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shanachie_quillTitle: Geek Mating Rituals
Characters: Michelangelo “Spike” Scarlatti, Lewis “Lou” Young, Kevin “Wordy” Wordsworth, Kelsey Tellers, Liam, various OCs, Winnie Camden, Daniel Tellers, Jules Callaghan
Fandom: Flashpoint
Series: Spike’s Girl
Written For: irishjeeper/k3nj1ph1
Prompt: 5 Dates
Summary: Five dates Spike and Kelsey have had over the years and 1 Kelsey refuses to agree to.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: my series, vague for the show
Warnings: Language, Spike being Spike
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer: Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: I ended up breaking this into chapters per date. I’ll try to go back and put in links… but it’s finished and I’m posting it all right now so you should be able to find it pretty easily. Sorry for spamming the flist. There should be 6 chapters total. No 7 because there’s an outtake between date 4 and 5.
Date Five: Being Sciency
You don’t have to read the Outtake first, but it might make more sense if you do, because Spike refers briefly to it in this chapter.
Spike let himself into Kelsey’s apartment, dropping his keys on her table and toeing off his shoes as soon as he was in the door. “Honey,” he called. “I’m home.”
“Don’t you ‘honey’ me,” Kelsey said as she met him in the hallway. “I thought you were going to be here earlier.”
“Well, I would have been, but you called while I was still in the locker room so my team decided to question me about who was on the phone,” Spike told her.
“Aw, did the great Spike Scarlatti have trouble with answering a few questions?” Kelsey teased.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth, smiling against her lips as she leaned into him and deepened the kiss. “Considering I still don’t want to tell all of them about you,” he commented as they separated.
Kelsey slipped her fingers under his t-shirt, running the tips of her fingers across his skin. “I’m not sure why not, but I guess I understand.”
“Why would I want you to meet my crazy team?” Spike questioned. “It would chase you away.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I don’t think so. If your crazy didn’t chase me away, I don’t think your team’s would.”
Spike grinned at her, nudging her towards the kitchen. “Let’s ignore that. Did you get everything we need?”
“Yup. Absolutely.” Kelsey waved at the counter where an array of items were spread out.
The SRU bomb tech headed towards the ingredients, but detoured when he noticed a comic sitting on the table. “Is this the new issue?”
Glancing over her shoulder, Kelsey answered, “Oh. Yeah. I just got it. It’ll hit stores on Wednesday. It’s the first one Boomer appears in.”
“Really?” Spike picked up the comic and began flipping through it. “Awesome. Although I’m still not sure why you named him Boomer.”
“Are you kidding? He stops things from blowing up for a living and you wonder why his nickname is ‘Boomer’?” Kelsey carried the ingredients from the counter to the table, making several trips until everything was on the table. “So. Ice cream?” she asked.
Spike grinned in response to her question and reached for the bags, saying, “Did you want to attempt making a flavor or stick with vanilla to start?”
“Let’s try vanilla and if it works well, we’ll try the flavor next time.”
He put the comic up where it’d be out of the way. For a few minutes, they worked in silence, passing the ingredients back and forth as Spike measured out the half and half, vanilla, and sugar into one bag, before sealing it. He added that bag to the larger bag and then dumped rock salt in. “It needs ice.”
Kelsey carried it over to the freezer and dumped ice in from the bucket she kept in there. “Now what?”
“Now we squeeze it until we have ice cream,” Spike answered.
Kelsey hopped up onto the counter, squeezing the bag Spike handed her until her hands got too cold and then handing the bag off to Spike and letting him continue to squeeze the bag.
She giggled when he stepped closer and she was able to put her hands against his skin, causing him to jump at the coldness. “Hey!” he yelped.
“Is it ready yet?” she asked, thumping her heels against the cabinet door.
Spike tilted the bag, checking it. “Yup, looks good to me.” Opening the outer bag, he dumped it into the sink carefully keeping the smaller bag from following. Reaching around her, he grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and scooped some of the ice cream out of the second bag, holding it out to her. “How’s it taste?”
“Best ice cream I’ve ever had.” She took the second bite he offered, then leaned forward and kissed him after he’d taken a bite. “Nope. That’s that best ice cream I’ve ever tasted.”
< This is the recipe that I consulted when figuring out how they made ice cream. I haven’t tried it yet. This is not the original recipe... but for some reason the original one goes to a CAKE recipe. I do not know... internet fail.
