I'm pickin' up good vibrations [she's givin' me excitations]

[not_myfirstday used with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Elle. Not binding on any verse/storyline. For on_thecouch: taste.]

Her skin hummed under his fingers.

Literally humming. Like there was an electrical current running up under her skin, tickling the edges of his fingers and making the hair on his arms stand on end—but not in a bad way. It didn’t feel bad, just strange, but as he felt her legs straddle his hips and her body press in closer, he did his best to forget about the strange and focus on the fact that there was a pretty blond in his lap, kissing the hell out of him and looking to have his undivided attention.

He usually didn’t do this—between time spent on the job and everything else, he didn’t really have time to go out and meet women. Most of the time, actually, it tended to come down to him dating people he worked with, and that tended to blow up in his face more often than not. However, when he was elected by his coworkers to attend a police benefit being thrown by a local paper company, he had no choice but to put on his tux and proceed to pretend to be social. And drink. These events usually required a relatively decent amount of drinking.

They had met each other at the bar, finding that they both considered themselves to be a bit out of place. He had a hard time believing that a pretty girl like her could feel out of place anywhere, but she was probably the only person at the party who hadn’t automatically and mechanically congratulated him on his service to the city, or treated him like the hero of the hour, so he would take what he could get. Elle, as she later informed him her name was, was the daughter of the host of the event. As the conversation started to transition into less friendly, more flirty, Flack knew dimly in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn’t be flirting with the daughter of the man who is hosting the benefit for the police department, but as one beer turned into the other, he was starting to think that he really didn’t care.

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[OTC] How well do you get along with your family?

[simpledoc used with permission from his mun. Set back in the period between 224: Charge of this Post and 301: People with Money, but closer to 301.]

“Let’s talk about your family,” Coley said as he bounced the ball, his eyes moving around the court to try and find a way around the detective in front of him. Flack knew that they were supposed to be having a session on Coley’s office but he had just managed to get himself back on his feet and he really didn’t feel like sitting. Talking the man into a one-on-one basketball game had been a lot easier than he had thought it would be, but he should have known better than to think that the game would distract the shrink enough to get him off the hook.

“What does my family have to do with the hole in my gut?” Flack asked, stalling. There was the squeak of sneakers against the hardwood floor as Coley went to push around him, and Flack followed, trying as best he could to block the shot. The ball arched from his fingers, and Flack let out a slight groan as the ball dropped through the hoop. Yes, he knew he was a little out of shape—the doc didn’t have to rub it in his face.

“It doesn’t directly. But if you’d like, I could make that work.” Coley moved to grab the ball as it bounced back off the floor and tossed it back in Flack’s direction. When Flack didn’t respond right away, Coley smirked back at him. “Fine. How did your family handle you being injured?”

Flack shrugged as he moved back to the line, bouncing the ball back to Coley as he moved into position. “Pretty well, all things considered. No one’s told me I shouldn’t be going back on the job yet, so I think they’re takin’ it pretty well.”

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