The Gift
Cross-posted at profiler_fans. I had a bad case of writer's block and ended up having to enlight the help of our reside skew expert M. Ravensblood.
Title: The Gift
Authors: Jackssilverwolf & M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Samantha, Denzel/Duchess
Summary: On Christmas Eve, Jack visits Samantha and brings a special gift for Denzel. Pre-Series
Authors' Notes: In the story, the abbreviation Ch. is used, it stands for champion and is a standard way to refer to one.
Denzel watched sourly as Samantha bustled happily to and fro. He didn't see what she had to be so happy about. Two days ago, his human went away, leaving him behind with Samantha and her pup. That would have been bad enough, but then this morning the pup went away too, off to her grandparents. So Christmas Eve found him alone with a bizarrely cheerful Samantha.
Casting a mournful look at the festively decorated tree, Denzel sighed then glanced out the window at the softly falling snow. He knew tonight was supposed to be the night that strange old man dressed in red fur came. Each year the strange old man named Santa left several packages fro the pup and would give Denzel a special treat. But without the pup there, Denzel suspected he wouldn't be getting his holiday treat. So, no treat. No Angel. And no Chloe-pup. Just Samantha, who had barely acknowledged his presence all evening.
Ever since Angel and the pup left, Samantha had been acting strangely. Usually she was very quiet and never smiled. The moment the pup departed, she started humming and seemed to be preparing for company. There was a fire blazing merrily in the fireplace and Samantha had placed two glasses on the table by the couch beside an shiny expensive smelling bottle which read champagne on the label.
As strange as Samantha's preparations had been, they were nothing compared to the odd things she did to her body before getting dressed. Denzel had followed her into the bathroom and she had gotten in the tub and slid a shiny sharp thing held by a piece of pink plastic over her skin removing her fur. In light of how little fur she had, Denzel didn't know why she wanted to remove it from her legs - but then humans seemed to cultivate mange chic.
Removing her fur had been been bizarre enough but then Samantha smeared mud on her face and put cucumbers on her eyes. Denzel began to wish his owner was there because clearly Samantha was crazy. Eventually she washed the mud off her face, put the cucumber slices aside, finished her bath and dried off. Then a new insanity ensued as she began rummaging through her closet and drawers.
"I have nothing to wear!" Samantha wailed as she rejected another outfit.
Denzel rolled his eyes. The closet was full of clothes and so was his human's, what was the big deal? At last she settled on dressing in something which Denzel thought looked awfully cold considering she didn't have fur. Samantha went into the living room and sat down, then began a strange vigil of looking at her watch and racing to the window and coming back. When his human got back they were going to have a serious talk, the pup could stay but Samantha really had to go.
Laying in front of the fire, Denzel watched Samantha with a mixture of amusement and concern when a faint sound of a car approaching broke his reverie. His ears flicked and his body tensed as he heard the car stop. There was the sound of a car door and Denzel stood up and uttered one sharp warning bark. Someone was outside and it was his duty to protect his human's house and the pup's mother, however strange she was.
"Quiet, Denzel!" Samantha snapped and hurried to the door.
Ungrateful lunatic, Denzel grumbled to himself and lay back down.
As the door opened, he quickly sat back up, sniffing the air. What was that? He got up and trotted over to the front door. Santa! There was Santa. Wait, not Santa. Santa always came down the chimney, he didn't use the front door and he didn't kiss Samantha. This man didn't have the right scent, he was most definitely human. There was an underlying strength and the aura of an alpha male about the man, but he wasn't Santa. And he wasn't what Denzel had originally smelled either.
There was a flash of white behind the man and in stepped the most beautiful white poodle he'd ever seen. Denzel immediately began panting heavily. She was absolutely stunning! Elegantly shaved in a show dog's cut, it was obvious she was purebred and undoubtedly a champion. And even better, she was in heat!
Pulling out of the man's embrace, Samantha burst out laughing, "Jack, are you crazy? Your mother will have a conniption fit if her prize poodle ends up pregnant!"
Jack shrugged and followed her into the house, "Duchess has shown very little interest in other poodles. I think that perhaps she may like a slightly different breed of dog, maybe someone a little more dangerous," Jack commented and gave Denzel a sly wink.
Denzel scarcely noticed, he was too busy staring at the exquisite creature in front of him. The real Santa had never brought him a holiday treat like this! Carefully, he took a step forward and sniffed the air in front of her. The poodle looked at him with interest and sniffed back. Slowly, her tail began to wag and she walked over to give him the traditional doggie greeting. Denzel happily reciprocated.
