...but we do do fantasy [fic]
Title:...but we do do fantasy
Rating: R (nothing graphic)
Pairing: Jack/Tosh
Word Count: 342
Summary: Kind of a sequel to We don't do Whimsy. It's been six months and Jack's not a happy rabbit.
It’s been a long day. Not even one of those days that’s long wholly because of the endless workload you’re trudging through. At least then you can claim to have gotten things done. Nope - this one had the indecency to pretend to be one of those days, and then you turned a corner and found out all that work had been for nothing. Jack’s still grumbling at eleven when everyone had gone home.
In truth, this is one of the reasons he’s annoyed. It’s a fling, they had agreed - sex with someone they liked and trusted (nothing more), they had taken pains to stress - but still, you’d think Tosh would have waited for him. Even if they weren’t going to “do” anything it was still six months today. A little acknowledgement would be nice. He’s so caught up in sulking and checking the report to tally exactly how much time and effort they’d wasted today he doesn’t notice anything unusual until he glances up for a pen.
Tosh - carefully draped across his desk, wearing his coat all belted and buttoned, pulled back just enough to reveal one bare, high-heeled leg - holds a pen out to him, her smile and her “Good evening, Captain” dripping snow white innocence.
Jack blinks and stares and would stare longer, but the small, unaffected part of his brain points out that pose can’t be comfortable and -
“Have you been reading my diary?”
Tosh forgets her role as seductive vamp and sits bolt upright “You keep a diary?”
Jack gives her a smile and a shrug “I was going to be manly and keep a journal, but then I’d have to write in it every day.” He rounds the desk as he speaks, dumping the file in his chair. He fingers the lapel “You’re not…naked under, are you?”
Tosh shakes her head. “Black lace.”
Jack mock whines. “You realise when we hit seven months I’m not going to be able to top this.”
Tosh smirks. “I’d have thought that - “
“No, innuendoes, thank you, Miss. That’s my job.”
A/N: Not that good, but I enjoyed writing it. Although I'm starting to realise just how often I start a fic with what a foul day it is/has been and what a por mood everyone's in. Hm. Need to start more fics where everyone's enjoying themselves.