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[#027] Windows Painted Shut (The Thick of it/Being Human)
Theme Prompt: #027 - Flophouse
Title: Windows Painted Shut
Fandom: The Thick of It/Being Human
Rating/Warnings: PG-15 / Swearing
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 899
Summary: After a very trying few weeks Grey just wants to sleep, ideally inside. (So AU it might as well be original)
“How long d’you want the room?” the woman behind the counter asked, glancing from Grey, gaunt and dirty, to Malcolm, some pervy old man taking advantage of some homeless girl. He wouldn’t be first or the last. “It’s a tenner for an hour.”
“How much for the night?” he asked, ignoring the implications, he couldn’t blame her for thinking the worst. He knew what it looked like, the two of them in this seedy b and b, the way Grey looked.
“Twenty.”
“Right,” he said. “We’ll take a double room for two nights, Don’t suppose you’ve got anything en suite have you?”
“There’s a shared bathroom on the first floor, locks a bit dodgy so you might want to put something up against the door, the toilet’s next to it.”
“We could try and find somewhere else, you know?” he told Grey. “It’s not like money’s an issue.”
“I just wanna go to bed,” she said. “I don’t care where it is I just can’t traipse around fucking Glasgow looking for somewhere.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Two nights.”
“Room 14, up the stairs,” she said handing over a key with a fob so big he couldn’t imagine anyone actually owning a bag big enough for it to fit in.
Slipping his arm around Grey he turned to leave. “The second b’s a lie, right?” he asked.
“No one’s ever bothered with the breakfast,” she agreed. “There’s probably something edible if you really want it.”
“Nevermind,” he said. “I’ll sort that out myself.”
The room was about as horrible as Malcolm had expected, there was a TV but it was useless since the switch to digital. There were dirty net curtains over windows painted shut. There was a kettle, but nothing to go in it, including water. Grey didn’t seem to care though as she collapsed onto the bed and closed her eyes.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, darling, but if you think I’m sharing a bed with you reeking like that you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Then don’t share the bed,” she said, eyes still closed as she shrugged.
“Oh well that’s just fucking charming, isn’t it? I come all this way to save you and this is the thanks I get?”
“You were in Edinburgh,” she reminded him. “And if you want a proper thank you just give me a few hours to sleep then I’ll see what I can do. You’re probably gonna want to be in the bed for that bit though.”
“You think I’m coming anywhere near you like that?” he asked. “Jesus I feel like I’m gonna catch something just looking at you!”
“Got any wet wipes?” she asked. “I’ll take off my clothes and you can wipe me down while I’m asleep.”
“You are a vile human being,” he informed her.
“Not human,” she reminded him.
Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Bath,” he ordered.
“You’re meant to spell it out so I don’t know what you’re talking about and freak out.”
“Grey. Darling. Seriously, this place is bad enough without you stinking up the bed as well, will you please think about me for one fucking second?”
“Fine,” she agreed, pushing herself upright, finally opening her eyes. “But you can run it, and lean against the door while I’m in there.”
“Deal.”
“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” he hissed as she got into the bath and instantly closed her eyes again. There was hot water, which he’d actually been pretty surprised by, and incredibly thankful for, the last thing she needed was a freezing cold bath. There was no soap though, or anything like that, still clean water was a start.
“I’m so fucking tired.”
“All this and you’re gonna fall asleep and drown in the fucking bath? I don’t think so, darling!”
“You could join me,” she suggested.
“Have you seen the colour of the water?”
Grey opened one eye to look. It was a kind of milky brown and she couldn’t see her legs. “Pussy.”
“Sorry, but I don’t think my tetanus shot’s up to date and I really don’t fancy catching fucking dysentery if it’s all the same.”
Reluctantly Grey opened her eyes and got out of the bath, draining the water as she did,
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Running another bath, since you’re so health conscious.”
“Come ‘ere,” he said, grabbing a scratchy old towel from a hook on the door and wrapping it round her. “You’ll catch your death.”
“Stronger than I look, remember.”
“Aye well, I still think you could use some looking after for a bit.”
“Just for a bit,” she agreed.
He leant in to kiss her but pulled back the moment he smelt her breath.
“You really need to brush your teeth, darling,” he told her, looking around the room, “And it looks like someone’s left their toothpaste behind. Handy.”
“No brush though.”
“You say like you’ve never used your finger.”
As he let go of her Grey went to ‘brush’ her teeth quickly then headed back over to him. “Better?”
“Pepperminty fresh,” he agreed, finally kissing her. Which was when some big burly bloke walked in on them. Malcolm turned his head for a just second. “Fuck off,” he ordered, in a tone that left no room for questions. As the door shut again he smiled. “Now where were we?”
