ooc: drabbles/ficlets

[scurlock]

Just some drabbles and ficlets I wanted to get out of my system. Not really relevant in any time period in the Bar but based on the Bar sort of. And sort of AU in Will's case.

Tub of Love
Pairing: Doc/Merlin
Rated: PG-13ish.
Summary: Merlin introduces Doc to the wonders of CoolWhip.



"What is this stuff again?" Doc's looking up at Merlin with a curious expression on his face, and given the contents of the plastic container that Bar gave them on their way upstairs, his curiousity is well placed. It's merely white. Sweet, like sugar. Fluffy. It seems to hold no vitamins or value in any way, shape, or form, but Merlin insisted it was useful.

And when Merlin insists, well, Doc tends to allow himself to be persuaded.

"A dessert topping, Jo," the sorcerer replies, voice thick with amusement. He's sitting on the end of the bed, watching as Josiah dips a finger into the tub and tastes the completely sugar based prodcut again. "Very useful."

"It tastes like...milk or cream, but sweeter." A beat. "Though I suppose I could see how it could be useful."

Merlin arches a curious eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Mmmhmm."

There's a long moment of silence, before Doc leans over and swipes a bit of the topping on Merlin's cheek, then leans up and licks it off. He does the same with his jaw, and his ear, and his neck. Then his mouth. Doc can already feel the sugar rush starting in his veins. It's better than being drunk. "Definitely useful. Wouldn't you agree?"

"..."

Speechless already. Doc thinks he must be getting pretty good at this. So he grabs the tub and brings it closer. "When did you say they invented this?"

"I've no idea," Merlin replies, but then he closes his eyes because Doc's fingers (and the CoolWhip) are running along his jaw and the outlaw is taking his dear sweet time in cleaning it off his face. Those are definitely lips and that is definitely a bit of tongue.

"Too bad it's not earlier..."

"And why's that?"

Doc smirks. "Dunno...'cause I'd like to take you home...warm New Mexico sun...a tub of this..."

Merlin is again, speechless for a long moment. "...oh."

Doc then just grins. He likes this game.



Why are there handles?
Pairing: Doc & Will
Rated: PG
Summary: More adventures in technology.



"I don't understand why it's got handles," Doc protests. "Honestly, why would it need..."

"Perhaps 'tis to keep it from running off?"

"Maybe." He looks over at Will and then pops the disc out of the container, there is a picture of some little people drawn on the box. Nothing he understands however. "Pass me a beer wouldya?"

"Aye," Will passes over the beer and nearly drops it when Doc yelps. "What?!"

"It bit me!"

"Bit ye?"

"I tried t'put the damn disc thing in annit closed on my hand and the fargin' thing bit me."

Will's eyes get wide. "Did the player bite ye too?"

"Not when we watched the movie 'bout the dragons."

"T'was a silly movie."

Doc eyes his finger as he drinks the beer and the screen pops on with the start menu for the game. "Well it worked..."

"Now what do we do?"

"No idea."

There's a long moment of silence between the two of them at the animated characters jump around on the screen and 'battle' each other. Doc takes a long drink of the beer. So does Will.

"Y'know somethin' Will?"

"Aye, Doc?"

"Perhaps it would be better if we just went and sparred a bit instead."

The playstation is turned off and banished to the closet, before they head outside to use technology they can actually understand.