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And What I Wanted to do Was...
Title: And What I Wanted to do Was...
Fandom: Ghost in the Shell
Prompt: Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Chars/Pairs: Togusa/Batou
Genre: Fluff, Light Angst
Warnings: None
Word Count: 954
Summary:Togusa worries about what happens next.
A/N: This stands alone, but it is also chapter four of "I Thought What I'd Do Was..." Thanks for pinking, Kira!
A/N: This was a challenge fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hentai_contest's 2014 Winter Break with an open word limit. I got a snazzy participation banner made by the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiramaru7:
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
Togusa was obviously distracted. He had spent an excessive amount of time staring off into space at both home and work. The fact that no one had mentioned it was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it possibly meant no one had noticed or that they had noticed and no one cared as things were still getting taken care of. It could also mean that they were carefully cataloging this odd behavior for some future use. When you were surrounded by world class hackers and spies working for a secret military agency, you never really knew what was going on anyway. It also meant that Togusa had entirely too much time to contemplate things.
Things around the office hadn’t changed much since he and Batou had had sex on their last mission. Batou still lopped random notes at his head, perhaps more often now. Their content hadn’t changed, just more of Batou’s ponderings of the universe and the occasional doodle. The rest of their non-professional relationship was still limited to stolen glances and the occasional innocent touch. Togusa found it a little disappointing. It’s not like he was expecting Batou to whisk him away to ravish him in some hidden corner every chance he got like in some romance novel. They did have a professional relationship to maintain, a job to do. And he really didn’t know what he had expected, but something. They didn’t even spend any extra time together outside of work.
And his wife hadn’t said anything. That bothered Togusa a little. It was possible he wasn’t acting any stranger than usual at home. He was always so busy keeping her in the dark about everything because of work; maybe she had just lost interest in his peculiar activities? Her main focus had been the kids for quite some time. Maybe she just didn’t care?
A balled up piece of paper smacked Togusa in the head, interrupting his latest thought thread. He picked it up and uncrumpled it. Instead of a random pondering or a doodle, it was a detailed map, marking a meeting spot, an address, and a time. He looked around the room uncertain if this particular note had actually come from Batou, but there the big guy was, staring at him, making sure the note was received. At least it was something different.
Hours later, after leaving the office for the day, Togusa sat in his car. He’d pulled over at a halfway point between where he was supposed to meet Batou and his home. There were plenty of reasons why he shouldn’t go, and not because there was any doubt Batou would be there. He was married. At home, his wife and children were waiting for him, although, they would just go on and have dinner without him. And no one would wait up. He also shouldn’t encourage a relationship while they were still working together. It was dangerous. They could make overly emotional decisions on missions, not that they didn’t already. It could cost them both their careers. Even if they decided it was worth the risk, how would they keep it a secret? Their whole job consisted of finding out things that people didn’t want found! In theory, that should make it easier for them, they knew all the basic pitfalls, but they also knew it was impossible to keep something a secret forever and eventually, someone always got reckless. There was always the possibility that no one in Section 9 cared and that no more than a surface attempt to cover up the relationship was necessary for appearances sake, but what about the groups that wanted to ruin Section 9? It would just give them ammunition. Hell, it could even be some sort of bizarre set up! Stranger things had happened.
Togusa let his forehead smack into the steering wheel. While there were many reasons why he shouldn’t go, he had no excuses why he couldn’t go and Batou would be there, which was apparently reason enough, as he lifted his head and merged back into traffic.
He drove as fast as he could get away with, the entire time drumming the steering wheel and was practically frothing at the mouth because he couldn’t go faster. Of course, once he got there, he wished he could get some of that time back. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t know why they were meeting. While it could be to have sex, it could also be to agree that they should never do that again. If Batou hadn’t appeared from around the corner at that moment, Togusa might have worked himself up ‘til he had a stroke.
Batou smiled and leaned against the wall while Togusa got out of the car to meet him. They couldn’t help grinning at each other when they were finally face to face.
“So, this is different.”
Batou shrugged. “I can only throw so many notes at your head, before they start to get mushy. So, you want to build a snowman?”
“What?” Togusa couldn’t believe what he had just been asked.
“You know get the meatbag all cold and wet and in a good mood, then take him some place warm to get dried off and take advantage of the situation.” Batou waggled his eyebrows.
That answered one of Togusa’s questions at least. “You need to work on your nicknames. But, uh, we don’t need to build a snowman.”
“We don’t?” Batou looked intrigued.
“No, right now I’d pretty much do anything to get out of the cold.” Togusa smirked and pulled his jacket around him tighter.
Batou laughed. “Our chariot awaits.” He put a hand on Togusa’s shoulder and led him to the Langia Stratos coupe.
