Schmoop Bingo - Blackout
Title: Sunset Soon Forgotten
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Cuddling by the fire
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: It was a last-minute decision, a neccesity after three weeks of Pneumonia-induced misery. |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1822
They've lucked out. The cottage has a thatched roof, a vegetable garden and a pond big enough to swim in. It sits in a valley not even a fifteen minute drive from the ocean and the only other humans around are the innkeeper and his wife five miles away.
It was a last-minute decision, a necessity after three weeks of Pneumonia-induced misery. They'd packed one bag for two and not a single item more. All they wanted was a break from their lives and a little time together without interruption. The timing was perfect, as the show had just finished filming and they had no prior engagements. It couldn't have worked out better if they'd tried.
“There you are, boys. Movies are in the cabinet, wine in the pantry and extra blankets in the closet next to the loo. If you need anything else, just give a ring.” Margaret, the lovely woman that she is, has gone out of her way to make sure they want for nothing during their week in her lodgings.
Jensen catches her knowing, mischievous look and blushes hard, unable to suppress a grin of and shake of his head in amusement. Are they really that obvious? She leaves them with a wave and a bright smile.
In a moment of shared brain waves, Jared and Jensen turn to face each other and immediately crack up, both thinking that Margaret pretty much embodies everything classically British and that they'll end up getting invited to tea before the week is out. Jared's laugh sobers to something softer as he takes the two steps to Jensen and wraps him up tight.
“This was a great idea.” He murmurs into his boyfriend's hair, Jared kissing the silken strands after.
“I'm a genius.” Jensen grins from his spot against Jared's chest, his laughter bubbling up again when a large, familiar hand spanks him gently.
“I think my genius deserves a reward for all his hard work.”
“Not to mention his valiant fight with he dreaded Streptococcus pneumoniae.”
“Hey, just 'cause we're in England, doesn't mean you can get all Shakespearean on me. I get enough of that from mom.” Jensen merely looks up at Jared's last words, fixing his other half with a look that clearly says, 'and this is why I'm the genius'.
They make love for a better part of the afternoon, still taking it slow for Jensen's sake, despite the first round feeling more like a quickie behind the bleachers. Jensen thanks Jared in ways no nurse or doctor at Vancouver General would ever receive, and Jared makes up for the three weeks without sex they've both had to endure. Only when the cottage begins to grow cold and Jared's stomach starts to growl do they slip into pajama pants, light a fire in the hearth and pad into the fully-stocked kitchen for dinner.
Before long, Jensen's sauteing onions for their steaks and Jared is rolling potatoes up in foil to go with. They fall into the easy rhythm of a well-oiled machine, tuned from two years of practice, neither speaking, each too focused on the task at hand. Jared occasionally bumps his hip against Jensen, who bumps back, but it isn't until the potatoes are in the oven that he moves behind his boyfriend to hug him warmly, face nuzzled in the warm skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
“You know, I could totally picture us having a place like this when we're all old and wrinkly.”
“Who says we're getting wrinkly? Botox, baby. Nothing like a little Botulism with my morning enema.” Jensen grins and Jared makes a face like he's just popped a Sour Head into his mouth.
“Okay, dude, really. We're getting ready to eat and even I'm not that kinky. Hush, or no cuddling for you after dinner.” Jensen barks out a laugh, head tilted back, joy clear on his face. It's an expression only Jared manages to get out of him; others have tried, but the only time Jensen really lets go and laughs from the depths of his soul is when Jared says something that tickles his funny bone.
Jared can stop his smile about as well as a train can stop for a moose up in the B.C. countryside, and he hugs Jensen tighter, letting him lean back in his arms as the laughter slowly fades, leaving a warmth radiating in its wake.
“Ah, god, I love you.” Jensen says on a happy sigh, looking up at Jared before turning in his arms so they're mirroring each other. Jared grins back as though someone just gave him the best present in the world before he's kissing Jensen softly, each man's hand cupping the others jaws, fingertips slipping in small circles against stubbled flesh.
The food's ready before either of them really realize it, and they have a good laugh over the rush to pull the pan and the rack off the heat before the meals get burned. Both look at the old, scarred dining table and debate eating there for all of two seconds before their feet are carrying them towards the fire, the cold of a British spring night deciding their places.
