IAMP Sweater
Title: Sweater
Characters: Jean, Oliver
Genre: Romance-ish
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: JeanxOliver
Summary: Oliver gets a sweater from Jean, despite an impass.
IAMP
Sweater
50
Idea by Lomitzz
IAMP
Sweater
Jean finished his smoke. It was a cold evening and he would have forgone the cigarette, but it had been one of those meetings and he wasn’t about to wait until he got home. He pulled on his jacket, glad he had taken it on his way out, and puffed away. The nicotine had its same soothing effect it always had and for that, he was glad. It was something constant and familiar, and after a day like today, he needed just that.
The door behind him clunk shut and he looked back, only to see Oliver walk out, with only his suit jacket on. He tsked at the sight and rolled his eyes, when he saw Oliver shiver at the cold. He threw the butt of his cigarette to the floor and smashed his heal over it. Leave it to Oliver not to have a proper jacket.
“Jesus, it’s cold.” He heard him murmur to himself. They both avoided looking at each other, easily pretending the other wasn’t there. A recent setback had them both tight lipped and this meeting hadn’t helped to ease any tensions. Still, Jean had an actual heart, no matter what some liked to say. He shrugged out of his jacket and hissed, when the wind chilled his very bones, before he took off his sweater. He quickly put on his jacket again and when he properly bundled up, he walked over to Oliver, putting the sweater on his head.
“Tiens. Salut, là.”/ “Here. Bye now.” He didn’t bother to wait to see if Oliver would say anything. He was tired and he didn’t have the patience to deal with another shouting match.
Oliver watched him go, perplexed. It was only when Jean was gone that he took the sweater off his head and slipped it on. If anything, it was warm.
By the time he got home, the only thing he wanted to do was curl up in bed, under five layers of blankets, and stay there until spring. He quickly discarded himself of shoes and work items, before making his way to his bedroom.
He was exhausted, cold, and every bone in his body ached. He would have plopped down in bed, without changing out of his clothes, but he had nice flannel pyjamas waiting for him. However, that meant getting out of Jean’s very warm sweater.
He finally had no choice, after he changed into his pyjama bottoms. He quickly removed the sweater, in order to slip out of his shirt and tie, before he returned to the warmth of Jean’s sweater. He then curled up in bed, under the covers.
Oliver gave a content sigh and furrowed his face in the larger folds of the sweatshirt. For some reason, despite the fact he always complained about the smell of smoke, the scent of Jean always made him feel at home, no matter what. He felt safe, tucked into the sweater, as he took a deep breath. He could feel Jean’s presence and with it, the sense of home, comfort, protection and love that always came with it, despite their current circumstance.
He quickly slumbered off, cocooned in his sweater, and for the first time, since this whole ordeal had started, slept peacefully.
OWARI
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Started writing: September 14th 2014, 6:54pm
Finished writing: September 14th 2014, 7:36pm
Started typing: November 1st 2014, 11:52am
Finished typing: November 1st 2014, 12:05pm
Characters: Jean, Oliver
Genre: Romance-ish
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: JeanxOliver
Summary: Oliver gets a sweater from Jean, despite an impass.
IAMP
Sweater
50
Idea by Lomitzz
IAMP
Sweater
Jean finished his smoke. It was a cold evening and he would have forgone the cigarette, but it had been one of those meetings and he wasn’t about to wait until he got home. He pulled on his jacket, glad he had taken it on his way out, and puffed away. The nicotine had its same soothing effect it always had and for that, he was glad. It was something constant and familiar, and after a day like today, he needed just that.
The door behind him clunk shut and he looked back, only to see Oliver walk out, with only his suit jacket on. He tsked at the sight and rolled his eyes, when he saw Oliver shiver at the cold. He threw the butt of his cigarette to the floor and smashed his heal over it. Leave it to Oliver not to have a proper jacket.
“Jesus, it’s cold.” He heard him murmur to himself. They both avoided looking at each other, easily pretending the other wasn’t there. A recent setback had them both tight lipped and this meeting hadn’t helped to ease any tensions. Still, Jean had an actual heart, no matter what some liked to say. He shrugged out of his jacket and hissed, when the wind chilled his very bones, before he took off his sweater. He quickly put on his jacket again and when he properly bundled up, he walked over to Oliver, putting the sweater on his head.
“Tiens. Salut, là.”/ “Here. Bye now.” He didn’t bother to wait to see if Oliver would say anything. He was tired and he didn’t have the patience to deal with another shouting match.
Oliver watched him go, perplexed. It was only when Jean was gone that he took the sweater off his head and slipped it on. If anything, it was warm.
By the time he got home, the only thing he wanted to do was curl up in bed, under five layers of blankets, and stay there until spring. He quickly discarded himself of shoes and work items, before making his way to his bedroom.
He was exhausted, cold, and every bone in his body ached. He would have plopped down in bed, without changing out of his clothes, but he had nice flannel pyjamas waiting for him. However, that meant getting out of Jean’s very warm sweater.
He finally had no choice, after he changed into his pyjama bottoms. He quickly removed the sweater, in order to slip out of his shirt and tie, before he returned to the warmth of Jean’s sweater. He then curled up in bed, under the covers.
Oliver gave a content sigh and furrowed his face in the larger folds of the sweatshirt. For some reason, despite the fact he always complained about the smell of smoke, the scent of Jean always made him feel at home, no matter what. He felt safe, tucked into the sweater, as he took a deep breath. He could feel Jean’s presence and with it, the sense of home, comfort, protection and love that always came with it, despite their current circumstance.
He quickly slumbered off, cocooned in his sweater, and for the first time, since this whole ordeal had started, slept peacefully.
OWARI
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: September 14th 2014, 6:54pm
Finished writing: September 14th 2014, 7:36pm
Started typing: November 1st 2014, 11:52am
Finished typing: November 1st 2014, 12:05pm