The Heat

23. august 2011 at 19:43 | Thalia Contostavlos
Just a little fluff ... :)
Warnings: implied m/m relationship
Disclaimer: I don´t own anything


………Most of the time, I don´t have anything against Wolfe´s dislike for technical machines and gadgets, but sometimes it just gets on my nerves. Like today. The Big Apple is melting in a puddle because of the high summer temperatures of year 1947 and our office on West Thirty-Fifth Street has no air-conditioning. I tried to persuade Wolfe to install one into our brownstone, but I had no luck.
………I was fumbling with some files to help Inspector Cramer find an information he needed and I couldn´t wrap my brain around it. It was doing somersaults, high jumps and hurdles, but it just didn´t work the way I wanted. My suit coat and necktie were already over my chair and I had the first three buttons of my shirt undone.
………I looked up at the good Inspector to see how he was holding up. His face had an ugly shade of red, which was always worse in summer than in winter, and his grey hair was wet from sweat. He was taking deep heavy breaths.
………"That's great! If you faint, I would be probably able to talk Wolfe into installing the air-conditioning here."
………He scowled at me. "Shut up, Goodwin."
………"Oh, come on. You can´t even focus on the files," I said, putting the papers aside.
………He sighed and stood up, unbuttoning his shirt a little more.
………I was watching him wipe the sweat from his neck and swallowed. He looked good, the wet shirt clung to him and his muscles stretched as he moved. I abruptly stopped myself. Since when do I care about Cramer´s body?
………"Goodwin? Hey!"
………My head shot up. "What?"
………Cramer smiled. "You listening?"
………I tried to rewind the words he said, but failed miserably. "No," I admitted, "Sorry."
………He shook his head. "What were you thinking about? Women´s knees again?"
………Hell, I must´ve looked flustered. I nodded my head, but couldn´t get out a word.
………He laughed and then said: "Found any worth mentioning?" His voice was raspy from the heat. I handed him the glass of water I drank from earlier and shrugged, still not able to vocalize anything.
………"Penny for your thoughts," he said still smiling.
………I finally sobered up. "Just a penny? My thoughts are worth at least a dollar."
………Cramer just shrugged and wiped his neck again. I stiffened. The chair suddenly became really uncomfortable to sit on and the room appeared to be even hotter.
………I excused myself and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered when have my cheeks turned red. Even in the hottest months, in the worst situations, my cheeks were never red. Never. I rubbed my face with a towel and took a deep breath before I returned to the office.
………"You alright?" asked Cramer.
………I forced a smile. "Sure. Planning to put a vinegar in Wolfe´s beer."
………Cramer was still watching me intently, sliding his eyes over my body like he was inspecting it for some damage. I stopped breathing for a moment hoping that there was no visible reaction to my thoughts. When I couldn´t take it anymore, I released the air caught in my lungs and sat behind my desk. Cramer´s eyes quickly shot back to my face.
………I raised my eyebrows. "What?"
………Cramer looked confused. "Nothing. I was trying to figure out what´s wrong with you."
………"Nothing´s wrong. Well, except the heat and missing air-conditioning." I tried to lighten the mood, but it didn´t help.
………"You look … well, flustered." It wouldn´t have been Cramer if he hadn´t taken an uncomfortable situation and made it even more uncomfortable.
………"Must have been the knees." I said lightly and tried not to show that he´s just hit a sensitive spot.
………He didn´t buy it, but decided not to give me a hard time about it. "Yeah, must have been the knees."
 


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