They settle in, thin cushions protecting their laps from the warmth of the plates and dig in wordlessly. Jared manages to mumble something about the steak being freakin' amazing between mouthfuls, but that's as far as the conversation goes. Jensen hadn't realized how hungry he'd been until the first bite hit his tongue and his body seemed to come to its senses. Jared, of course, finishes in record time and eyes his boyfriend's plate like he's looking for scraps; Jensen just gives him a mock glare, growls like Harley with his favorite chew toy and curls up around his plate, all to Jared's great amusement.
“That was...I didn't even realize...yeah. Delicious.” Jared says once both plates are practically licked clean, the heat of the fire spreading over him as he lies on his back, hands behind his head.
Jensen gives a grunt of agreement, too full to do much talking just yet, and way too comfortable in his spot to do much moving either. Despite its bony quality, Jared's hip is proving to be quite a nice pillow and Jensen's content to lay there until he falls into a food-induced coma or Jared drags him up for the promised cuddling, whichever comes first.
“When we have kids, you're doing all the cooking. They won't even wanna look at a McDonald's.” Jared adds, a wistful quality to his voice like he's imagining an army of little Ackles-Padalecki's sitting at a mile long table actually eating their vegetables.
The comment gets a snort of amusement out of Jensen, who finally feels energetic enough to change his position so that he's laying pressed right up against Jared's side, his head resting on his other half's shoulder.
“So we're having kids, huh?” He smirks, Jensen's fingers dancing lazily around the sharp angles and gentle slopes of Jared's chest, eyes following the pattern his hand makes.
“Yup. A metric ton of them. Only way to get mom off our backs. She's been clucking about it for six months now. 'When am I gonna get a grand baby out of you, Jared?' 'When are you gonna make an honest man out of Jensen and settle in to start a family?'” They both have to tamp down their chuckles, Jared's mom easy to picture in her fretting over the next generation of children.
“But seriously, Jay. You want kids? With me?” Jensen has to look, doesn't want to be the putz that misses the crucial reaction to a very important question. The expression he gets sets off fireworks in his chest.
Jared's smile is easy, like he's already making plans for a nursery and he nods without hesitation. It's the best thing Jensen's ever seen and he files it away in the photo album of his mind for future reflection.
“You're the only person I can picture starting a family with. You balance me out, calm me down when I'm too high on candy; we work. It only makes sense that we'd be awesome parents. I'd be good cop, you'd be bad cop...It would all be perfect.” Jared makes an 'oof' noise as Jensen lightly elbows him in the ribs, one eye crinkled in a face reminiscent of Popeye.
“Okay, okay, we can both be good cop. I'll leave my bad cop for after bed time.” Jared amends with a big, goofy grin and Jensen merely turns his head and zerberts the side of his boyfriend's neck in reply.
When he can finally stop laughing (Jared's pretty ticklish around the neck area), he hauls Jensen up so that he's laying completely on top of him and then wraps both arms and legs around his boyfriend, locking him to is own body.
“Can we start trying for a family now?” He asks, only a hint of silliness in the words, Jared's eyes catching the reflection of the flames and gleaming bright with just enough hope to melt Jensen just a little bit more than he already is.
“You show me a uterus and I'll be happy to start fertilizing. Just...no jizzing in a cup in some doctor's office, okay? I can't get it up like that.” Jensen replies in all seriousness even though they both end up laughing at the answer anyways.
“Only thing you're ever jizzing into is me, babe.” He can't help but blush a little at the whispered answer, Jared's tone more than a little sensual.
“No complaints here, commandant.” Jensen salutes, face pressed into hard lines before his smile comes bursting through and he leans in for another deep kiss.
The need to exchange tender insults and witty rejoinders dies down as the fire burns on, and they find themselves settling in for the remainder of the night, Jared's hand stroking through Jensen's hair as Jensen's fingers continue smoothing over Jared's warm chest, each lost in their own little world.
Jared's eyes begin to grow heavy and knowing that sleep is just around the corner, he tucks his chin and kisses the top of Jensen's head softly.
“Love you.” He whispers, giving Jensen another little squeeze, his voice making it clear that the jet lag and day of traveling has finally caught up to him.
“Love you too, Jay.” Jensen answers, finding one last burst of energy with which to lift up, peck Jared's lips for a few moments and then settle back down into his human pillow.
