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Title: There's Other Girls In The Sea
Fandom: Haven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Audrey/Duke
Summary: "Okay, sure, Audrey was the first fed he'd ever met with an adorable giggle and a compatible sense of humor, but there were sure to be another one or two in existence ....who would also help paint for homemade pizza and beer? Maybe not."
It's hard to believe but Audrey isn't the only woman to be unaffected by his roguish good looks and winning charm. And honestly, beyond a faint spasming of his ego, it wasn't like Duke was ever too upset when that happened. It was a big world, full of lovely women, quite a number of whom were only too happy to spent time with him in various adult activities.
Okay, sure, Audrey was the first fed he'd ever met with an adorable giggle and a compatible sense of humor, but there were sure to be another one or two in existence ....who would also help paint for homemade pizza and beer? Maybe not.
Audrey hummed along with some tween singer as she spackled the wall of his pilot house.
"You have terrible taste in music," Duke informed her, resting an elbow on the top of the ladder. "Do you listen to this stuff often? Because that might have something do with how bouncy you are." As if her bounciness was a bad thing.
She shot him an adorably annoyed look. "Anything is better than the dying crickets that were in the tape deck."
Duke stroked his goatee, considered. "Oh, no, I'm pretty sure this radio station is a crime against ears everywhere. You may be fined in pepperoni slices–" He caught the putty knife she tossed at his head. "Hey, now," he started, but Audrey was now looking a him with a determined expression that he was quite sure many other, ahem, men of questionably legal occupations had seen. Probably just before she handcuffed them (his brain, really, really wanted to follow that particular tangent right off the map).
Audrey pointed. "Don't even think about coming between a cop and her pizza," she ordered.
He raised his hands in capitulation. It wasn't a smart move to annoy an armed woman who was willing to do manual labor in exchange for dinner. Even if the woman in question would leave the second after her cell rang.
Duke told himself if that happened, he wouldn't be upset at all.
Fandom: Haven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Audrey/Duke
Summary: "Okay, sure, Audrey was the first fed he'd ever met with an adorable giggle and a compatible sense of humor, but there were sure to be another one or two in existence ....who would also help paint for homemade pizza and beer? Maybe not."
It's hard to believe but Audrey isn't the only woman to be unaffected by his roguish good looks and winning charm. And honestly, beyond a faint spasming of his ego, it wasn't like Duke was ever too upset when that happened. It was a big world, full of lovely women, quite a number of whom were only too happy to spent time with him in various adult activities.
Okay, sure, Audrey was the first fed he'd ever met with an adorable giggle and a compatible sense of humor, but there were sure to be another one or two in existence ....who would also help paint for homemade pizza and beer? Maybe not.
Audrey hummed along with some tween singer as she spackled the wall of his pilot house.
"You have terrible taste in music," Duke informed her, resting an elbow on the top of the ladder. "Do you listen to this stuff often? Because that might have something do with how bouncy you are." As if her bounciness was a bad thing.
She shot him an adorably annoyed look. "Anything is better than the dying crickets that were in the tape deck."
Duke stroked his goatee, considered. "Oh, no, I'm pretty sure this radio station is a crime against ears everywhere. You may be fined in pepperoni slices–" He caught the putty knife she tossed at his head. "Hey, now," he started, but Audrey was now looking a him with a determined expression that he was quite sure many other, ahem, men of questionably legal occupations had seen. Probably just before she handcuffed them (his brain, really, really wanted to follow that particular tangent right off the map).
Audrey pointed. "Don't even think about coming between a cop and her pizza," she ordered.
He raised his hands in capitulation. It wasn't a smart move to annoy an armed woman who was willing to do manual labor in exchange for dinner. Even if the woman in question would leave the second after her cell rang.
Duke told himself if that happened, he wouldn't be upset at all.
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