Comments I received athentai_contest:
"Loved it, Kat! :D
This line:
“No, right now I’d pretty much do anything to get out of the cold.” had me chuckling, considering the lengths Batou went through to take advantage of the situation! :D"
Fandom: Ghost in the Shell
Prompt: Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Chars/Pairs: Togusa/Batou
Genre: Fluff, Light Angst
Warnings: None
Word Count: 954
Summary:Togusa worries about what happens next.
A/N: This stands alone, but it is also chapter four of "I Thought What I'd Do Was..." Thanks for pinking, Kira!
A/N: This was a challenge fic for
hentai_contest's 2014 Winter Break with an open word limit. I got a snazzy participation banner made by the kiramaru7:Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
Togusa was obviously distracted. He had spent an excessive amount of time staring off into space at both home and work. The fact that no one had mentioned it was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it possibly meant no one had noticed or that they had noticed and no one cared as things were still getting taken care of. It could also mean that they were carefully cataloging this odd behavior for some future use. When you were surrounded by world class hackers and spies working for a secret military agency, you never really knew what was going on anyway. It also meant that Togusa had entirely too much time to contemplate things.
Things around the office hadn’t changed much since he and Batou had had sex on their last mission. Batou still lopped random notes at his head, perhaps more often now. Their content hadn’t changed, just more of Batou’s ponderings of the universe and the occasional doodle. The rest of their non-professional relationship was still limited to stolen glances and the occasional innocent touch. Togusa found it a little disappointing. It’s not like he was expecting Batou to whisk him away to ravish him in some hidden corner every chance he got like in some romance novel. They did have a professional relationship to maintain, a job to do. And he really didn’t know what he had expected, but something. They didn’t even spend any extra time together outside of work.
And his wife hadn’t said anything. That bothered Togusa a little. It was possible he wasn’t acting any stranger than usual at home. He was always so busy keeping her in the dark about everything because of work; maybe she had just lost interest in his peculiar activities? Her main focus had been the kids for quite some time. Maybe she just didn’t care?
A balled up piece of paper smacked Togusa in the head, interrupting his latest thought thread. He picked it up and uncrumpled it. Instead of a random pondering or a doodle, it was a detailed map, marking a meeting spot, an address, and a time. He looked around the room uncertain if this particular note had actually come from Batou, but there the big guy was, staring at him, making sure the note was received. At least it was something different.
Hours later, after leaving the office for the day, Togusa sat in his car. He’d pulled over at a halfway point between where he was supposed to meet Batou and his home. There were plenty of reasons why he shouldn’t go, and not because there was any doubt Batou would be there. He was married. At home, his wife and children were waiting for him, although, they would just go on and have dinner without him. And no one would wait up. He also shouldn’t encourage a relationship while they were still working together. It was dangerous. They could make overly emotional decisions on missions, not that they didn’t already. It could cost them both their careers. Even if they decided it was worth the risk, how would they keep it a secret? Their whole job consisted of finding out things that people didn’t want found! In theory, that should make it easier for them, they knew all the basic pitfalls, but they also knew it was impossible to keep something a secret forever and eventually, someone always got reckless. There was always the possibility that no one in Section 9 cared and that no more than a surface attempt to cover up the relationship was necessary for appearances sake, but what about the groups that wanted to ruin Section 9? It would just give them ammunition. Hell, it could even be some sort of bizarre set up! Stranger things had happened.
Togusa let his forehead smack into the steering wheel. While there were many reasons why he shouldn’t go, he had no excuses why he couldn’t go and Batou would be there, which was apparently reason enough, as he lifted his head and merged back into traffic.
He drove as fast as he could get away with, the entire time drumming the steering wheel and was practically frothing at the mouth because he couldn’t go faster. Of course, once he got there, he wished he could get some of that time back. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t know why they were meeting. While it could be to have sex, it could also be to agree that they should never do that again. If Batou hadn’t appeared from around the corner at that moment, Togusa might have worked himself up ‘til he had a stroke.
Batou smiled and leaned against the wall while Togusa got out of the car to meet him. They couldn’t help grinning at each other when they were finally face to face.
“So, this is different.”
Batou shrugged. “I can only throw so many notes at your head, before they start to get mushy. So, you want to build a snowman?”
“What?” Togusa couldn’t believe what he had just been asked.
“You know get the meatbag all cold and wet and in a good mood, then take him some place warm to get dried off and take advantage of the situation.” Batou waggled his eyebrows.
That answered one of Togusa’s questions at least. “You need to work on your nicknames. But, uh, we don’t need to build a snowman.”
“We don’t?” Batou looked intrigued.
“No, right now I’d pretty much do anything to get out of the cold.” Togusa smirked and pulled his jacket around him tighter.
Batou laughed. “Our chariot awaits.” He put a hand on Togusa’s shoulder and led him to the Langia Stratos coupe.
Comments I received at
hentai_contest:"Loved it, Kat! :D
This line:
“No, right now I’d pretty much do anything to get out of the cold.” had me chuckling, considering the lengths Batou went through to take advantage of the situation! :D"