"Denzel, meet Ch. Miriam's Duchess Dominique of Savannah. Duchess for short. I figured I'd bring you a little Christmas present too," Jack chuckled and released Duchess from her lead.
Imperiously, Duchess swept past Denzel, brushing him with her tail as she strode towards the fireplace. Frantically, Denzel looked between Duchess and Jack. He knew he was supposed to protect Samantha, especially with no one around. The man was a stranger but Samantha seemed to know him and accept his presence. Surveying the interaction between the two humans, Denzel got the impression, unless he was very much mistaken, that the man wanted to do to Samantha something similar to what Denzel wanted to do with Duchess. Casting one last glance at Jack, Denzel bounded over to the fireplace to further investigate Duchess.
Shaking her head with amusement, Samantha drawled, "If it happens, they're gonna have some mighty interesting looking puppies."
Jack removed his white beard and drew Samantha close for a lingering kiss. Then asked mischievously, "Want one?"
Samantha made a face and unbuttoned his jacket. "No thanks. Picturing a German Shepherd with a poodle cut is too weird."
"I don't know, they seem sort of sweet together. Maybe it's love," he gestured to the pair before the fire as he removed his coat, then drew Samantha close again.
"Love doesn't mean they can ever be together," she countered her voice full of meaning. Pulling back slightly in Jack's embrace she sighed, "Jack this can't continue. This should have never started and we have to end it."
Denzel paused in his sniffing and nuzzling Duchess to look at Samantha and Jack. What was wrong with Samantha? She was happy when the alpha male arrived and she certainly smelled like she was in heat. So why was she resisting? Humans, Denzel snorted dissmissively and returned his attention to Duchess.
"I'm serious," Samantha persisted.
"Uh-huh," Jack replied and leaned in to kiss the side of Samantha's neck eliciting a soft moan.
"I-I mean it," Samantha argued lamely. "It's the last time."
"It's always the last time," Jack murmured, his hand moved to the zipper of Samantha's dress.
"I really mean it," she protested in an unconvincing tone. Her dress fell to the floor and Jack's mouth was moving distractingly over her rapidly heating flesh. Panting she insisted, "It's the last time."
"Perhaps I should stop then," Jack suggested, pulling away from Samantha and reaching for his coat.
At the threat of Jack leaving, Denzel shot an annoyed glance in Samantha's direction. She'd better not chase Jack and Duchess away! Moving his gaze to Jack he mentally urged the alpha to bite Samantha on the neck and take control. Although he'd met his share of dogs, he'd never met any like Duchess. If Samantha blew it and his fluffy white goddess left, Denzel would bite her himself!
"Jack," Samantha protested, walking to him and putting her hand on his arm. "I didn't mean you had to leave. Come on, it's Christmas Eve."
Turning around Jack growled, "Yeah well you're on Santa's naughty list."
"Probably," she agreed. Casting her eyes downwards, she entreated, "Please don't go."
Cupping her chin in his hand and raising her face to meet his gaze, his voice was raw with emotion as he demanded, "Why? Why should I stay?"
"Because you're right about it always being the last time," Samantha admitted. "There never will be a last time. It's scary walking along the edge, always knowing that you're only a few heartbeats away from falling. Sometimes I panic and try to pull back from the edge, but I can't. Not really."
Denzel watched the pair anxiously as they stood staring at each other for several moments. He breathed a sigh of relief when Jack pulled Samantha tightly to his chest. Assured that Duchess wouldn't be taken away, Denzel returned his attention to her. Rubbing his muzzle against her ear he hoped that they would have some privacy soon. Normally he wouldn't care who witnessed him mating, but Duchess was special.
"My Samantha," Jack rasped and captured her mouth in a possessive kiss which left her panting.
"Does this mean I'm off the naughty list?"
"I think Santa may have a couple presents for you," he teased.
The pair kissed, then Jack carried Samantha into the bedroom leaving Denzel alone with his new friend. Dogs were far more sensible than humans, he decided as he nuzzled Duchess. He almost felt sorry for the alpha male in the bedroom. Jack's female was definitely crazy! She was rambling on about Santa's package and all the presents were in the living room! Denzel listened carefully until he heard sounds of mating before seeing if Duchess would be interested in doing likewise.
Later, Denzel was cuddled up with Duchess. Although he was satisfied and their mating had concluded, Jack and Samantha seemed to still be mating. Humans! thought Denzel. They always take forever to do anything. Then he looked at Duchess, the flames of the fireplace casting a warm red glow onto her snow white fur. Then again, forever wasn't such a bad thing...
