The Lunch Date (fic)
Title: The Lunch Date
Characters/ Pairing: Mini-Bamfs, Wash/Taylor
Genre: Romance, Humor, Family, soul-eating faff
Word Count: 1688
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: your appetite
Summary: There's distractions and DISTRACTIONS.
A/N: Fluff and miniBAMFs. This is fluffy and has miniBAMFs, and is not my fault or problem. (sky_kiss should be consulted)
"You have the most gorgeous blue eyes." A slim hand strokes down his chest.
"And you have the best tasting lips." Their mouths meet hungrily as her hand slips into his pajama bottoms and his hand covers her bare breast. His other hand runs through her dark hair to settle on the nape of her neck as she grabs his ass and pulls his body in closer to her own.
They separate, and he attacks her neck, from her ear down to her shoulder, while she whispers to him, "I want you to make love to me."
Almost violently, but not quite, he throws her down to the bed, and lays atop her so she can feel his arousal. Desperately she clutches his biceps as his lips crash against her own, arching her body up into his.
"Don't stop," she hisses, her dark eyes flashing with desire, and drags his pajamas down.
Supporting his weight on his knees, he starts to yank down her tiny pair of black panties even while he plunges his tongue into her mouth, drawing a lustful moan forth.
There's a sudden pounding at the front door, but it doesn't deter the pair from their imminent coupling.
"I love you." A kiss. "I need you inside me." Another kiss. "Now."
"I love you too."
"Open the door, Sam! Mom and Dad are coming over for lunch!"
Blue eyes and brown stare at one another, panic filling both at an alarming rate.
"Quit boning your girlfriend and let me in, you ass!"
"Shit." Sam sits up, immediately limp from the horror of what's happening, and looks over at the window. The silhouette of his brother is still there. "Piss off, Jamie!"
"You locked the door, you dick. I need to get inside! Since I live here and all."
"Shit shit shit." Hopping off the bed, Sam looks wildly around the room, searching for some indicator of just what he should do next. His eyes land, unsurprisingly, on the near-naked woman in his bed. "You need to get dressed and get out before they get here."
She nods, her eyes wide and a touch terrified.
Sam ignores her as he starts digging through his closet, looking for the cleanest clothes in the heap on the floor.
"Hey! Let me in! Sam!"
Ignoring his brother, Sam pulls one mildly rumpled pair of pants out, determining they don't smell that bad, then rips open drawers to grab the first pair of shorts his hand lands on, the nearest shirt, and a random ball of socks. A glance at his girlfriend and he sees that she's still naked other than her very tempting pair of satiny scraps of cloth, and his gaze lingers for a heartbreaking moment.
No time for that!
"Sam, I need to get into my room!"
"Shut up, Jaime! Nobody cares if you left your teddy bear out! Some of us have real problems!" He strips off his pajama pants and hurls them into the closet before putting on, simultaneously, his boxers and pants.
A laugh from outside the window. "Yeah, cuz when Mom catches you--"
"I'm an adult, you little turd!"
"I can't find my clothes!"
"How could you have lost them?" The panic is mounting as he yanks his shirt on. How could he have forgotten about lunch? Another glance to see Erica on her knees, crouching down to search between the wall and the bed for her clothing, her perfect round ass high in the air. That was probably how he could forget about lunch with his parents and annoying little brother.
He shakes his head, clearing his vision. Other things to worry about. "I know we got some of them off when we were on the couch. Maybe they're all there." He watches appreciatively as she hops up and hurries out of the bedroom, jiggling but unashamed of her nudity. His father would certainly understand an uncontrollable erection, but his mother was less diplomatic about the whole thing.
The two of them had very different attitudes about his girlfriend and his sex life.
"SAM!"
And his little brother.
Growling in annoyance, he rushes out of the room to remove the lock override on the door. If he doesn't let Jaime in, it will simply be more trouble than the kid himself is worth. "Did you find them?" he asks over his shoulder as he fumbles with the door lock, failing the first and second attempts. When Erica doesn't answer, he looks and sees her digging in the cushions of the couch.
She sits up suddenly, triumphant, holding her shirt, then returns to searching the couch.
