darker_london | No one else like her... (Deirdre, Flynn)

"Hungry?" Deirdre asked Flynn, holding out an ornately wrapped package of biscuits.

"Wha?!" Flynn blinked and he looked at her sideways. They were sitting in a photographer's studio, waiting for Deirdre to have her photos taken. Flynn had kindly agreed to come along so she wouldn't be alone. Only now there were questions. Not hard ones, per se, but he didn't know how to answer...

"Want the cookie?" Deirdre said slowly.

Flynn laughed. "I 'spose." He held his hand out and Deirdre deposited the package into his hands.

"You might see me naked."

Flynn choked on the biscuit he'd just popped into his mouth and he swallowed with difficulty, looking at her through one eye as he coughed. "Uh...oh?"

"Yeah! Risque pictures!"

Flynn patted his own chest and he decided it would be safer to eat the biccies far away from Deirdre. "Er...and you're okay with that?"

"Sure!"

"Oh."

"My mam's a photographer. She's been taking my clothes off and snapping pictures of it for years." Deirdre said with a grin.

"I'm...not sure that's reassuring..." Flynn loved Deirdre to death, but he wasn't always sure how to handle her. Luckily, he didn't exactly think he was alone in that regard.

"Eh. Whatever. So, how long have you and Quinn been shagging?!"

Flynn laughed and he turned quite red. "Well, recently, one night. But it was a good night."

"What about before that?" Deirdre asked, scooting closer to him.

"We were together about...nine months. More if you count the flirting and the dancing around the issue. But there wasn't shagging then. Lust, sure..."

Deirdre smiled softly. "He's a good friend. He helped me out a lot...last year. I was uhm...raped. By a professor. And Quinn was there for me even though we'd only just met a little while before that."

"That sounds like my Ardal." Flynn looked concerned. "I'm sorry, Deirdre. About...that."

"Bastard's in prison now, so...you know...whatever."

"Are you're really okay with the...photos?"

Deirdre nodded and then she reached for Flynn's hand. "I am. But there's a reason I asked you to come with me. I'm okay with the photos. You're here to protect me from the photographer. Okay?"

Flynn's smile was wide and genuine. "Oh, Deirdre. Of course."

"Thank you." She squeezed Flynn's hand and they sat there in companionable silence for a moment. Flynn thought it would be safe to eat a biccie. Though the moment he popped one in to his mouth, Deirdre took that moment to ask, "So is Quinn as large as his hands would lead me to believe?"

Even then photographer heard Flynn's choking sounds.