Title: The Gift
Authors: Jackssilverwolf & M. Elizabeth Ravensblood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Samantha, Denzel/Duchess
Summary: On Christmas Eve, Jack visits Samantha and brings a special gift for Denzel. Pre-Series
Authors' Notes: In the story, the abbreviation Ch. is used, it stands for champion and is a standard way to refer to one.
Denzel watched sourly as Samantha bustled happily to and fro. He didn't see what she had to be so happy about. Two days ago, his human went away, leaving him behind with Samantha and her pup. That would have been bad enough, but then this morning the pup went away too, off to her grandparents. So Christmas Eve found him alone with a bizarrely cheerful Samantha.
Casting a mournful look at the festively decorated tree, Denzel sighed then glanced out the window at the softly falling snow. He knew tonight was supposed to be the night that strange old man dressed in red fur came. Each year the strange old man named Santa left several packages fro the pup and would give Denzel a special treat. But without the pup there, Denzel suspected he wouldn't be getting his holiday treat. So, no treat. No Angel. And no Chloe-pup. Just Samantha, who had barely acknowledged his presence all evening.
Ever since Angel and the pup left, Samantha had been acting strangely. Usually she was very quiet and never smiled. The moment the pup departed, she started humming and seemed to be preparing for company. There was a fire blazing merrily in the fireplace and Samantha had placed two glasses on the table by the couch beside an shiny expensive smelling bottle which read champagne on the label.
As strange as Samantha's preparations had been, they were nothing compared to the odd things she did to her body before getting dressed. Denzel had followed her into the bathroom and she had gotten in the tub and slid a shiny sharp thing held by a piece of pink plastic over her skin removing her fur. In light of how little fur she had, Denzel didn't know why she wanted to remove it from her legs - but then humans seemed to cultivate mange chic.
Removing her fur had been been bizarre enough but then Samantha smeared mud on her face and put cucumbers on her eyes. Denzel began to wish his owner was there because clearly Samantha was crazy. Eventually she washed the mud off her face, put the cucumber slices aside, finished her bath and dried off. Then a new insanity ensued as she began rummaging through her closet and drawers.
"I have nothing to wear!" Samantha wailed as she rejected another outfit.
Denzel rolled his eyes. The closet was full of clothes and so was his human's, what was the big deal? At last she settled on dressing in something which Denzel thought looked awfully cold considering she didn't have fur. Samantha went into the living room and sat down, then began a strange vigil of looking at her watch and racing to the window and coming back. When his human got back they were going to have a serious talk, the pup could stay but Samantha really had to go.
Laying in front of the fire, Denzel watched Samantha with a mixture of amusement and concern when a faint sound of a car approaching broke his reverie. His ears flicked and his body tensed as he heard the car stop. There was the sound of a car door and Denzel stood up and uttered one sharp warning bark. Someone was outside and it was his duty to protect his human's house and the pup's mother, however strange she was.
"Quiet, Denzel!" Samantha snapped and hurried to the door.
Ungrateful lunatic, Denzel grumbled to himself and lay back down.
As the door opened, he quickly sat back up, sniffing the air. What was that? He got up and trotted over to the front door. Santa! There was Santa. Wait, not Santa. Santa always came down the chimney, he didn't use the front door and he didn't kiss Samantha. This man didn't have the right scent, he was most definitely human. There was an underlying strength and the aura of an alpha male about the man, but he wasn't Santa. And he wasn't what Denzel had originally smelled either.
There was a flash of white behind the man and in stepped the most beautiful white poodle he'd ever seen. Denzel immediately began panting heavily. She was absolutely stunning! Elegantly shaved in a show dog's cut, it was obvious she was purebred and undoubtedly a champion. And even better, she was in heat!
Pulling out of the man's embrace, Samantha burst out laughing, "Jack, are you crazy? Your mother will have a conniption fit if her prize poodle ends up pregnant!"
Jack shrugged and followed her into the house, "Duchess has shown very little interest in other poodles. I think that perhaps she may like a slightly different breed of dog, maybe someone a little more dangerous," Jack commented and gave Denzel a sly wink.
Denzel scarcely noticed, he was too busy staring at the exquisite creature in front of him. The real Santa had never brought him a holiday treat like this! Carefully, he took a step forward and sniffed the air in front of her. The poodle looked at him with interest and sniffed back. Slowly, her tail began to wag and she walked over to give him the traditional doggie greeting. Denzel happily reciprocated.