Title: Windows Painted Shut
Fandom: The Thick of It/Being Human
Rating/Warnings: PG-15 / Swearing
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 899
Summary: After a very trying few weeks Grey just wants to sleep, ideally inside. (So AU it might as well be original)
“How long d’you want the room?” the woman behind the counter asked, glancing from Grey, gaunt and dirty, to Malcolm, some pervy old man taking advantage of some homeless girl. He wouldn’t be first or the last. “It’s a tenner for an hour.”
“How much for the night?” he asked, ignoring the implications, he couldn’t blame her for thinking the worst. He knew what it looked like, the two of them in this seedy b and b, the way Grey looked.
“Twenty.”
“Right,” he said. “We’ll take a double room for two nights, Don’t suppose you’ve got anything en suite have you?”
“There’s a shared bathroom on the first floor, locks a bit dodgy so you might want to put something up against the door, the toilet’s next to it.”
“We could try and find somewhere else, you know?” he told Grey. “It’s not like money’s an issue.”
“I just wanna go to bed,” she said. “I don’t care where it is I just can’t traipse around fucking Glasgow looking for somewhere.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Two nights.”
“Room 14, up the stairs,” she said handing over a key with a fob so big he couldn’t imagine anyone actually owning a bag big enough for it to fit in.
Slipping his arm around Grey he turned to leave. “The second b’s a lie, right?” he asked.
“No one’s ever bothered with the breakfast,” she agreed. “There’s probably something edible if you really want it.”
“Nevermind,” he said. “I’ll sort that out myself.”
The room was about as horrible as Malcolm had expected, there was a TV but it was useless since the switch to digital. There were dirty net curtains over windows painted shut. There was a kettle, but nothing to go in it, including water. Grey didn’t seem to care though as she collapsed onto the bed and closed her eyes.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, darling, but if you think I’m sharing a bed with you reeking like that you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Then don’t share the bed,” she said, eyes still closed as she shrugged.
“Oh well that’s just fucking charming, isn’t it? I come all this way to save you and this is the thanks I get?”
“You were in Edinburgh,” she reminded him. “And if you want a proper thank you just give me a few hours to sleep then I’ll see what I can do. You’re probably gonna want to be in the bed for that bit though.”
“You think I’m coming anywhere near you like that?” he asked. “Jesus I feel like I’m gonna catch something just looking at you!”
“Got any wet wipes?” she asked. “I’ll take off my clothes and you can wipe me down while I’m asleep.”
“You are a vile human being,” he informed her.
“Not human,” she reminded him.
Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Bath,” he ordered.
“You’re meant to spell it out so I don’t know what you’re talking about and freak out.”
“Grey. Darling. Seriously, this place is bad enough without you stinking up the bed as well, will you please think about me for one fucking second?”
“Fine,” she agreed, pushing herself upright, finally opening her eyes. “But you can run it, and lean against the door while I’m in there.”
“Deal.”
“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” he hissed as she got into the bath and instantly closed her eyes again. There was hot water, which he’d actually been pretty surprised by, and incredibly thankful for, the last thing she needed was a freezing cold bath. There was no soap though, or anything like that, still clean water was a start.
“I’m so fucking tired.”
“All this and you’re gonna fall asleep and drown in the fucking bath? I don’t think so, darling!”
“You could join me,” she suggested.
“Have you seen the colour of the water?”
Grey opened one eye to look. It was a kind of milky brown and she couldn’t see her legs. “Pussy.”
“Sorry, but I don’t think my tetanus shot’s up to date and I really don’t fancy catching fucking dysentery if it’s all the same.”
Reluctantly Grey opened her eyes and got out of the bath, draining the water as she did,
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Running another bath, since you’re so health conscious.”
“Come ‘ere,” he said, grabbing a scratchy old towel from a hook on the door and wrapping it round her. “You’ll catch your death.”
“Stronger than I look, remember.”
“Aye well, I still think you could use some looking after for a bit.”
“Just for a bit,” she agreed.
He leant in to kiss her but pulled back the moment he smelt her breath.
“You really need to brush your teeth, darling,” he told her, looking around the room, “And it looks like someone’s left their toothpaste behind. Handy.”
“No brush though.”
“You say like you’ve never used your finger.”
As he let go of her Grey went to ‘brush’ her teeth quickly then headed back over to him. “Better?”
“Pepperminty fresh,” he agreed, finally kissing her. Which was when some big burly bloke walked in on them. Malcolm turned his head for a just second. “Fuck off,” he ordered, in a tone that left no room for questions. As the door shut again he smiled. “Now where were we?”
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