By morning the fire is nothing but embers glowing against the overcast morning; When Jensen sees them, all warm and filled with light, he can't help but be reminded of how his heart felt the night before; The excitement to start the next leg of their shared journey only serves to make that feeling grow.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Cuddling by the fire
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: It was a last-minute decision, a neccesity after three weeks of Pneumonia-induced misery. |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1822
They've lucked out. The cottage has a thatched roof, a vegetable garden and a pond big enough to swim in. It sits in a valley not even a fifteen minute drive from the ocean and the only other humans around are the innkeeper and his wife five miles away.
It was a last-minute decision, a necessity after three weeks of Pneumonia-induced misery. They'd packed one bag for two and not a single item more. All they wanted was a break from their lives and a little time together without interruption. The timing was perfect, as the show had just finished filming and they had no prior engagements. It couldn't have worked out better if they'd tried.
“There you are, boys. Movies are in the cabinet, wine in the pantry and extra blankets in the closet next to the loo. If you need anything else, just give a ring.” Margaret, the lovely woman that she is, has gone out of her way to make sure they want for nothing during their week in her lodgings.
Jensen catches her knowing, mischievous look and blushes hard, unable to suppress a grin of and shake of his head in amusement. Are they really that obvious? She leaves them with a wave and a bright smile.
In a moment of shared brain waves, Jared and Jensen turn to face each other and immediately crack up, both thinking that Margaret pretty much embodies everything classically British and that they'll end up getting invited to tea before the week is out. Jared's laugh sobers to something softer as he takes the two steps to Jensen and wraps him up tight.
“This was a great idea.” He murmurs into his boyfriend's hair, Jared kissing the silken strands after.
“I'm a genius.” Jensen grins from his spot against Jared's chest, his laughter bubbling up again when a large, familiar hand spanks him gently.
“I think my genius deserves a reward for all his hard work.”
“Not to mention his valiant fight with he dreaded Streptococcus pneumoniae.”
“Hey, just 'cause we're in England, doesn't mean you can get all Shakespearean on me. I get enough of that from mom.” Jensen merely looks up at Jared's last words, fixing his other half with a look that clearly says, 'and this is why I'm the genius'.
They make love for a better part of the afternoon, still taking it slow for Jensen's sake, despite the first round feeling more like a quickie behind the bleachers. Jensen thanks Jared in ways no nurse or doctor at Vancouver General would ever receive, and Jared makes up for the three weeks without sex they've both had to endure. Only when the cottage begins to grow cold and Jared's stomach starts to growl do they slip into pajama pants, light a fire in the hearth and pad into the fully-stocked kitchen for dinner.
Before long, Jensen's sauteing onions for their steaks and Jared is rolling potatoes up in foil to go with. They fall into the easy rhythm of a well-oiled machine, tuned from two years of practice, neither speaking, each too focused on the task at hand. Jared occasionally bumps his hip against Jensen, who bumps back, but it isn't until the potatoes are in the oven that he moves behind his boyfriend to hug him warmly, face nuzzled in the warm skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
“You know, I could totally picture us having a place like this when we're all old and wrinkly.”
“Who says we're getting wrinkly? Botox, baby. Nothing like a little Botulism with my morning enema.” Jensen grins and Jared makes a face like he's just popped a Sour Head into his mouth.
“Okay, dude, really. We're getting ready to eat and even I'm not that kinky. Hush, or no cuddling for you after dinner.” Jensen barks out a laugh, head tilted back, joy clear on his face. It's an expression only Jared manages to get out of him; others have tried, but the only time Jensen really lets go and laughs from the depths of his soul is when Jared says something that tickles his funny bone.
Jared can stop his smile about as well as a train can stop for a moose up in the B.C. countryside, and he hugs Jensen tighter, letting him lean back in his arms as the laughter slowly fades, leaving a warmth radiating in its wake.
“Ah, god, I love you.” Jensen says on a happy sigh, looking up at Jared before turning in his arms so they're mirroring each other. Jared grins back as though someone just gave him the best present in the world before he's kissing Jensen softly, each man's hand cupping the others jaws, fingertips slipping in small circles against stubbled flesh.
The food's ready before either of them really realize it, and they have a good laugh over the rush to pull the pan and the rack off the heat before the meals get burned. Both look at the old, scarred dining table and debate eating there for all of two seconds before their feet are carrying them towards the fire, the cold of a British spring night deciding their places.
