The Tomorrow Series Fanfiction: Boxes
Here's fluff of the Tomorrow Series, as requested by theun4givables. I hope she likes this fanfic of her series!
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"You mean you can stitch up bleeding patients and can't untangle fucking Christmas lights?" Jazz mutters.
“It's completely different,” I retort.
“How's it different, then?” he teases, smiling.
"Easy: knotting a knot and untangling a knot? Two totally different things and -- hey! How'd you do that?"
He gets the lights untangled before I can even see him do anything. How the hell did he manage that?
Jazz smiles wryly. “It's not that hard. Same as tying a tie isn't that hard.”
I beg to differ. I never could tie a tie. It's harder than it looks.
Jazz starts hanging up the Christmas lights. I should give him a hand, but I can't help standing back and checking out his ass instead. Of course, he turns around, catching me in the act.
“H-hey,” Jazz stammers, blushing and sounding like he's trying to be annoyed. That blush makes me want to kiss him. Okay, I always want to kiss Jazz, but I just love it when he blushes like that.
It's too much to resist. I walk up to Jazz and put an arm around his waist before pulling him in for a kiss.
Jazz pulls away, muttering, “Do you ever think of anything else, Savin?”
I say, “I wasn't going there; you were.”
His face gets even redder before he turns around and goes back to hanging up the lights on the tree. I start checking out his ass again - just can't help myself there.
Jazz bites his lip as he struggles to hang the last section of the lights. I love it when he bites his lip like that - it's so cute.
I can't restrain myself from coming behind Jazz and wrapping both my arms around his waist. I whisper in his ear, “It's so cute when you bite your lip like that.”
His blush is obvious as he stammers, “I'm trying to work, here.”
Jazz doesn't pull away from me, so I start kissing the back of his neck. I can feel him shiver at that. Before I can take it further, though, he turns around in my arms.
He mutters, “Let me finish hanging the lights, damn.”
Reluctantly, I let him so so he can finish the job, but not before kissing him one last time.
That's when my eyes fall on the present I got for Jazz. The big box sits innocently under the tree, looking for all the world like an ordinary present. What Jazz doesn't know is that's not an ordinary present at all. Within the box is an another box, and another box and another. Inside the very last box is a ring.
What if Jazz says no?
The possibility makes my chest grow tight and my hands start to shake. I try to will myself to be calmer, but Jazz turns around at that moment and asks, “Savin, are you okay?”
I mumble, “I'm fine, Jazz.”
My hands won't stop shaking. I'm not fine. Jazz turns to me, clearly concerned. This isn't going well at all.
“I'm just excited to give you your present,” I manage. “Why don't you open it now?”
Jazz looks at me like he doesn't believe me, but he kneels by my gift, anyway. He unwraps it and opens the first box to see the next box within it.
He grumbles, “This better not be more fucking mistletoe, Savin.”
Thinking of the mistletoe makes me smile, and my hands stop shaking. My chest eases up, too. “It's not mistletoe, promise.”
“You're a shit liar,” Jazz mutters as he opens the next box.
I'm not lying about that. There isn't any mistletoe in there.
Jazz keeps opening the boxes, and I start to wonder why I used so damn many of them. This feels like it's taking forever. It's almost long enough for me to start panicking again, but I keep myself calm.
Finally, Jazz gets to the second to last box. I hold my breath when he opens it to reveal the small jewelry case inside. Jazz picks the case up, looking at in confusion. His eyes go wide, and he seems almost reluctant to open it.
Tears fall down his face. “Oh my god, is this -?”
“You should open it,” I say.
Jazz is frozen. He can't seem to open the case.
It's too much. I can't wait any longer, so I grab the case from Jazz and open it.. Heart hammering, I get down on one knee and take Jazz's hand.
Tears keep falling from his eyes, which go wider than I would have thought possible. “Oh god, oh god, you're serious!”
I look Jazz directly in the eye. “I'm absolutely serious.”
Never have I seen him so overjoyed. Jazz practically leaps into my arms, wrapping his own arms around me and kissing me passionately. I kiss him back with equal passion, letting the happiness overtake me.
