Stella/Danny/Flack
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bedlamsbardSo, the bunny jumped up and bit me on the nose. Stella/Danny/Flack threesome in uniform, with handcuffs, not-yet porn, post- "On the Job" by some few days. Ends sorta abruptly, but there will be more, I suppose. Cut for extremely bad cop jokes.
He's not really sure how he ended up here. Sure, he remembers the alcohol and the cab, and Flack and Stella, but he doesn't remember agreeing to this.
Not that he's protesting. Much.
Danny tugs awkwardly at the bottom of his uniform shirt, resisting the urge to readjust his for the sixth time. Flack grins at him, touching the brim of his hat briefly. He's decked out in full rig, all except for the gun, but then again, so is Danny, although he left the hat at his apartment.
"You sure about this?" Danny says after a long minute where he and Flack stare at each other.
Flack flashes him a bright gleam of white teeth. "Hell, yeah. I always thought you'd look damn good in uniform."
Danny licks his lips nervously and tries not to notice the way Flack's eyes fasten on his mouth. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Flack steps forward and settles his hand on the curve of Danny's hip. He curls his mouth over Danny's cheeck, moves it down to kiss him briefly. He pulls back after a moment. "Stella should be here any time now."
"What, you didn't invite Mac and Aiden too?" Danny asks, shifting from foot to foot. His eyes flicker toward the door as someone knocks.
"That'll be Stella," Flack says gleefully. He goes to unlock the door. "Speak of the devil."
"Don't say a word," Stella orders, shrugging her jacket off.
Flack's grinning like a fiend as he shuts the door.
"Er," Danny says, goggling. "Is that -"
"Not. One. Word."
"I thought NYPD didn't require female officers to wear skirts anymore," he blurts out.
She takes a threatening step forward. "Don't you dare, Danny Messer."
"Dare what?" he grins, spreading his hands innocenctly. "I just ain't never seen you in a skirt, that's all."
Stella smoothes down the front of her uniform skirt. "That's because you didn't know me back in Narco." She glances over at Flack. "So are we gonna do this or what?"
Flack tosses her something. "You're the one with the keys and the rank, boss-lady."
Stella opens her hands to reveal a familiar silver key - a cuff key. "You're just asking for it, Detective."
"Then you'd better call in Internal Affairs," Flack leers. "Here in the lab, I hear you guys in white coats handle things internally."
Danny can't help it anymore. He leans over, shaking with laughter, because really, it's just bad, and he's never thought about his job like that. When he straightens up, Stella's there. She slides one hand aroundt he back of his neck and kisses him, all the time laughing into his mouth and Flack's bad jokes.
Flack drapes one arm around Danny's shoulders and the other on the small of Stella's back. She breaks for air and to glare at him, and while Danny's gasping for breath Flack swoops in. Danny twitches up obediently into his mouth, then gives a little as Stella bullies her way in. It's sloppy and wet, yet familiar enough in its own way. These are his partners, and he likes to think he knows them inside and out.
Though obviously he doesn't know them that well, as Stella slips her hand away from his neck. This foggy realization is followed shortly by a click and Flack's cry of outrage.
"Hey! Hey, we ain't even in the bedroom yet!"
Stella lifts the other end of the handcuffs, hauling Flack's arm up with it. "Oh, yeah? Looks like I'm the one with the key, buddy-boy. If you swear you'll come peacefully, I won't cuff 'em both."
"No one's comin' peacefully 'round here," Flack leers. "Least'a all me. Ya' wanna take my fingerprints, Detective? Or get a sample of my DNA?"
"I'll leave that to CSI Messer here," Stella grins. She reaches up and knocks his hat off.
"Hey," Flack protests. "That thing's expensive -"
"You ever tried fucking with a hat on?" she demands. "Thing comes off in three secons flat and then you're rolling over on it every other minute for the rest of the night."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it, Bonasera," Flack mock-scowls. "Ya' think we might wanna -" He nods toward the bedroom.
Stella's manic grin widens. "Now you're talking." She turns toward Danny. "What about it, Danny? You up for the big times?"
Danny thinks fleetingly of Mac and the subway, of spreading blood and a gold badge. Fuck that, Tanglewood's Dannyboy whispers, and he says out loud, "Oh, hell yeah."
Stella grins even more widely and sort of drags them both to Flack's bedroom. Flack loses his shoes somewhere along the way, and Stell'a half in stocking feet, but Danny's only just kicking his shoes off when Stella pushes Flack down onto the bed.
"Spread-eagled or what?" she asks, fingering the empty cuff meaningfully.
"What, don't I get a choice in this?" Flack asks.
"Now where's the fun in that?"
He's not really sure how he ended up here. Sure, he remembers the alcohol and the cab, and Flack and Stella, but he doesn't remember agreeing to this.
Not that he's protesting. Much.
Danny tugs awkwardly at the bottom of his uniform shirt, resisting the urge to readjust his for the sixth time. Flack grins at him, touching the brim of his hat briefly. He's decked out in full rig, all except for the gun, but then again, so is Danny, although he left the hat at his apartment.
