, how I wish the injury was a tad bit higher, then I would most definitely have felt better.

 

Satisfied that I'm going to live, Kelly unwraps a hotdog and hands it to me before taking a bite of her own. Grimacing, she spits her bite back into the wrapper and says,“Yuck. These hotdogs must be at least two days old. The bread is stale, and the wieners are actually stiff.”

 

I reach into my bun and pull out one of the wieners in question. It stands tall and proud and appears to be jumbo sized. Tilting my head, I give Kelly a salacious smile. 

 

She shakes her head and says, “Oh no, you put that thing back in your bun. We’re on a stakeout, remember?”

 

I grudgingly place the wiener back in the bun and turn my attention back to the quiet apartment. Glancing at my watch, I note we still have two more hours before we are relieved. 

 

Then, and only then, can we return to our heated apartment and various wiener-like toys.