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fembuckTitle: Interlude: One Evening
Author: Janine
Fandom: D.E.B.S.
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Lucy, Amy, or any of the D.E.B.S. They are the wonderful property and creation of Angela Robinson and I’m just borrowing them for a short time.
Rating: PG
*Note: This is my first attempt at D.E.B.S. fic, inspired by my insane obsession with this movie (a.k.a. the greatest love story ever told) and Lucy and Amy*
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Amy let her eyes drift up from the sketchpad in her lap and out to the ocean stretched about before her. She was sitting at the edge of the dock waiting for the boats to come in as she did most days in the late afternoon, pretending to sketch when really her focus was on scanning the bay watching out for Lucy’s boat, waiting for it to sail in.
Placing her notebook beside her on the dock, Amy leaned back until she was lying on the wooden planks of the dock. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, a smile coming to her face as the now familiar salty smell of the ocean reached her. She could feel the fading rays of sun warming her skin while bright blotches of light to appear behind her eyelids and sighed contentedly Feeling peaceful and relaxed in a way she had never known before.
“Ar, what be this I spy? Virgin loveliness ripe for plunder, me thinks.”
Amy smiled sleepily opening her eyes for the first time in what seemed like hours, blinking up at the hazy shape hovering above her. Pushing herself up into an up right position as Lucy came into focus, Amy took the brunette’s outstretched hand and allowed Lucy to help her to her feet. The perfect score drifting off while on guard, it would have been enough to make her smile if Lucy’s presence and entrance hadn’t already done that.
“You already took care of that,” Amy said softly turning to face her lover as the streams of people Lucy had taken out for a tour of the bay walked past them talking animatedly, occasionally waving to Lucy as they walked by. Lucy grinned at her in a charmingly devilish and smug way, before the look on her face turned to one of shock and surprise and she stumbled into Amy’s body.
Amy’s own eyes widened in surprise as she automatically reached out to steady Lucy before looking around to see what had caused her girlfriend to careen into her. Finding an embarrassed looking sun burnt woman with her eyes a moment later Amy followed her gaze over to Lucy and down to Lucy’s leg where much to her amusement she saw a little boy clinging on to the brunette, hugging her leg.
Amy watched as Lucy rolled her eyes dramatically and then crouched down so that she was about eye level with the little dude who had started babbling a mile a minute once Lucy had looked down announcing that she had noticed his arrival.
Taking a step back Amy watched as the boy began to pull seashells out of his pocket and held them out in his tiny little hands for Lucy to see. Lucy’s eyes widened in pretend wonder as she looked at the offering one by one before holding one up for him to look at and then putting it in her pocket as he nodded benevolently.
Looking back over at the boy’s mother Amy saw that her earlier embarrassment had been replaced with a smile as she observed the scene. Had she known that their boats Captain and her sons nautical crush was actually international master criminal Lucy Diamond, Amy doubted she would have found the scene quite so quaint, but as she watched Lucy poke the boy in the tummy until he started to laugh and then begin to studiously dig through the shells in the boys hands once more, she found it hard to believe that Lucy had once been a master criminal herself.
“What’ve you got there?” Amy asked as she watched Lucy shove her hand into her pants pocket and began shifting it around. The little boy and his mother had made there way down the dock a moments ago leaving the two women alone as the sun began to set, and Lucy attacked her own clothing.
“Loot,” Lucy responded grinning over at her. “I dove down into the ocean’s icy depths and picked this for you myself,” she continued finally pulling her hand out of her pocket to reveal the seashells the little boy had given her moments before.
“No you didn’t,” Amy laughed as she looked down at the pretty shells and coral in Lucy’s hand. “I can’t believe your taking credit for a four year olds hard work,” she continued picking a flat, smooth shell out of Lucy’s hand as the brunette shrugged.
“Shocking!” Lucy declared playfully wrapping her arm around Amy’s waist, kissing her on the cheek and then happily kissing her on the lips as Amy turned to face her, the contact deepening for a moment before Lucy sighed and pulled back. “You know I think the simple life is rubbing off on me. My schemes seem to be getting less, and less impressive?”
Placing the shell she had been holding a moment ago in her own pocket Amy smiled over at Lucy. “I don’t know about that. You did almost burn down the neighbours apartment like two days ago.”
“That wasn’t on purpose,” Lucy complained looking over at Amy frowning slightly at the blonde’s grin. “I was trying to make a flambé. Seriously, who knew the combination of rum and banana could be so deadly?”
“You mean the combination of alcohol and fire?” Amy asked sarcastically grinning more widely at Lucy’s grumpy old man complaining, quickly jumping back out of Lucy’s reach as the brunette’s arms darted out in search of her, her fingers wiggling dangerously ready to tickle her. “I’m sorry, the chocolate mousse you made after the fire was very delicious,” Amy added a moment later as a peace offering, pleased to see Lucy smile and nod in agreement before she bent down to retrieve her notebook.