"Denzel, meet Ch. Miriam's Duchess Dominique of Savannah. Duchess for short. I figured I'd bring you a little Christmas present too," Jack chuckled and released Duchess from her lead.
Imperiously, Duchess swept past Denzel, brushing him with her tail as she strode towards the fireplace. Frantically, Denzel looked between Duchess and Jack. He knew he was supposed to protect Samantha, especially with no one around. The man was a stranger but Samantha seemed to know him and accept his presence. Surveying the interaction between the two humans, Denzel got the impression, unless he was very much mistaken, that the man wanted to do to Samantha something similar to what Denzel wanted to do with Duchess. Casting one last glance at Jack, Denzel bounded over to the fireplace to further investigate Duchess.
Shaking her head with amusement, Samantha drawled, "If it happens, they're gonna have some mighty interesting looking puppies."
Jack removed his white beard and drew Samantha close for a lingering kiss. Then asked mischievously, "Want one?"
Samantha made a face and unbuttoned his jacket. "No thanks. Picturing a German Shepherd with a poodle cut is too weird."
"I don't know, they seem sort of sweet together. Maybe it's love," he gestured to the pair before the fire as he removed his coat, then drew Samantha close again.
"Love doesn't mean they can ever be together," she countered her voice full of meaning. Pulling back slightly in Jack's embrace she sighed, "Jack this can't continue. This should have never started and we have to end it."
Denzel paused in his sniffing and nuzzling Duchess to look at Samantha and Jack. What was wrong with Samantha? She was happy when the alpha male arrived and she certainly smelled like she was in heat. So why was she resisting? Humans, Denzel snorted dissmissively and returned his attention to Duchess.
"I'm serious," Samantha persisted.
"Uh-huh," Jack replied and leaned in to kiss the side of Samantha's neck eliciting a soft moan.
"I-I mean it," Samantha argued lamely. "It's the last time."
"It's always the last time," Jack murmured, his hand moved to the zipper of Samantha's dress.
"I really mean it," she protested in an unconvincing tone. Her dress fell to the floor and Jack's mouth was moving distractingly over her rapidly heating flesh. Panting she insisted, "It's the last time."
"Perhaps I should stop then," Jack suggested, pulling away from Samantha and reaching for his coat.
At the threat of Jack leaving, Denzel shot an annoyed glance in Samantha's direction. She'd better not chase Jack and Duchess away! Moving his gaze to Jack he mentally urged the alpha to bite Samantha on the neck and take control. Although he'd met his share of dogs, he'd never met any like Duchess. If Samantha blew it and his fluffy white goddess left, Denzel would bite her himself!
"Jack," Samantha protested, walking to him and putting her hand on his arm. "I didn't mean you had to leave. Come on, it's Christmas Eve."
Turning around Jack growled, "Yeah well you're on Santa's naughty list."
"Probably," she agreed. Casting her eyes downwards, she entreated, "Please don't go."
Cupping her chin in his hand and raising her face to meet his gaze, his voice was raw with emotion as he demanded, "Why? Why should I stay?"
"Because you're right about it always being the last time," Samantha admitted. "There never will be a last time. It's scary walking along the edge, always knowing that you're only a few heartbeats away from falling. Sometimes I panic and try to pull back from the edge, but I can't. Not really."
Denzel watched the pair anxiously as they stood staring at each other for several moments. He breathed a sigh of relief when Jack pulled Samantha tightly to his chest. Assured that Duchess wouldn't be taken away, Denzel returned his attention to her. Rubbing his muzzle against her ear he hoped that they would have some privacy soon. Normally he wouldn't care who witnessed him mating, but Duchess was special.
"My Samantha," Jack rasped and captured her mouth in a possessive kiss which left her panting.
"Does this mean I'm off the naughty list?"
"I think Santa may have a couple presents for you," he teased.
The pair kissed, then Jack carried Samantha into the bedroom leaving Denzel alone with his new friend. Dogs were far more sensible than humans, he decided as he nuzzled Duchess. He almost felt sorry for the alpha male in the bedroom. Jack's female was definitely crazy! She was rambling on about Santa's package and all the presents were in the living room! Denzel listened carefully until he heard sounds of mating before seeing if Duchess would be interested in doing likewise.
Later, Denzel was cuddled up with Duchess. Although he was satisfied and their mating had concluded, Jack and Samantha seemed to still be mating. Humans! thought Denzel. They always take forever to do anything. Then he looked at Duchess, the flames of the fireplace casting a warm red glow onto her snow white fur. Then again, forever wasn't such a bad thing...