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written for 500themes prompt #37 - "Sensual Command"
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"You mean you can stitch up bleeding patients and can't untangle fucking Christmas lights?" Jazz mutters.
“It's completely different,” I retort.
“How's it different, then?” he teases, smiling.
"Easy: knotting a knot and untangling a knot? Two totally different things and -- hey! How'd you do that?"
He gets the lights untangled before I can even see him do anything. How the hell did he manage that?
Jazz smiles wryly. “It's not that hard. Same as tying a tie isn't that hard.”
I beg to differ. I never could tie a tie. It's harder than it looks.
Jazz starts hanging up the Christmas lights. I should give him a hand, but I can't help standing back and checking out his ass instead. Of course, he turns around, catching me in the act.
“H-hey,” Jazz stammers, blushing and sounding like he's trying to be annoyed. That blush makes me want to kiss him. Okay, I always want to kiss Jazz, but I just love it when he blushes like that.
It's too much to resist. I walk up to Jazz and put an arm around his waist before pulling him in for a kiss.
Jazz pulls away, muttering, “Do you ever think of anything else, Savin?”
I say, “I wasn't going there; you were.”
His face gets even redder before he turns around and goes back to hanging up the lights on the tree. I start checking out his ass again - just can't help myself there.
Jazz bites his lip as he struggles to hang the last section of the lights. I love it when he bites his lip like that - it's so cute.
I can't restrain myself from coming behind Jazz and wrapping both my arms around his waist. I whisper in his ear, “It's so cute when you bite your lip like that.”
His blush is obvious as he stammers, “I'm trying to work, here.”
Jazz doesn't pull away from me, so I start kissing the back of his neck. I can feel him shiver at that. Before I can take it further, though, he turns around in my arms.
He mutters, “Let me finish hanging the lights, damn.”
Reluctantly, I let him so so he can finish the job, but not before kissing him one last time.
That's when my eyes fall on the present I got for Jazz. The big box sits innocently under the tree, looking for all the world like an ordinary present. What Jazz doesn't know is that's not an ordinary present at all. Within the box is an another box, and another box and another. Inside the very last box is a ring.
What if Jazz says no?
The possibility makes my chest grow tight and my hands start to shake. I try to will myself to be calmer, but Jazz turns around at that moment and asks, “Savin, are you okay?”
I mumble, “I'm fine, Jazz.”
My hands won't stop shaking. I'm not fine. Jazz turns to me, clearly concerned. This isn't going well at all.
“I'm just excited to give you your present,” I manage. “Why don't you open it now?”
Jazz looks at me like he doesn't believe me, but he kneels by my gift, anyway. He unwraps it and opens the first box to see the next box within it.
He grumbles, “This better not be more fucking mistletoe, Savin.”
Thinking of the mistletoe makes me smile, and my hands stop shaking. My chest eases up, too. “It's not mistletoe, promise.”
“You're a shit liar,” Jazz mutters as he opens the next box.
I'm not lying about that. There isn't any mistletoe in there.
Jazz keeps opening the boxes, and I start to wonder why I used so damn many of them. This feels like it's taking forever. It's almost long enough for me to start panicking again, but I keep myself calm.
Finally, Jazz gets to the second to last box. I hold my breath when he opens it to reveal the small jewelry case inside. Jazz picks the case up, looking at in confusion. His eyes go wide, and he seems almost reluctant to open it.
Tears fall down his face. “Oh my god, is this -?”
“You should open it,” I say.
Jazz is frozen. He can't seem to open the case.
It's too much. I can't wait any longer, so I grab the case from Jazz and open it.. Heart hammering, I get down on one knee and take Jazz's hand.
Tears keep falling from his eyes, which go wider than I would have thought possible. “Oh god, oh god, you're serious!”
I look Jazz directly in the eye. “I'm absolutely serious.”
Never have I seen him so overjoyed. Jazz practically leaps into my arms, wrapping his own arms around me and kissing me passionately. I kiss him back with equal passion, letting the happiness overtake me.
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written for 500themes prompt #37 - "Sensual Command"