"You sure about this?" Danny says after a long minute where he and Flack stare at each other.
Flack flashes him a bright gleam of white teeth. "Hell, yeah. I always thought you'd look damn good in uniform."
Danny licks his lips nervously and tries not to notice the way Flack's eyes fasten on his mouth. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Flack steps forward and settles his hand on the curve of Danny's hip. He curls his mouth over Danny's cheeck, moves it down to kiss him briefly. He pulls back after a moment. "Stella should be here any time now."
"What, you didn't invite Mac and Aiden too?" Danny asks, shifting from foot to foot. His eyes flicker toward the door as someone knocks.
"That'll be Stella," Flack says gleefully. He goes to unlock the door. "Speak of the devil."
"Don't say a word," Stella orders, shrugging her jacket off.
Flack's grinning like a fiend as he shuts the door.
"Er," Danny says, goggling. "Is that -"
"Not. One. Word."
"I thought NYPD didn't require female officers to wear skirts anymore," he blurts out.
She takes a threatening step forward. "Don't you dare, Danny Messer."
"Dare what?" he grins, spreading his hands innocenctly. "I just ain't never seen you in a skirt, that's all."
Stella smoothes down the front of her uniform skirt. "That's because you didn't know me back in Narco." She glances over at Flack. "So are we gonna do this or what?"
Flack tosses her something. "You're the one with the keys and the rank, boss-lady."
Stella opens her hands to reveal a familiar silver key - a cuff key. "You're just asking for it, Detective."
"Then you'd better call in Internal Affairs," Flack leers. "Here in the lab, I hear you guys in white coats handle things internally."
Danny can't help it anymore. He leans over, shaking with laughter, because really, it's just bad, and he's never thought about his job like that. When he straightens up, Stella's there. She slides one hand aroundt he back of his neck and kisses him, all the time laughing into his mouth and Flack's bad jokes.
Flack drapes one arm around Danny's shoulders and the other on the small of Stella's back. She breaks for air and to glare at him, and while Danny's gasping for breath Flack swoops in. Danny twitches up obediently into his mouth, then gives a little as Stella bullies her way in. It's sloppy and wet, yet familiar enough in its own way. These are his partners, and he likes to think he knows them inside and out.
Though obviously he doesn't know them that well, as Stella slips her hand away from his neck. This foggy realization is followed shortly by a click and Flack's cry of outrage.
"Hey! Hey, we ain't even in the bedroom yet!"
Stella lifts the other end of the handcuffs, hauling Flack's arm up with it. "Oh, yeah? Looks like I'm the one with the key, buddy-boy. If you swear you'll come peacefully, I won't cuff 'em both."
"No one's comin' peacefully 'round here," Flack leers. "Least'a all me. Ya' wanna take my fingerprints, Detective? Or get a sample of my DNA?"
"I'll leave that to CSI Messer here," Stella grins. She reaches up and knocks his hat off.
"Hey," Flack protests. "That thing's expensive -"
"You ever tried fucking with a hat on?" she demands. "Thing comes off in three secons flat and then you're rolling over on it every other minute for the rest of the night."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it, Bonasera," Flack mock-scowls. "Ya' think we might wanna -" He nods toward the bedroom.
Stella's manic grin widens. "Now you're talking." She turns toward Danny. "What about it, Danny? You up for the big times?"
Danny thinks fleetingly of Mac and the subway, of spreading blood and a gold badge. Fuck that, Tanglewood's Dannyboy whispers, and he says out loud, "Oh, hell yeah."
Stella grins even more widely and sort of drags them both to Flack's bedroom. Flack loses his shoes somewhere along the way, and Stell'a half in stocking feet, but Danny's only just kicking his shoes off when Stella pushes Flack down onto the bed.
"Spread-eagled or what?" she asks, fingering the empty cuff meaningfully.
"What, don't I get a choice in this?" Flack asks.
"Now where's the fun in that?"
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Date: 2005-05-11 12:54 am (UTC)CRASH!
Er. Slightly hyper at the moment.
He's going to be in for a real treat when Danny introduces him to his new pal, Mac.
*grin* Now that would be a meeting I would pay to see, especially if you threw in Stella.
He's really...well, he's a mirror image of Flack's family.
*blink* Er. You understand my universe better than I do.
He does things that are, by and large, wrong, but he's still loyal to the safety of the people he loves/is related to/is tied to via the mafia. I think.
Exactly. When it comes down to it, Val's someone an anachronism among the Mafia. He believes very strongly in honor, but it's his own hybrid kind of honor. He won't hesitate to screw over someone else in one of the Families if they threaten his family (notice how easily he sends Joey out with license to kill any Patriso who so much as blinks at Danny), but at the same time he's the kind of guy that'll help some old blind lady across the street.
Val's fun. I'd wish he was canon, but CBS would probably screw him up.