The third try finally sees Sam unlock the door, and he grabs the bra that is hanging from the coat hooks. He doesn't know quite how it got there, doesn't figure it matters as his girlfriend is still mostly undressed. With the prize in hand, he goes to the couch, grabs Erica's arm, and pulls her to him. They meet in a kiss they don't have time for under the circumstances, but neither cares for the moment.
"Oh come on! You have your own bedroom!" When Jaime receives no answer, and though Erica is very nice to look at for any teenage boy, he stalks back to his bedroom to get himself cleaned up. "Ass."
There's a brief moment when Sam and Erica part that they simply look at one another with sickening adoration.
"Pants?" he asks.
"Not yet."
And then the search is on once more for her missing trousers.
Sam reaches as far under the couch as his arm will reach, grasping futilely, as Erica dresses her top half. He comes up empty-handed and obviously frustrated, but realization lights his eyes. "The countertop!"
"The counter! Gross! Now I have to clean it before I use it every single time."
"Shut up, Jaime! You know if Mom finds out about this she'll make you move back!" That was enough of a threat, and before Sam can get to the other side of the counter, his brother is there, looking just as panicked.
"Here!" He tosses the pants across the room to Sam, who relays them to Erica. "Just don't lock me out next time. Tie a sock on the door or something." He watches very carefully out of the corner of his eye as Erica stands on the couch and shimmies into her very tight pants, and lets out a breath.
They're almost in the clear, but Sam can't relax until he's sure. "Anything else? Your sandals are by the door..."
"No. Wait, the bathroom!"
"I'll just hide it all in the cabinet."
Erica frames his face with her perfect hands and kisses him softly, far too slowly for the time crunch they're under, but Sam doesn't protest at all. When she pulls back, she whispers, "I love you, Sam."
It raises the dopiest grin to his face to hear it each and every time. "I love you too." Unlike earlier, they leave the house, slowly, hand-in-hand, and duck around to the rear of the building just as his parents get within visual range at the front. "We need to come up with a way to solve this problem," he whispers to her.
"She just doesn't want you to make a mistake you'll regret. She's your mom, Sam." A soft kiss. "She's a ballbuster, but she's still your mom." Another kiss. "We'll figure something out."
"We could always--"
But her hand is over his mouth before he can finish. "Don't say something like what I think you were going to say out of the blue. I'm not saying, if you said it under the right circumstances, I'd say no, but..."
"The right circumstances."
"Uh huh." Her lips brush over his as she nods.
One arm snakes around her waist, and his hand slides down her thigh to lift it tight against his own as Sam kisses her with the passion that was interrupted earlier.
She returns it in kind, there was never a doubt that she would, with one hand on his ass and the other running through his hair.
It lasts longer than it should, with his parents waiting inside, and Sam fights the urge to never let go.
"Ahem."
Sam and Erica jump apart as if electrocuted, looking toward the source of the interruption.
His father is there, just looking around the corner. "Your mother is starting to wonder."
That's all it takes. "I'll see you later, Sam." Erica spares a brief but genuine smile for his father, waves, and heads off.
Sam starts to turn a vibrant shade of red. Shoulders slumping, trying to hide in on himself, he heads toward the front door, and avoids looking at his father. "Um..."
But his father grins and shakes his head. "You've got sex hair, Sam."
"We were just--"
"I was the same way at your age."
The color fades marginally, tempered by sudden questions. "Did..." Obviously it wasn't with his mother. Maybe Jaime wasn't just a stupid kid, and this relationship with Erica was just a fling like his little brother had said. "I mean, what happened? Back then."
"I married her." He slings his arm over his son's shoulders. "I'd still be married to her, but an accident, back in 2138..." He perks up suddenly, banishing dark memories. "Someone else would be your dad, Mama Wash would be just as protective of you, and I'd just be crusty old Uncle Taylor."
Sam gives him a crooked smile, a playful grin warring with it for territory on his lips. "But instead you're just my crusty old dad."
"Hey, watch it, kid!"
For a moment Sam is silent, then as they're about to walk through the front door he asks, "So how did you propose? Both times." He gets a big toothy smile on his face as his father sputters in response.
