parker x lairre, 113 123 133... choose or combine :P
This drabble went trabble or tribble, whatever the term is. Fanlore says it can be both. Anyway- massive thanks, friend. How about I do all three of them?
“Are you…are you trying to flirt with me?” Parker asked, Lairre discerning the meaning of her words more from gestures and the way her mouth moved than anything else. The music was too loud. They were too, but the alcohol both had consumed had a significant effect on them.
"In your dreams, babes." Lairre had half-shouted back at her.
Later that night, after she'd said bye to Marcus and Ness, she found herself struggling to drag a half-drunk Parker down the steps to the tube. It was a nightmare trying to get her to swipe her Oyster card without her pretending she was in some spy flick but somehow, she'd managed.
Eventually, after a turbulent tube ride, they found themselves in Lairre's flat. One thing led to another and well… drunk Parker was a lot louder and loose lipped than she was sober. Lairre herself was much the same, but at least she still put thought to her words. Parker was less so, and flirted blatantly.
“Stop saying things that make me want to kiss you!” Lairre exclaimed. It was a recipe for disaster. She liked Parker. A lot. But getting into bed with her would spell trouble for the rest of their working relationship. She didn't want to compromise that. None of it. Still, they were seated pretty close together, and she could feel Parker's breath on her cheek.
Of course, through pink-tinted glasses, Parker took her comment for permission and leaned in, bridging the gap. The witch's hands tangled in her hair. The kiss itself was a bit sloppy and she could taste the alcohol on her lips but Lairre's stomach flipped, and she found herself kissing back with abandon.
Lairre couldn't help but laugh when they parted. “You’re completely ridiculous. I can’t believe I find you attractive.”
