(Slightly Pleasant) Interruptions
Title:(Slightly Pleasant) Interruptions
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings: Zooey Deschanel/Jared Padalecki
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: vylentcrymz: bed
Disclaimer:Don't own them, but I'm pretty sure they own me.
Note: Maybe super duper insanely fluffy/lame..but I can be a fluff whore too.
They knew that their days together were few and far between. Which is why when Jared finally came home after two months of shooting, his bags hit the floor with a telltale thunk and about two seconds later he and Zooey were climbing all over each other like two animals on the Discovery channel. Jared kicked his suitcase to the side before carrying Zooey into her room, her legs practically cutting off circulation to his waist.
About two seconds after they hit the bed, Zooey wasted no time, tugging Jared’s shirt over his head and giggled as it landed on a lamp before pressing slow, soft kisses down his chest.
Jared’s eyes closed for like a millisecond before he realized that wasn’t the only one who needed to get naked and started tugging Zooey’s shirt over her head.
“Jared, no!” Zooey squealed.
“Jared, yes!” He said gleefully. “In fact you’re going to be saying that name and that word a hell of a lot more by the time this is over.”
“I mean no, it’s a halter top! You’re gonna choke me to death.”
“Oh,” he said awkwardly. “Well why the hell would you wear that!? In fact, why are you wearing clothes at all!? Knew I was coming home today!”
“Well, I’m wearing this but…not wearing a bra.” She grinned devilishly.
“God, I love you.”
He kissed her slowly before making the halter top dilemma a thing of the past. He rolled them over (and gpts another giggle from Zooey in the process ) before murmuring against her neck: “How many months was it again?”
“Two,” she said almost breathlessly, sliding her hands down to his belt. “But who’s counting?”
“You, obviously,” he replied with a grin.
“Better make it up to me.”
Harley trotted in at that very second, jumping on the bed and giving Jared about two months worth of doggie kisses.
“Harley!” He giggled holding up his hands to block her. “Missed you too, but you’re gonna have to get down. Daddy’s got some licking of his own to do.”
“Oh, there’s gonna be licking?” Zooey asked hopefullu. “My life kinda rocks.”
Jared pushed Harley off the bed before he moved over her again. “Definitely.”
“Well, I guess it would kinda rock if my boyfriend wasn’t covered in dog germs,” she mused, wrinkling her nose.
He pouted. “Can go wash my face if you really want me too…”
“Just shut up and kiss me, I’ll try not to think about it.”
Jared hopped up anyway, and Zooey whimpered. “I’m half naked and horny!”
“I’m aware of that!”
“Then get your giant ass back in here!”
Jared returned a second later, water droplets still clinging to his face. “You really don’t think my ass is that big, do you?”
Zooey answered him by yanking him back on the bed , not an easy feat considering Jared’s at least two hundred pounds of very solid by muscle, but then again she’s pretty sure she had read some article about girls performing acts of superhuman strength when they’ve gone two months without sex from their sexy demon hunting boyfriend (and if not, she’s writing one).
Jared took awhile to recover before he slid his fingers in her hair and dipped his head to kiss her. Just as Zooey’s fingers finally reached his belt buckle, the phone decided to ring.
“Oh god,” she groaned, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re not answering that.”
“Damn right I’m not.” He frowned a little, reconsidering. “But what if it’s important?”
“Jared!”
“Right, right…focused, sorry.”
Zooey’s machine picked up on the fourth ring and the two of them raised their heads look over at it.
“Jared!?” A voice with a familiar Texas twang practically screamed. “Jared, it’s momma. I’m sorry to bug y’all, especially if he’s not there, Zooey. But you weren’t at your place and I was worried. Did your flight get in okay? Yeah…you’re probably busy I’ll… I’ll let ya’ll catch up. Hey, did you give her that necklace yet? I didn’t give you your grand mamma’s necklace for nothing, Jared Tristan. You give it to that girl or I’ll-”
The machine cut her off, and Zooey found her heart pounding for different reasons besides, impending hot sex.
“Necklace!?” she asked. “What was she talking about, Jare?”
He grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his increasingly unruly mop of hair. “Not important. Come on, we were busy.”
“Oh no, Jared,” she declared as she sat up, not even bothering to cover herself up. “There are like three things that can make a girl a time out on sex, and jewelry is one of them!”
“Really?” Jared looked confused. “Well, what are the others, PMS and fake headaches?”
“It’s not important!” she all but shrieked. “Show me the pretty!”
Jared laughed. “Okay, fine, be back in a second.” He kissed her forehead before shuffling off into the living room.
He came back with a small red velvet box. It was obviously the old, the deep rich burgundy fading to a softer shade of pink, and it felt rough and grainy rather than soft and smooth.
“What is it?” she said, inspecting it carefully.
“Just open it.”
The hinges creaked as the box popped open and Zooey found herself staring at a practically gleaming strand of pearls with a diamond clasp. “ Oh, wow. Are…are these, real?”
He nodded. “They were great grandma Padalecki’s in the thirties.”
She ran her fingertips slowly along each bead, whispering: “They’re beautiful, Jared.”
“They’re yours now.”
“Wh-what? No, Jared, I couldn’t, they were your grandma’s and-”
He grinned. “They’re yours. My momma always told me I could have them when I found the right girl to give them to.”
Zooey bit her lip before throwing her arms around him and murmured: “Thank you.”
"Really!? You like them?"
"They're...amazing. Like the best present anyone's ever given to me."
He kissed her hair. “I'm glad. I sorta thought you'd like them. They’re vintage…and so are you.”
She smiled. “Jared?”
He was playing with her hair when he said distractedly: “Hmmm?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Zooey, I told you, I want you to have them-”
She shook her head. “No, not about that.”
“What then?”