“It’s just, you know,” Lucy began taking Amy’s hand as they started down the dock towards home. “I mean, when was the last time I kidnapped you? Two … two and a half months ago? And there really was ice-cream on the boat so there was only a minimal level of trickery involved. Not like the good old days.”
“There was that time you drove by and plucked me out of the street on my way home from school, people were screaming and pointing at the car, remember? They were yelling ‘oh my god she’s being kidnapped, somebody *do something!*’” Amy volunteered. That had technically happened about four months before, but it had to have been pretty difficult to work out how to drag her into the car while driving by at 60 kilometers per hour, wearing a Kato mask. Plus, the robotic arm with the tractor laser was actually quite tricky and impressive.
“Yeah, that was good times,” Lucy agreed as they turned onto the main road. Also, they’d had a nice time at the beach. “Plus it got you an extension on that baroque paper ‘The Lute-Shaped Harpsichord: String and Ivory’s Orphaned Love Child’”
“According to contemporary scholars, even this simplest versions produced a sound that could deceive the ear of a professional Lutenist,” Amy added shaking her head. She’d actually found the topic rather interesting, and had been glad for the extra week to work on the paper. Plus, Lucy wore a bikini or … didn’t, for the entire three days they were at the beach.
“Oh, hey,” Lucy exclaimed a moment later as they turned onto Sant Andreu’s main street. “My business cards came in today,” she announced with giddy excitement as she reached into the pocket opposite the one she had put the little dudes shells in. “They’re snazzy,” she continued handing the sample card out so that Amy could take a look.
“Ph.D.?” Amy asked smirking over at Lucy who nodded happily.
“People trust doctors,” Lucy replied knowledgably continuing to nod knowingly as she did so, leaning over Amy’s shoulder so that she could look at the card too.
“You’re not a doctor,” Amy pointed out, not bothering to mention that she also didn’t understand why being a Ph.D. would be an advantage when sailing. Her doctor was a very nice, very smart lady with impeccable annunciation and great taste in shoes, but she wouldn’t want the woman to take her out on stormy waters on a ‘three hour tour’.
“They don’t know that,” Lucy responded looking longingly through a store window at a large and very delicious looking raspberry filled Danish. “Someone asked once to see my degree when I mentioned it in passing once. I told him I hadn’t unpacked it yet.”
Amy laughed leaning over and kissing Lucy on the cheek lightly, the gentle kiss drawing Lucy’s eyes over to her and away from the Danish in the shop window that her gaze remained on, lingering, as they walked away.
“You’re still thinking about that Danish, aren’t you?” Amy asked a few minutes later interrupting the peaceful silence between them as they had continued their walk home. Amy shook her head, a five year old, Lucy was just a very tall, funny, sexy, credible smart, ridiculously beautiful, occasionally thieving five year old.
“No I wasn’t,” Lucy replied quickly meeting Amy’s gaze. She was.
“Were.”
“Not.”
“So totally were.”
“Ah, thawt is like sough not true,” Lucy countered in her best valley girl voice, trying rather unsuccessfully to hide the huge smile that came to her face when Amy looked over at with open-mouthed affront. “Okay, okay,” Lucy relented when Amy continued to scowl at her, pursing her lips in that way that was irresistible to Lucy and made her want to kiss Amy all over for the rest of time. “I was.”
“Do you want to go back?” Amy asked knowing that when Lucy was hit by her sweet tooth, it was really more like a right hook from a giant man wearing a huge foam fist lined with steal and maybe some bricks whacking her straight in the jaw. Amy had found that it was best to enable Lucy at times like this.
“Ehh,” Lucy replied moving behind Amy, wrapping her arms around her waist, her chin resting on the blonde’s shoulder. “I don’t want the Danish anymore,” she continued pressing a brief kiss to Amy’s neck before falling in step beside her once again.
“So I’m … better than pastry?” Amy asked smiling as Lucy took her hand as they entered the lobby of their apartment building.
“Sweeter too,” Lucy added stepping into the elevator smiling to herself at what a sap she had turned out to be. “Though …”
However before Lucy could add on to her statement and ruin the moment, Amy reached out drawing Lucy into her body bringing their lips together as she did, kissing Lucy soundly as her hands worked their way into the back pockets of Lucy’s jeans, and quite thoroughly as she backed Lucy up against the wall of the elevator.
“You would have ruined the moment,” Amy breathed out grinning a few moments later, stepping away from Lucy just in time as the elevator doors opened.
Lucy smiled taking Amy’s hand as they headed towards their apartment. “If I was a doctor, that’s exactly what I would have prescribed.”
