Okay so in hind sight she probably shouldn’t have allowed him in her bedroom, never mind her bed. But the fire that day had been had, and she knew he was upset. So fine, she thought, she could let him relax with her.
Which was how they ended up having a James Bond marathon discussing what would happen if Bond was in Chicago.
“Yeah, but some gangbanger would just shoot Bond point blank. No epic for fight scene, he’d just walk behind him and bang,” Brett explained.
Severide slumped against the bed, “Well yeah maybe. But how cool would Q be in Chicago?”
“Isn’t he afraid of flying?” Brett mocked.
“Okay so maybe he’ll be jealous of the fact that Bond is in Chicago,” jeez Severide was persistent. But then again she knew he was a stubborn bastard. Who was just as stubborn about letting her heart go.
“I can imagine him now,” she playfully sighed, leaning against his chest, “mocking from Q Branch ‘tried any ginormous food yet Bond’ ‘bring me back a fried envelope.’”
Of course she said this in a horrible British accent that made him chuckle. Oh well. Mission accomplished. He was feeling better at least.
“Hey we’re not that bad,” he said playfully.
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed. That speaks for itself,” she responded. Playfully poking him in the arm.
“Not my fault you keep on poking me and making me lean over,” he responded playfully, kissing her on the forehead.
For a while they lay there happily. Neither one of the mm speaking.
Just as he was about to fall asleep he heard Brett mumble, “I meant it. Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”
I feel like I think up very weird ideas for these prompts….
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