mmm thigh holsters

Sometimes Julie and I like to play around in AIM and write snippets of fic that follow a weird, convoluted, entirely self-indulgent plot line in our heads. We sat down at eight pm last night and wrote until six am this morning because it was fun and apparently that churned out over 12,000 words. With barely any sex. What. WHAT. This is why we are writing a big bang together next summer, homg. And then she showed me a wet!team promo pic - which, despite being insanely photoshopped, happily involves a thigh holster.

( Very much not of the worksafe )

Apparently I'm in a mood? As per tradition, first two prompts get ficlets. :D