She grinned and kissed him, murmuring against his lips. “Sex me. Right now.”
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings: Zooey Deschanel/Jared Padalecki
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: vylentcrymz: bed
Disclaimer:Don't own them, but I'm pretty sure they own me.
Note: Maybe super duper insanely fluffy/lame..but I can be a fluff whore too.
They knew that their days together were few and far between. Which is why when Jared finally came home after two months of shooting, his bags hit the floor with a telltale thunk and about two seconds later he and Zooey were climbing all over each other like two animals on the Discovery channel. Jared kicked his suitcase to the side before carrying Zooey into her room, her legs practically cutting off circulation to his waist.
About two seconds after they hit the bed, Zooey wasted no time, tugging Jared’s shirt over his head and giggled as it landed on a lamp before pressing slow, soft kisses down his chest.
Jared’s eyes closed for like a millisecond before he realized that wasn’t the only one who needed to get naked and started tugging Zooey’s shirt over her head.
“Jared, no!” Zooey squealed.
“Jared, yes!” He said gleefully. “In fact you’re going to be saying that name and that word a hell of a lot more by the time this is over.”
“I mean no, it’s a halter top! You’re gonna choke me to death.”
“Oh,” he said awkwardly. “Well why the hell would you wear that!? In fact, why are you wearing clothes at all!? Knew I was coming home today!”
“Well, I’m wearing this but…not wearing a bra.” She grinned devilishly.
“God, I love you.”
He kissed her slowly before making the halter top dilemma a thing of the past. He rolled them over (and gpts another giggle from Zooey in the process ) before murmuring against her neck: “How many months was it again?”
“Two,” she said almost breathlessly, sliding her hands down to his belt. “But who’s counting?”
“You, obviously,” he replied with a grin.
“Better make it up to me.”
Harley trotted in at that very second, jumping on the bed and giving Jared about two months worth of doggie kisses.
“Harley!” He giggled holding up his hands to block her. “Missed you too, but you’re gonna have to get down. Daddy’s got some licking of his own to do.”
“Oh, there’s gonna be licking?” Zooey asked hopefullu. “My life kinda rocks.”
Jared pushed Harley off the bed before he moved over her again. “Definitely.”
“Well, I guess it would kinda rock if my boyfriend wasn’t covered in dog germs,” she mused, wrinkling her nose.
He pouted. “Can go wash my face if you really want me too…”
“Just shut up and kiss me, I’ll try not to think about it.”
Jared hopped up anyway, and Zooey whimpered. “I’m half naked and horny!”
“I’m aware of that!”
“Then get your giant ass back in here!”
Jared returned a second later, water droplets still clinging to his face. “You really don’t think my ass is that big, do you?”
Zooey answered him by yanking him back on the bed , not an easy feat considering Jared’s at least two hundred pounds of very solid by muscle, but then again she’s pretty sure she had read some article about girls performing acts of superhuman strength when they’ve gone two months without sex from their sexy demon hunting boyfriend (and if not, she’s writing one).
Jared took awhile to recover before he slid his fingers in her hair and dipped his head to kiss her. Just as Zooey’s fingers finally reached his belt buckle, the phone decided to ring.
“Oh god,” she groaned, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re not answering that.”
“Damn right I’m not.” He frowned a little, reconsidering. “But what if it’s important?”
“Jared!”
“Right, right…focused, sorry.”
Zooey’s machine picked up on the fourth ring and the two of them raised their heads look over at it.
“Jared!?” A voice with a familiar Texas twang practically screamed. “Jared, it’s momma. I’m sorry to bug y’all, especially if he’s not there, Zooey. But you weren’t at your place and I was worried. Did your flight get in okay? Yeah…you’re probably busy I’ll… I’ll let ya’ll catch up. Hey, did you give her that necklace yet? I didn’t give you your grand mamma’s necklace for nothing, Jared Tristan. You give it to that girl or I’ll-”
The machine cut her off, and Zooey found her heart pounding for different reasons besides, impending hot sex.
“Necklace!?” she asked. “What was she talking about, Jare?”
He grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his increasingly unruly mop of hair. “Not important. Come on, we were busy.”
“Oh no, Jared,” she declared as she sat up, not even bothering to cover herself up. “There are like three things that can make a girl a time out on sex, and jewelry is one of them!”
“Really?” Jared looked confused. “Well, what are the others, PMS and fake headaches?”
“It’s not important!” she all but shrieked. “Show me the pretty!”
Jared laughed. “Okay, fine, be back in a second.” He kissed her forehead before shuffling off into the living room.
He came back with a small red velvet box. It was obviously the old, the deep rich burgundy fading to a softer shade of pink, and it felt rough and grainy rather than soft and smooth.
“What is it?” she said, inspecting it carefully.
“Just open it.”
The hinges creaked as the box popped open and Zooey found herself staring at a practically gleaming strand of pearls with a diamond clasp. “ Oh, wow. Are…are these, real?”
He nodded. “They were great grandma Padalecki’s in the thirties.”
She ran her fingertips slowly along each bead, whispering: “They’re beautiful, Jared.”
“They’re yours now.”
“Wh-what? No, Jared, I couldn’t, they were your grandma’s and-”
He grinned. “They’re yours. My momma always told me I could have them when I found the right girl to give them to.”
Zooey bit her lip before throwing her arms around him and murmured: “Thank you.”
"Really!? You like them?"
"They're...amazing. Like the best present anyone's ever given to me."
He kissed her hair. “I'm glad. I sorta thought you'd like them. They’re vintage…and so are you.”
She smiled. “Jared?”
He was playing with her hair when he said distractedly: “Hmmm?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Zooey, I told you, I want you to have them-”
She shook her head. “No, not about that.”
“What then?”
She grinned and kissed him, murmuring against his lips. “Sex me. Right now.”