Characters/ Pairing: Mini-Bamfs, Wash/Taylor
Genre: Romance, Humor, Family, soul-eating faff
Word Count: 1688
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: your appetite
Summary: There's distractions and DISTRACTIONS.
A/N: Fluff and miniBAMFs. This is fluffy and has miniBAMFs, and is not my fault or problem. (sky_kiss should be consulted)
"You have the most gorgeous blue eyes." A slim hand strokes down his chest.
"And you have the best tasting lips." Their mouths meet hungrily as her hand slips into his pajama bottoms and his hand covers her bare breast. His other hand runs through her dark hair to settle on the nape of her neck as she grabs his ass and pulls his body in closer to her own.
They separate, and he attacks her neck, from her ear down to her shoulder, while she whispers to him, "I want you to make love to me."
Almost violently, but not quite, he throws her down to the bed, and lays atop her so she can feel his arousal. Desperately she clutches his biceps as his lips crash against her own, arching her body up into his.
"Don't stop," she hisses, her dark eyes flashing with desire, and drags his pajamas down.
Supporting his weight on his knees, he starts to yank down her tiny pair of black panties even while he plunges his tongue into her mouth, drawing a lustful moan forth.
There's a sudden pounding at the front door, but it doesn't deter the pair from their imminent coupling.
"I love you." A kiss. "I need you inside me." Another kiss. "Now."
"I love you too."
"Open the door, Sam! Mom and Dad are coming over for lunch!"
Blue eyes and brown stare at one another, panic filling both at an alarming rate.
"Quit boning your girlfriend and let me in, you ass!"
"Shit." Sam sits up, immediately limp from the horror of what's happening, and looks over at the window. The silhouette of his brother is still there. "Piss off, Jamie!"
"You locked the door, you dick. I need to get inside! Since I live here and all."
"Shit shit shit." Hopping off the bed, Sam looks wildly around the room, searching for some indicator of just what he should do next. His eyes land, unsurprisingly, on the near-naked woman in his bed. "You need to get dressed and get out before they get here."
She nods, her eyes wide and a touch terrified.
Sam ignores her as he starts digging through his closet, looking for the cleanest clothes in the heap on the floor.
"Hey! Let me in! Sam!"
Ignoring his brother, Sam pulls one mildly rumpled pair of pants out, determining they don't smell that bad, then rips open drawers to grab the first pair of shorts his hand lands on, the nearest shirt, and a random ball of socks. A glance at his girlfriend and he sees that she's still naked other than her very tempting pair of satiny scraps of cloth, and his gaze lingers for a heartbreaking moment.
No time for that!
"Sam, I need to get into my room!"
"Shut up, Jaime! Nobody cares if you left your teddy bear out! Some of us have real problems!" He strips off his pajama pants and hurls them into the closet before putting on, simultaneously, his boxers and pants.
A laugh from outside the window. "Yeah, cuz when Mom catches you--"
"I'm an adult, you little turd!"
"I can't find my clothes!"
"How could you have lost them?" The panic is mounting as he yanks his shirt on. How could he have forgotten about lunch? Another glance to see Erica on her knees, crouching down to search between the wall and the bed for her clothing, her perfect round ass high in the air. That was probably how he could forget about lunch with his parents and annoying little brother.
He shakes his head, clearing his vision. Other things to worry about. "I know we got some of them off when we were on the couch. Maybe they're all there." He watches appreciatively as she hops up and hurries out of the bedroom, jiggling but unashamed of her nudity. His father would certainly understand an uncontrollable erection, but his mother was less diplomatic about the whole thing.
The two of them had very different attitudes about his girlfriend and his sex life.
"SAM!"
And his little brother.
Growling in annoyance, he rushes out of the room to remove the lock override on the door. If he doesn't let Jaime in, it will simply be more trouble than the kid himself is worth. "Did you find them?" he asks over his shoulder as he fumbles with the door lock, failing the first and second attempts. When Erica doesn't answer, he looks and sees her digging in the cushions of the couch.
She sits up suddenly, triumphant, holding her shirt, then returns to searching the couch.
