Tickletober Day 15: Stuck
Fandom: Prodigal Son
Characters: Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Dani Powell
Slam.
An immediate tugging at Malcolm’s rear coat tail shot the consultant back into the car.
“Wait a second, Gil,” Malcolm called to the driver. He reached for the car handle and jiggled it, but it was locked. Malcolm rapped his knuckles on the car window and pointed to the lock.
When Gil gave the signal, Malcolm tried again, but it was no different. He started tugging on his coat from the base closest to where it got caught in the car door.
“Why am I not surprised this is something that would happen to you, Bright?”
Malcolm looked up when he heard Dani’s cocky voice. Of course she had to see him like this.
“Gil, don’t drive away,” Malcolm warned his elder before turning back to Dani, “Could you help?”
Dani reached down and jiggled the handle, but again, no luck.
“Sorry, Bright. Looks like no murder for you today.”
“Ha-ha,” Malcolm joked and he pulled harder on the handle.
“Hey! Not so hard, kid, she ain’t yours,” Gil yelled at him from the driver’s seat. Why hadn’t he exited yet?
“Come help, then,” Malcolm called back to him.
“Here, maybe if we--” Dani reached her hand into Malcolm’s coat and the yelp that left Malcom’s lips made the two of them freeze. Dani smirked and Malcolm swallowed.
“See, you just gotta help it a little,” Dani said as if she was giving great advice, and her hand squeezed Malcolm’s side. Malcolm jerked but he couldn’t go far, being embarrassingly stuck like this.
“D-Dani,” Malcolm snorted and tried twisting away from the hand that now dug into his hip, “Dani, please don’t,” he was trying so hard to keep his cool. They were right outside the precinct, after all. What would the cops think?
Bright shrunk down to his knees and laughed louder when her thumb casually slipped into his pant pocket and dug in to his hip bone. Dani couldn’t wipe the grin from her face.
“Stop torturing the kid, Powell,” Gil said, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he approached the two.
“Yes, sir,” Dani said immediately and backed up. The three of them were all smiling different smiles. Gil walked up to the car door, gave the spot by the window a smack, and he pulled on the handle, successfully freeing Malcolm.
“I...” Malcolm stood up straight and tried to push his gelled hair back into place, “am not a kid.”
“Sure you’re not,” Gil goosed Malcolm’s ribs before starting his way into the precinct.
Malcolm flushed a bright red, no pun intended.
He eyed Dani, who was still grinning at him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbled.
“Oh come on, no hard feelings, Bright. Bright!” Dani ran up behind the consultant and jabbed at both of his sides, making him squeal, yes, squeal. Dani laughed her way into work that day.