TS ficlet: Wet Towels
For danceswithgary's Towel Day challenge
Title: Wet Towels
Fandom: The Sentinel
pairing: pre-slash Jim/Blair
rating: Just damp
word count: 272
Summary: wet towels on the bathroom floor
Jim picked up the offending piece of damp terrycloth from the bathroom floor.
"Sandburg!"
"Yes, Jim?" Blair answered from just behind him.
How had Blair managed to sneak up on him? He turned with the towel in his hand and asked irritably. "How many times do I have to ask you to pick up your ... towels?" The last word was squeaked when Jim noticed that Blair was clothed only in another towel tucked loosely around his hips, carrying his robe, and still a bit damp. He didn't seem one bit amused to have Jim inspecting the bathroom.
"You should note from the still steaming bathroom, that I just finished my shower. I dashed into my room to get my robe which wasn't on the hook where I left it, but was somehow washed, folded and put away. "
Jim forced himself to keep his eyes focused on Blair's face. "I did laundry this afternoon."
"So I gathered from all the other fluffed and folded items in my dresser," Blair returned dryly. "Let's compromise, shall we? I'll put my wet towels in the hamper if you'll return my robe to the hook."
Jim nodded.
"Can I have the bathroom back? I still have to comb out my hair."
Jim dropped the damp towel back onto the floor and edged around Blair. "Uh, sure," he managed.
When the door closed behind Blair Jim took a deep breath. He decided that the next time he did laundry, he'd make sure that Blair's robe was nowhere to be found. With any luck at all, he wouldn't miss Blair's towel-clad dash to his room to look for it.
Title: Wet Towels
Fandom: The Sentinel
pairing: pre-slash Jim/Blair
rating: Just damp
word count: 272
Summary: wet towels on the bathroom floor
Jim picked up the offending piece of damp terrycloth from the bathroom floor.
"Sandburg!"
"Yes, Jim?" Blair answered from just behind him.
How had Blair managed to sneak up on him? He turned with the towel in his hand and asked irritably. "How many times do I have to ask you to pick up your ... towels?" The last word was squeaked when Jim noticed that Blair was clothed only in another towel tucked loosely around his hips, carrying his robe, and still a bit damp. He didn't seem one bit amused to have Jim inspecting the bathroom.
"You should note from the still steaming bathroom, that I just finished my shower. I dashed into my room to get my robe which wasn't on the hook where I left it, but was somehow washed, folded and put away. "
Jim forced himself to keep his eyes focused on Blair's face. "I did laundry this afternoon."
"So I gathered from all the other fluffed and folded items in my dresser," Blair returned dryly. "Let's compromise, shall we? I'll put my wet towels in the hamper if you'll return my robe to the hook."
Jim nodded.
"Can I have the bathroom back? I still have to comb out my hair."
Jim dropped the damp towel back onto the floor and edged around Blair. "Uh, sure," he managed.
When the door closed behind Blair Jim took a deep breath. He decided that the next time he did laundry, he'd make sure that Blair's robe was nowhere to be found. With any luck at all, he wouldn't miss Blair's towel-clad dash to his room to look for it.