The third try finally sees Sam unlock the door, and he grabs the bra that is hanging from the coat hooks. He doesn't know quite how it got there, doesn't figure it matters as his girlfriend is still mostly undressed. With the prize in hand, he goes to the couch, grabs Erica's arm, and pulls her to him. They meet in a kiss they don't have time for under the circumstances, but neither cares for the moment.
"Oh come on! You have your own bedroom!" When Jaime receives no answer, and though Erica is very nice to look at for any teenage boy, he stalks back to his bedroom to get himself cleaned up. "Ass."
There's a brief moment when Sam and Erica part that they simply look at one another with sickening adoration.
"Pants?" he asks.
"Not yet."
And then the search is on once more for her missing trousers.
Sam reaches as far under the couch as his arm will reach, grasping futilely, as Erica dresses her top half. He comes up empty-handed and obviously frustrated, but realization lights his eyes. "The countertop!"
"The counter! Gross! Now I have to clean it before I use it every single time."
"Shut up, Jaime! You know if Mom finds out about this she'll make you move back!" That was enough of a threat, and before Sam can get to the other side of the counter, his brother is there, looking just as panicked.
"Here!" He tosses the pants across the room to Sam, who relays them to Erica. "Just don't lock me out next time. Tie a sock on the door or something." He watches very carefully out of the corner of his eye as Erica stands on the couch and shimmies into her very tight pants, and lets out a breath.
They're almost in the clear, but Sam can't relax until he's sure. "Anything else? Your sandals are by the door..."
"No. Wait, the bathroom!"
"I'll just hide it all in the cabinet."
Erica frames his face with her perfect hands and kisses him softly, far too slowly for the time crunch they're under, but Sam doesn't protest at all. When she pulls back, she whispers, "I love you, Sam."
It raises the dopiest grin to his face to hear it each and every time. "I love you too." Unlike earlier, they leave the house, slowly, hand-in-hand, and duck around to the rear of the building just as his parents get within visual range at the front. "We need to come up with a way to solve this problem," he whispers to her.
"She just doesn't want you to make a mistake you'll regret. She's your mom, Sam." A soft kiss. "She's a ballbuster, but she's still your mom." Another kiss. "We'll figure something out."
"We could always--"
But her hand is over his mouth before he can finish. "Don't say something like what I think you were going to say out of the blue. I'm not saying, if you said it under the right circumstances, I'd say no, but..."
"The right circumstances."
"Uh huh." Her lips brush over his as she nods.
One arm snakes around her waist, and his hand slides down her thigh to lift it tight against his own as Sam kisses her with the passion that was interrupted earlier.
She returns it in kind, there was never a doubt that she would, with one hand on his ass and the other running through his hair.
It lasts longer than it should, with his parents waiting inside, and Sam fights the urge to never let go.
"Ahem."
Sam and Erica jump apart as if electrocuted, looking toward the source of the interruption.
His father is there, just looking around the corner. "Your mother is starting to wonder."
That's all it takes. "I'll see you later, Sam." Erica spares a brief but genuine smile for his father, waves, and heads off.
Sam starts to turn a vibrant shade of red. Shoulders slumping, trying to hide in on himself, he heads toward the front door, and avoids looking at his father. "Um..."
But his father grins and shakes his head. "You've got sex hair, Sam."
"We were just--"
"I was the same way at your age."
The color fades marginally, tempered by sudden questions. "Did..." Obviously it wasn't with his mother. Maybe Jaime wasn't just a stupid kid, and this relationship with Erica was just a fling like his little brother had said. "I mean, what happened? Back then."
"I married her." He slings his arm over his son's shoulders. "I'd still be married to her, but an accident, back in 2138..." He perks up suddenly, banishing dark memories. "Someone else would be your dad, Mama Wash would be just as protective of you, and I'd just be crusty old Uncle Taylor."
Sam gives him a crooked smile, a playful grin warring with it for territory on his lips. "But instead you're just my crusty old dad."
"Hey, watch it, kid!"
For a moment Sam is silent, then as they're about to walk through the front door he asks, "So how did you propose? Both times." He gets a big toothy smile on his face as his father sputters in response.