They settle in, thin cushions protecting their laps from the warmth of the plates and dig in wordlessly. Jared manages to mumble something about the steak being freakin' amazing between mouthfuls, but that's as far as the conversation goes. Jensen hadn't realized how hungry he'd been until the first bite hit his tongue and his body seemed to come to its senses. Jared, of course, finishes in record time and eyes his boyfriend's plate like he's looking for scraps; Jensen just gives him a mock glare, growls like Harley with his favorite chew toy and curls up around his plate, all to Jared's great amusement.
“That was...I didn't even realize...yeah. Delicious.” Jared says once both plates are practically licked clean, the heat of the fire spreading over him as he lies on his back, hands behind his head.
Jensen gives a grunt of agreement, too full to do much talking just yet, and way too comfortable in his spot to do much moving either. Despite its bony quality, Jared's hip is proving to be quite a nice pillow and Jensen's content to lay there until he falls into a food-induced coma or Jared drags him up for the promised cuddling, whichever comes first.
“When we have kids, you're doing all the cooking. They won't even wanna look at a McDonald's.” Jared adds, a wistful quality to his voice like he's imagining an army of little Ackles-Padalecki's sitting at a mile long table actually eating their vegetables.
The comment gets a snort of amusement out of Jensen, who finally feels energetic enough to change his position so that he's laying pressed right up against Jared's side, his head resting on his other half's shoulder.
“So we're having kids, huh?” He smirks, Jensen's fingers dancing lazily around the sharp angles and gentle slopes of Jared's chest, eyes following the pattern his hand makes.
“Yup. A metric ton of them. Only way to get mom off our backs. She's been clucking about it for six months now. 'When am I gonna get a grand baby out of you, Jared?' 'When are you gonna make an honest man out of Jensen and settle in to start a family?'” They both have to tamp down their chuckles, Jared's mom easy to picture in her fretting over the next generation of children.
“But seriously, Jay. You want kids? With me?” Jensen has to look, doesn't want to be the putz that misses the crucial reaction to a very important question. The expression he gets sets off fireworks in his chest.
Jared's smile is easy, like he's already making plans for a nursery and he nods without hesitation. It's the best thing Jensen's ever seen and he files it away in the photo album of his mind for future reflection.
“You're the only person I can picture starting a family with. You balance me out, calm me down when I'm too high on candy; we work. It only makes sense that we'd be awesome parents. I'd be good cop, you'd be bad cop...It would all be perfect.” Jared makes an 'oof' noise as Jensen lightly elbows him in the ribs, one eye crinkled in a face reminiscent of Popeye.
“Okay, okay, we can both be good cop. I'll leave my bad cop for after bed time.” Jared amends with a big, goofy grin and Jensen merely turns his head and zerberts the side of his boyfriend's neck in reply.
When he can finally stop laughing (Jared's pretty ticklish around the neck area), he hauls Jensen up so that he's laying completely on top of him and then wraps both arms and legs around his boyfriend, locking him to is own body.
“Can we start trying for a family now?” He asks, only a hint of silliness in the words, Jared's eyes catching the reflection of the flames and gleaming bright with just enough hope to melt Jensen just a little bit more than he already is.
“You show me a uterus and I'll be happy to start fertilizing. Just...no jizzing in a cup in some doctor's office, okay? I can't get it up like that.” Jensen replies in all seriousness even though they both end up laughing at the answer anyways.
“Only thing you're ever jizzing into is me, babe.” He can't help but blush a little at the whispered answer, Jared's tone more than a little sensual.
“No complaints here, commandant.” Jensen salutes, face pressed into hard lines before his smile comes bursting through and he leans in for another deep kiss.
The need to exchange tender insults and witty rejoinders dies down as the fire burns on, and they find themselves settling in for the remainder of the night, Jared's hand stroking through Jensen's hair as Jensen's fingers continue smoothing over Jared's warm chest, each lost in their own little world.
Jared's eyes begin to grow heavy and knowing that sleep is just around the corner, he tucks his chin and kisses the top of Jensen's head softly.
“Love you.” He whispers, giving Jensen another little squeeze, his voice making it clear that the jet lag and day of traveling has finally caught up to him.
“Love you too, Jay.” Jensen answers, finding one last burst of energy with which to lift up, peck Jared's lips for a few moments and then settle back down into his human pillow.
By morning the fire is nothing but embers glowing against the overcast morning; When Jensen sees them, all warm and filled with light, he can't help but be reminded of how his heart felt the night before; The excitement to start the next leg of their shared journey only serves to make that feeling grow.