Title: You're Hot
By: boho-beata
Prompt: 010 Blurred
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Well, if they wanna give em to me for my birthday, I'd totally own em.Ugh, the stupid alarm clock's goin' off. I really don't wanna get up, I really don't, really, I really don't. Okay, that's enough whining. Ugh, stupid work, I'm gunna switch to night shift, watch... nah, I like sleeping at night... Okay, seriously, I gotta get up.
With a sigh, I sit up and stretch... yeah, that feels good.
Hey, where's Don? I hear the water running in the bathroom, damn early bird. Now back to being lazy.
I reach for my glasses and.. hey, they're not there. Where are they? I lean really close to the nightstand, squinting to see if my glasses are there. No, they're not, what is this bullshit?
Everything's blurred and I can't see and I'm basically blind and where the hell are my glasses? Don.
"DON!" I yell and he comes walking in with only his pants on. Even blurry, he's damn fine. But hey, hey, hey Danny Jr., calm down, I need my glasses.
"Yea?" He asks, wow, I musta been staring. I lick my lips and sit up straighter before talkin'.
"Where're my glasses?"
"On the nightstand, where ya always put em," He says, like it's obvious.
"Nuh uh," I state a-matter-of-factly and point to the nightstand.
"Hey, doofus, that's my side," He rolls his eyes, I think, and walks over to the other nightstand and tosses my glasses at me.
Oh. I put them on and look up at him, yeah, back to thinking he's hot. He's so hot.
"You're hot," I gotta remind him, just incase he forgot, ya know?
He smirks and starts walkin' away. "Don't need glasses to see that."
Cocky ass bastard.
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