The End
Comments? Yes please, with a cherry on top and some chocolate sauce ;)
Author: Janine
Fandom: D.E.B.S.
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Lucy, Amy, or any of the D.E.B.S. They are the wonderful property and creation of Angela Robinson and I’m just borrowing them for a short time.
Rating: PG
*Note: This is my first attempt at D.E.B.S. fic, inspired by my insane obsession with this movie (a.k.a. the greatest love story ever told) and Lucy and Amy*
Amy let her eyes drift up from the sketchpad in her lap and out to the ocean stretched about before her. She was sitting at the edge of the dock waiting for the boats to come in as she did most days in the late afternoon, pretending to sketch when really her focus was on scanning the bay watching out for Lucy’s boat, waiting for it to sail in.
Placing her notebook beside her on the dock, Amy leaned back until she was lying on the wooden planks of the dock. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, a smile coming to her face as the now familiar salty smell of the ocean reached her. She could feel the fading rays of sun warming her skin while bright blotches of light to appear behind her eyelids and sighed contentedly Feeling peaceful and relaxed in a way she had never known before.
“Ar, what be this I spy? Virgin loveliness ripe for plunder, me thinks.”
Amy smiled sleepily opening her eyes for the first time in what seemed like hours, blinking up at the hazy shape hovering above her. Pushing herself up into an up right position as Lucy came into focus, Amy took the brunette’s outstretched hand and allowed Lucy to help her to her feet. The perfect score drifting off while on guard, it would have been enough to make her smile if Lucy’s presence and entrance hadn’t already done that.
“You already took care of that,” Amy said softly turning to face her lover as the streams of people Lucy had taken out for a tour of the bay walked past them talking animatedly, occasionally waving to Lucy as they walked by. Lucy grinned at her in a charmingly devilish and smug way, before the look on her face turned to one of shock and surprise and she stumbled into Amy’s body.
Amy’s own eyes widened in surprise as she automatically reached out to steady Lucy before looking around to see what had caused her girlfriend to careen into her. Finding an embarrassed looking sun burnt woman with her eyes a moment later Amy followed her gaze over to Lucy and down to Lucy’s leg where much to her amusement she saw a little boy clinging on to the brunette, hugging her leg.
Amy watched as Lucy rolled her eyes dramatically and then crouched down so that she was about eye level with the little dude who had started babbling a mile a minute once Lucy had looked down announcing that she had noticed his arrival.
Taking a step back Amy watched as the boy began to pull seashells out of his pocket and held them out in his tiny little hands for Lucy to see. Lucy’s eyes widened in pretend wonder as she looked at the offering one by one before holding one up for him to look at and then putting it in her pocket as he nodded benevolently.
Looking back over at the boy’s mother Amy saw that her earlier embarrassment had been replaced with a smile as she observed the scene. Had she known that their boats Captain and her sons nautical crush was actually international master criminal Lucy Diamond, Amy doubted she would have found the scene quite so quaint, but as she watched Lucy poke the boy in the tummy until he started to laugh and then begin to studiously dig through the shells in the boys hands once more, she found it hard to believe that Lucy had once been a master criminal herself.
“What’ve you got there?” Amy asked as she watched Lucy shove her hand into her pants pocket and began shifting it around. The little boy and his mother had made there way down the dock a moments ago leaving the two women alone as the sun began to set, and Lucy attacked her own clothing.
“Loot,” Lucy responded grinning over at her. “I dove down into the ocean’s icy depths and picked this for you myself,” she continued finally pulling her hand out of her pocket to reveal the seashells the little boy had given her moments before.
“No you didn’t,” Amy laughed as she looked down at the pretty shells and coral in Lucy’s hand. “I can’t believe your taking credit for a four year olds hard work,” she continued picking a flat, smooth shell out of Lucy’s hand as the brunette shrugged.
“Shocking!” Lucy declared playfully wrapping her arm around Amy’s waist, kissing her on the cheek and then happily kissing her on the lips as Amy turned to face her, the contact deepening for a moment before Lucy sighed and pulled back. “You know I think the simple life is rubbing off on me. My schemes seem to be getting less, and less impressive?”
Placing the shell she had been holding a moment ago in her own pocket Amy smiled over at Lucy. “I don’t know about that. You did almost burn down the neighbours apartment like two days ago.”
“That wasn’t on purpose,” Lucy complained looking over at Amy frowning slightly at the blonde’s grin. “I was trying to make a flambé. Seriously, who knew the combination of rum and banana could be so deadly?”
“You mean the combination of alcohol and fire?” Amy asked sarcastically grinning more widely at Lucy’s grumpy old man complaining, quickly jumping back out of Lucy’s reach as the brunette’s arms darted out in search of her, her fingers wiggling dangerously ready to tickle her. “I’m sorry, the chocolate mousse you made after the fire was very delicious,” Amy added a moment later as a peace offering, pleased to see Lucy smile and nod in agreement before she bent down to retrieve her notebook.
