Not the Plan - fic
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deird1This is a sequel to First of Many.
Title: Not the Plan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 570
Pairing: Expatriette/Setback
Summary: Seriously, Amanda is NOT in a relationship.
Not the Plan
When she wakes up, she’s alone. Which is fine – Pete clearly gets that a quick exit after a casual one-off is best for everyone.
Or so she thinks – until she’s making herself a coffee, and suddenly Pete walks through the door. “Morning!” he says, and holds up a bag. “I bought us some donuts.”
It’s not awkward, weirdly. Amanda would have expected awkward – but Pete is… still just Pete. And when he spills coffee all over his first donut, Amanda hands him a cloth and smiles, glad to have last night out of her system so they can get back to normal.
Amanda – as previously stated – does not do repeat performances.
(Although that boy is still built. And when they finish dismantling the Krusher’s warehouse, he’s the only hot guy within reach – so, the logical choice if she needs to blow off some steam.)
“Hey, Setback?”
He’s dusting rubble off himself, but looks up. “Yeah?”
“Want to come back to mine? For sex?”
“Um… sure.”
(And the nice thing about Pete is that he’s so casual, so Amanda doesn’t need to worry that he’ll read into anything, just because she wants to fuck him again.)
“Hey, are you free for a couple hours?”
“Well, I was supposed to have a shift at work–” he glances up at the burning debris in front of them “–but I guess that’s not happening. What did you have in mind?”
(Plus, they’ve been working together a lot lately, so he’s basically the convenient option.)
“Hey, Pete,” she calls down from the rooftop.
He jumps, and then turns and spots her. “Oh, hi! I wondered if you were here.”
No, Riske, the mobsters who were threatening you died from random pieces of shrapnel somehow hitting them with extreme accuracy. But Amanda doesn’t say that out loud.
“Want to come home with me?”
“For sex?”
“Yeah, doofus.”
He grins at her. “Yeah, okay.”
(And honestly, he’s pretty fun to hang out with, even without the sex. Not that she’s planning on being without the sex.)
They help all the civilians to safety, and then Amanda grabs her bag.
“Pete?”
“Yeah?”
“Coming?”
“…yep.”
(Not to mention, every time she has him over, he caters.)
Amanda puts the coffee pot on, and hears Pete’s key turning in the lock, right on cue.
“Morning!” He holds up a bag. “I found a taco truck in the next street.”
(Really, he’s the perfect option for a casual, no-strings, occasional hook up.)
She unties him, checking for wounds. “Did they cut you at all?”
He gestures generally at his arms, torso, face. “I mean, I’m kinda bleeding in places…”
“I mean blades, idiot. Did anyone stab you? Do you have any sharp, aching internal pain?”
“No, nothing like that.” He stands up, wincing. “Though, tell you what, being hit on the head with a crowbar is not as fun as it sounds.”
He’s such an idiot. Amanda grabs him and kisses him, hard. Then she looks him directly in the eyes and says, “You’re not allowed to get kidnapped again. Got that?”
(But he never stops surprising her.)
“You didn’t tell me you’d fought ManGrove.”
“Well, not fought so much as detangled myself from and ran away from – but yeah, a couple months before we started dating.”
Amanda pauses, midway through cleaning Pride’s barrel. “We’re dating?”
Pete grins, and offers her the last slice of pizza.
“Yes, Amanda. We’re dating.”
Title: Not the Plan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 570
Pairing: Expatriette/Setback
Summary: Seriously, Amanda is NOT in a relationship.
Not the Plan
When she wakes up, she’s alone. Which is fine – Pete clearly gets that a quick exit after a casual one-off is best for everyone.
Or so she thinks – until she’s making herself a coffee, and suddenly Pete walks through the door. “Morning!” he says, and holds up a bag. “I bought us some donuts.”
It’s not awkward, weirdly. Amanda would have expected awkward – but Pete is… still just Pete. And when he spills coffee all over his first donut, Amanda hands him a cloth and smiles, glad to have last night out of her system so they can get back to normal.
Amanda – as previously stated – does not do repeat performances.
(Although that boy is still built. And when they finish dismantling the Krusher’s warehouse, he’s the only hot guy within reach – so, the logical choice if she needs to blow off some steam.)
“Hey, Setback?”
He’s dusting rubble off himself, but looks up. “Yeah?”
“Want to come back to mine? For sex?”
“Um… sure.”
(And the nice thing about Pete is that he’s so casual, so Amanda doesn’t need to worry that he’ll read into anything, just because she wants to fuck him again.)
“Hey, are you free for a couple hours?”
“Well, I was supposed to have a shift at work–” he glances up at the burning debris in front of them “–but I guess that’s not happening. What did you have in mind?”
(Plus, they’ve been working together a lot lately, so he’s basically the convenient option.)
“Hey, Pete,” she calls down from the rooftop.
He jumps, and then turns and spots her. “Oh, hi! I wondered if you were here.”
No, Riske, the mobsters who were threatening you died from random pieces of shrapnel somehow hitting them with extreme accuracy. But Amanda doesn’t say that out loud.
“Want to come home with me?”
“For sex?”
“Yeah, doofus.”
He grins at her. “Yeah, okay.”
(And honestly, he’s pretty fun to hang out with, even without the sex. Not that she’s planning on being without the sex.)
They help all the civilians to safety, and then Amanda grabs her bag.
“Pete?”
“Yeah?”
“Coming?”
“…yep.”
(Not to mention, every time she has him over, he caters.)
Amanda puts the coffee pot on, and hears Pete’s key turning in the lock, right on cue.
“Morning!” He holds up a bag. “I found a taco truck in the next street.”
(Really, he’s the perfect option for a casual, no-strings, occasional hook up.)
She unties him, checking for wounds. “Did they cut you at all?”
He gestures generally at his arms, torso, face. “I mean, I’m kinda bleeding in places…”
“I mean blades, idiot. Did anyone stab you? Do you have any sharp, aching internal pain?”
“No, nothing like that.” He stands up, wincing. “Though, tell you what, being hit on the head with a crowbar is not as fun as it sounds.”
He’s such an idiot. Amanda grabs him and kisses him, hard. Then she looks him directly in the eyes and says, “You’re not allowed to get kidnapped again. Got that?”
(But he never stops surprising her.)
“You didn’t tell me you’d fought ManGrove.”
“Well, not fought so much as detangled myself from and ran away from – but yeah, a couple months before we started dating.”
Amanda pauses, midway through cleaning Pride’s barrel. “We’re dating?”
Pete grins, and offers her the last slice of pizza.
“Yes, Amanda. We’re dating.”
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