IAMP Christmas Date
Title: Christmas Date
Characters: Jean, Oliver
Genre: Romance, humour
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: JeanxOliver
Summary: Jean decides to organise something special.
IAMP
Christmas Date
56
Christmas request for Dazeli. Enjoy!
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Christmas Date
Since Oliver was in town, Jean decided that it would be the opportune moment to organise something a little extra special, for his stay. He knew Oliver adored anything that had to do with Christmas, and so, he had organised, what he believed to be, the greatest date ever.
Therefore, after Oliver had dropped his bag off at his place, Jean told him not to get too comfortable and to dress warmly, for they were going out. Oliver wanted to protest, since it was quite cold outside and he didn’t feel like doing much, but when Jean told him that he was taking him out to see something special and that he had planned this day just for him, Oliver changed his mind. He just hoped there were indoor places to Jean’s plan.
The first thing on Jean’s long list of activities was the Christmas market. Jean was very enthusiastic about it and Oliver didn’t say anything, even though he wanted to politely tell Jean that he had a very large Christmas market, the largest one in Canada, as a matter of fact, but Jean looked so enthused about the whole thing that he didn’t say a word.
They perused the stalls of homemade goods, Christmas trinkets and baubles, hand knit scarves, mittens, tuques, and blankets, and they shared a complimentary hot chocolate, on the way out. From there, Jean brought him further into town, where there was a large nativity scene set out, and other rather nice decorations.
Oliver enjoyed himself, for the most part, but after two hours, he couldn’t feel his toes and his hands had been cold from the moment they had stepped out. He had tried warming his hands in his own pockets, and even in Jean’s pockets, but without much success. At least Jean was holding one of his hands and that felt nice.
By the time they headed to the ferry, Oliver felt like a popsicle. There wasn’t one part of him that wasn’t cold and he was convinced he had hypothermia and frostbite on every limb, finger and toe. He wanted to tell Jean that his toes were about to fall off, but Jean looked so very happy to be showing him the winter sights and had it not been for the cold, it would have been a very pleasant affair, but Oliver couldn’t bring himself to ruin this impromptu date. Instead, he silently hoped Jean didn’t have much left on his list and that they would be heading home soon. And he had to admit, the sight of the Frontenac, all lit up, from the other side, was beautiful, but it was cold.
His wish was granted, but a few hours later. When they finally made it back to Jean’s apartment, Oliver made a mad grab for the small pile of blankets. He then buried himself neck-high in them, on the living room couch and tried to warm up.
When Jean noticed, he felt a little bad, and went to turn on the electric fireplace, before making his way to the couch. He pulled the mass of blankets to him and Oliver furrowed himself in the extra warmth. Jean held him close and rubbed his back, while Oliver passed his hands underneath Jean’s shirt. Under normal circumstances, Jean would have protested, but he felt guilty, knowing that Oliver was cold, because of him.
“J’m’excuse, mon but c’était pas de te congelé. J’voulais juste passer du bon temps avec toi, pis te montrer la ville…”/ “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freeze you. I just wanted to spend some time with you and show you the city...”
“It’s okay, you meant well, but there are other things we can do, that don’t require freezing outside.” Oliver smiled up at him and placed his still cold hands on either side of Jean’s face. Jean hissed upon contact, but then Oliver levelled with him and pressed their lips together.
“Je suppose que t’as raison.”/ “I guess you’re right.” Jean murmured, when they pulled away.
“Warm me up? Please?” Oliver looked into Jean’s warm eyes and played with his own bottom lip, throwing a coy smile to the other man.
“Avec plaisir.”/ “With pleasure.” Jean smirked and pulled him close for another kiss.
OWARI
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Started typing: December 23rd 2014, 8:52pm
Finished typing: December 23rd 2014, 9:47pm
Characters: Jean, Oliver
Genre: Romance, humour
Rating for this chapter: K+
Pairings: JeanxOliver
Summary: Jean decides to organise something special.
IAMP
Christmas Date
56
Christmas request for Dazeli. Enjoy!
IAMP
Christmas Date
Since Oliver was in town, Jean decided that it would be the opportune moment to organise something a little extra special, for his stay. He knew Oliver adored anything that had to do with Christmas, and so, he had organised, what he believed to be, the greatest date ever.
Therefore, after Oliver had dropped his bag off at his place, Jean told him not to get too comfortable and to dress warmly, for they were going out. Oliver wanted to protest, since it was quite cold outside and he didn’t feel like doing much, but when Jean told him that he was taking him out to see something special and that he had planned this day just for him, Oliver changed his mind. He just hoped there were indoor places to Jean’s plan.
The first thing on Jean’s long list of activities was the Christmas market. Jean was very enthusiastic about it and Oliver didn’t say anything, even though he wanted to politely tell Jean that he had a very large Christmas market, the largest one in Canada, as a matter of fact, but Jean looked so enthused about the whole thing that he didn’t say a word.
They perused the stalls of homemade goods, Christmas trinkets and baubles, hand knit scarves, mittens, tuques, and blankets, and they shared a complimentary hot chocolate, on the way out. From there, Jean brought him further into town, where there was a large nativity scene set out, and other rather nice decorations.
Oliver enjoyed himself, for the most part, but after two hours, he couldn’t feel his toes and his hands had been cold from the moment they had stepped out. He had tried warming his hands in his own pockets, and even in Jean’s pockets, but without much success. At least Jean was holding one of his hands and that felt nice.
By the time they headed to the ferry, Oliver felt like a popsicle. There wasn’t one part of him that wasn’t cold and he was convinced he had hypothermia and frostbite on every limb, finger and toe. He wanted to tell Jean that his toes were about to fall off, but Jean looked so very happy to be showing him the winter sights and had it not been for the cold, it would have been a very pleasant affair, but Oliver couldn’t bring himself to ruin this impromptu date. Instead, he silently hoped Jean didn’t have much left on his list and that they would be heading home soon. And he had to admit, the sight of the Frontenac, all lit up, from the other side, was beautiful, but it was cold.
His wish was granted, but a few hours later. When they finally made it back to Jean’s apartment, Oliver made a mad grab for the small pile of blankets. He then buried himself neck-high in them, on the living room couch and tried to warm up.
When Jean noticed, he felt a little bad, and went to turn on the electric fireplace, before making his way to the couch. He pulled the mass of blankets to him and Oliver furrowed himself in the extra warmth. Jean held him close and rubbed his back, while Oliver passed his hands underneath Jean’s shirt. Under normal circumstances, Jean would have protested, but he felt guilty, knowing that Oliver was cold, because of him.
“J’m’excuse, mon but c’était pas de te congelé. J’voulais juste passer du bon temps avec toi, pis te montrer la ville…”/ “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freeze you. I just wanted to spend some time with you and show you the city...”
“It’s okay, you meant well, but there are other things we can do, that don’t require freezing outside.” Oliver smiled up at him and placed his still cold hands on either side of Jean’s face. Jean hissed upon contact, but then Oliver levelled with him and pressed their lips together.
“Je suppose que t’as raison.”/ “I guess you’re right.” Jean murmured, when they pulled away.
“Warm me up? Please?” Oliver looked into Jean’s warm eyes and played with his own bottom lip, throwing a coy smile to the other man.
“Avec plaisir.”/ “With pleasure.” Jean smirked and pulled him close for another kiss.
OWARI
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started typing: December 23rd 2014, 8:52pm
Finished typing: December 23rd 2014, 9:47pm