Dec 9th : A drabble
pairing: J2, of course.
rating: pg13 for the EFF-word, and suggestiveness of nipples. :P
summary: a nothing little drabble with sleepy!Jensen.
disclaimer: don't own them, wouldn't want to. Jared's sweet habit alone would drive me bankrupt ;D
author: goodtwin, because evil is too lazy busy to do it herself***. :P
"You ever think about clowns?"
Jensen lifts his head from Jared's chest, where he'd been enjoying the sound of a heartbeat calming, the smell of sweat on Jared's skin and all of his warmth. "Huh?"
"They're kinda like that Santa we saw at the" - and here Jared shudders at some terrible memory - "mall."
"Clowns and Santa, sure. I see the resemblance. Weren't we sleeping?"
Jared strokes Jensen's shoulder, humming something like agreement, but after a few moments of silence, it's obvious that he isn't done thinking about it, and Jensen lifts his head, puts his chin on Jared's arm instead and waits for it.
"Their sole purpose is to amuse little kids and I don't know about you but I think the whole thing's just creepy. Isn't it?"
"How is amusing little kids creepy?"
"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to take candy from strangers?"
Jensen's brow furrows as he tries to figure this out. He's too damned tired for Jared's philosophical meanderings. They'd got home late from a busy, busy mall, Jared in a bad mood because the whole world had gotten in his way, and all that energy had gone into what Jensen was going to start calling the fuck of the month. Still got the scratches on his hip, too. He realises then that Jared's still waiting for an answer and says, "what? Yeah. I guess so."
"But it's okay to encourage them to go sit on some old man's knee and be asked if they've been good or bad. Come on, you know that's creepy."
"I know that you've worn me out, Jay. And I want to go to sleep." He's already nuzzling back down, pulling blankets up and over them both. "Crowns are creepy, I get it. Sleep now. Love you."
***Not technically true. Evil is simply too tired and has not been at home ENOUGH to do it herself. She thanks Good from the bottom of her heart for being an awesome sister. Now she is going to go somewhere and sleep.
rating: pg13 for the EFF-word, and suggestiveness of nipples. :P
summary: a nothing little drabble with sleepy!Jensen.
disclaimer: don't own them, wouldn't want to. Jared's sweet habit alone would drive me bankrupt ;D
author: goodtwin, because evil is too lazy busy to do it herself***. :P
"You ever think about clowns?"
Jensen lifts his head from Jared's chest, where he'd been enjoying the sound of a heartbeat calming, the smell of sweat on Jared's skin and all of his warmth. "Huh?"
"They're kinda like that Santa we saw at the" - and here Jared shudders at some terrible memory - "mall."
"Clowns and Santa, sure. I see the resemblance. Weren't we sleeping?"
Jared strokes Jensen's shoulder, humming something like agreement, but after a few moments of silence, it's obvious that he isn't done thinking about it, and Jensen lifts his head, puts his chin on Jared's arm instead and waits for it.
"Their sole purpose is to amuse little kids and I don't know about you but I think the whole thing's just creepy. Isn't it?"
"How is amusing little kids creepy?"
"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to take candy from strangers?"
Jensen's brow furrows as he tries to figure this out. He's too damned tired for Jared's philosophical meanderings. They'd got home late from a busy, busy mall, Jared in a bad mood because the whole world had gotten in his way, and all that energy had gone into what Jensen was going to start calling the fuck of the month. Still got the scratches on his hip, too. He realises then that Jared's still waiting for an answer and says, "what? Yeah. I guess so."
"But it's okay to encourage them to go sit on some old man's knee and be asked if they've been good or bad. Come on, you know that's creepy."
"I know that you've worn me out, Jay. And I want to go to sleep." He's already nuzzling back down, pulling blankets up and over them both. "Crowns are creepy, I get it. Sleep now. Love you."
***Not technically true. Evil is simply too tired and has not been at home ENOUGH to do it herself. She thanks Good from the bottom of her heart for being an awesome sister. Now she is going to go somewhere and sleep.