“It’s just, you know,” Lucy began taking Amy’s hand as they started down the dock towards home. “I mean, when was the last time I kidnapped you? Two … two and a half months ago? And there really was ice-cream on the boat so there was only a minimal level of trickery involved. Not like the good old days.”
“There was that time you drove by and plucked me out of the street on my way home from school, people were screaming and pointing at the car, remember? They were yelling ‘oh my god she’s being kidnapped, somebody *do something!*’” Amy volunteered. That had technically happened about four months before, but it had to have been pretty difficult to work out how to drag her into the car while driving by at 60 kilometers per hour, wearing a Kato mask. Plus, the robotic arm with the tractor laser was actually quite tricky and impressive.
“Yeah, that was good times,” Lucy agreed as they turned onto the main road. Also, they’d had a nice time at the beach. “Plus it got you an extension on that baroque paper ‘The Lute-Shaped Harpsichord: String and Ivory’s Orphaned Love Child’”
“According to contemporary scholars, even this simplest versions produced a sound that could deceive the ear of a professional Lutenist,” Amy added shaking her head. She’d actually found the topic rather interesting, and had been glad for the extra week to work on the paper. Plus, Lucy wore a bikini or … didn’t
“Oh, hey,” Lucy exclaimed a moment later as they turned onto Sant Andreu’s main street. “My business cards came in today,” she announced with giddy excitement as she reached into the pocket opposite the one she had put the little dudes shells in. “They’re snazzy,” she continued handing the sample card out so that Amy could take a look.
“Ph.D.?” Amy asked smirking over at Lucy who nodded happily.
“People trust doctors,” Lucy replied knowledgably continuing to nod knowingly as she did so, leaning over Amy’s shoulder so that she could look at the card too.
“You’re not a doctor,” Amy pointed out, not bothering to mention that she also didn’t understand why being a Ph.D. would be an advantage when sailing. Her doctor was a very nice, very smart lady with impeccable annunciation and great taste in shoes, but she wouldn’t want the woman to take her out on stormy waters on a ‘three hour tour’.
“They don’t know that,” Lucy responded looking longingly through a store window at a large and very delicious looking raspberry filled Danish. “Someone asked once to see my degree when I mentioned it in passing once. I told him I hadn’t unpacked it yet.”
Amy laughed leaning over and kissing Lucy on the cheek lightly, the gentle kiss drawing Lucy’s eyes over to her and away from the Danish in the shop window that her gaze remained on, lingering, as they walked away.
“You’re still thinking about that Danish, aren’t you?” Amy asked a few minutes later interrupting the peaceful silence between them as they had continued their walk home. Amy shook her head, a five year old, Lucy was just a very tall, funny, sexy, credible smart, ridiculously beautiful, occasionally thieving five year old.
“No I wasn’t,” Lucy replied quickly meeting Amy’s gaze. She was.
“Were.”
“Not.”
“So totally were.”
“Ah, thawt is like sough not true,” Lucy countered in her best valley girl voice, trying rather unsuccessfully to hide the huge smile that came to her face when Amy looked over at with open-mouthed affront. “Okay, okay,” Lucy relented when Amy continued to scowl at her, pursing her lips in that way that was irresistible to Lucy and made her want to kiss Amy all over for the rest of time. “I was.”
“Do you want to go back?” Amy asked knowing that when Lucy was hit by her sweet tooth, it was really more like a right hook from a giant man wearing a huge foam fist lined with steal and maybe some bricks whacking her straight in the jaw. Amy had found that it was best to enable Lucy at times like this.
“Ehh,” Lucy replied moving behind Amy, wrapping her arms around her waist, her chin resting on the blonde’s shoulder. “I don’t want the Danish anymore,” she continued pressing a brief kiss to Amy’s neck before falling in step beside her once again.
“So I’m … better than pastry?” Amy asked smiling as Lucy took her hand as they entered the lobby of their apartment building.
“Sweeter too,” Lucy added stepping into the elevator smiling to herself at what a sap she had turned out to be. “Though …”
However before Lucy could add on to her statement and ruin the moment, Amy reached out drawing Lucy into her body bringing their lips together as she did, kissing Lucy soundly as her hands worked their way into the back pockets of Lucy’s jeans, and quite thoroughly as she backed Lucy up against the wall of the elevator.
“You would have ruined the moment,” Amy breathed out grinning a few moments later, stepping away from Lucy just in time as the elevator doors opened.
Lucy smiled taking Amy’s hand as they headed towards their apartment. “If I was a doctor, that’s exactly what I would have prescribed.”
The End
Comments? Yes please, with a cherry on top and some chocolate sauce ;)