Characters: Michelangelo “Spike” Scarlatti, Lewis “Lou” Young, Kevin “Wordy” Wordsworth, Kelsey Tellers, Liam, various OCs, Winnie Camden, Daniel Tellers, Jules Callaghan
Fandom: Flashpoint
Series: Spike’s Girl
Written For: irishjeeper/k3nj1ph1
Prompt: 5 Dates
Summary: Five dates Spike and Kelsey have had over the years and 1 Kelsey refuses to agree to.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: my series, vague for the show
Warnings: Language, Spike being Spike
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer: Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: I ended up breaking this into chapters per date. I’ll try to go back and put in links… but it’s finished and I’m posting it all right now so you should be able to find it pretty easily. Sorry for spamming the flist. There should be 6 chapters total. No 7 because there’s an outtake between date 4 and 5.
Date Five: Being Sciency
You don’t have to read the Outtake first, but it might make more sense if you do, because Spike refers briefly to it in this chapter.
Spike let himself into Kelsey’s apartment, dropping his keys on her table and toeing off his shoes as soon as he was in the door. “Honey,” he called. “I’m home.”
“Don’t you ‘honey’ me,” Kelsey said as she met him in the hallway. “I thought you were going to be here earlier.”
“Well, I would have been, but you called while I was still in the locker room so my team decided to question me about who was on the phone,” Spike told her.
“Aw, did the great Spike Scarlatti have trouble with answering a few questions?” Kelsey teased.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth, smiling against her lips as she leaned into him and deepened the kiss. “Considering I still don’t want to tell all of them about you,” he commented as they separated.
Kelsey slipped her fingers under his t-shirt, running the tips of her fingers across his skin. “I’m not sure why not, but I guess I understand.”
“Why would I want you to meet my crazy team?” Spike questioned. “It would chase you away.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I don’t think so. If your crazy didn’t chase me away, I don’t think your team’s would.”
Spike grinned at her, nudging her towards the kitchen. “Let’s ignore that. Did you get everything we need?”
“Yup. Absolutely.” Kelsey waved at the counter where an array of items were spread out.
The SRU bomb tech headed towards the ingredients, but detoured when he noticed a comic sitting on the table. “Is this the new issue?”
Glancing over her shoulder, Kelsey answered, “Oh. Yeah. I just got it. It’ll hit stores on Wednesday. It’s the first one Boomer appears in.”
“Really?” Spike picked up the comic and began flipping through it. “Awesome. Although I’m still not sure why you named him Boomer.”
“Are you kidding? He stops things from blowing up for a living and you wonder why his nickname is ‘Boomer’?” Kelsey carried the ingredients from the counter to the table, making several trips until everything was on the table. “So. Ice cream?” she asked.
Spike grinned in response to her question and reached for the bags, saying, “Did you want to attempt making a flavor or stick with vanilla to start?”
“Let’s try vanilla and if it works well, we’ll try the flavor next time.”
He put the comic up where it’d be out of the way. For a few minutes, they worked in silence, passing the ingredients back and forth as Spike measured out the half and half, vanilla, and sugar into one bag, before sealing it. He added that bag to the larger bag and then dumped rock salt in. “It needs ice.”
Kelsey carried it over to the freezer and dumped ice in from the bucket she kept in there. “Now what?”
“Now we squeeze it until we have ice cream,” Spike answered.
Kelsey hopped up onto the counter, squeezing the bag Spike handed her until her hands got too cold and then handing the bag off to Spike and letting him continue to squeeze the bag.
She giggled when he stepped closer and she was able to put her hands against his skin, causing him to jump at the coldness. “Hey!” he yelped.
“Is it ready yet?” she asked, thumping her heels against the cabinet door.
Spike tilted the bag, checking it. “Yup, looks good to me.” Opening the outer bag, he dumped it into the sink carefully keeping the smaller bag from following. Reaching around her, he grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and scooped some of the ice cream out of the second bag, holding it out to her. “How’s it taste?”
“Best ice cream I’ve ever had.” She took the second bite he offered, then leaned forward and kissed him after he’d taken a bite. “Nope. That’s that best ice cream I’ve ever tasted.”
< This is the recipe that I consulted when figuring out how they made ice cream. I haven’t tried it yet. This is not the original recipe... but for some reason the original one goes to a CAKE recipe. I do not know... internet fail.
