Fic: Our First Christmas (Jack Landors/Sky Tate) G
Disclaimer:Not mine (But by tommorrow night; if all goes according to plan.......)
For: lilyleia78 . To one heck of a lady, who has been a fantastic beta and a wonderful friend. May you have an amazing festive season and a happy, successful year to come :)
A/N: Sorry, no beta on this one. It's my first SPD fic, so I hope I've done okay here.
Jack wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating; or if perhaps it was an imposter.
The towering figure with an armful of carrier bags and packages looked like his Sky: that was certainly the same blue shirt his boyfriend had been wearing an hour earlier when he left to ‘run a few errands’; and the same black pants Jack had tried to talk him out of five minutes before that. The blond locks were definitely in the same neatly groomed style that he had watched the blue ranger carefully comb it into in front of the mirror that morning and that hickey was exactly where he’d just as carefully placed it last night. At face value? Yes, this was his Sky. Still, he couldn’t rule out the possibility of mind control.
“Did you buy the store?” Z called to Sky as she hurried in, immediately riffling through the bags’ contents before he had had any chance to set them down. Kat and the rest of the team weren’t far behind her and soon the blue ranger was standing, amused, in the centre of the common room surrounded by a sea of excited faces, with hands pulling at the brightly coloured shopping bags from all directions.
There were squeals of delight when Syd pulled out a box of pink and white fluffy pom-pom like some things; and Bridge was enchanted by the set of green baubles he had retrieved, taking them out of their carton and dangling one by the string, laughing at the green light dancing in shimmering patterns over the walls and ceiling. Two Z’s were testing the length of yellow tinsel garlands, whilst another three were uncoiling long strings of lights. Even Kat seemed caught up in the moment when a collection of strung figurines was pressed into her hands. She held one up, smiling at the exquisitely crafted tabby, turning it over to examine the fine detail. During all this Sky had stood observing his teammates’ enjoyment with a benevolent expression and Jack wondered what exactly had gotten into him.
It was Syd who finally thought to take the bags from Sky and he smiled at her gratefully, reaching into the top bag to remove something Jack couldn’t quite see and with a conspiratal wink at the pink ranger slipping it into the deep pocket of his borrowed greatcoat. He said something to her then, something too low for Jack to hear, and in response a wide grin broke out.
“Let’s take these into the canteen,” she called; and in a chattering herd B-squad followed her. Sky remained, hovering over Jack, a smile playing about his lips.
“You took a while,” Jack commented, going for nonchalance and reaching down to retrieve the dog-eared comic book from beside the couch he was sprawled on, “lot to do?” he asked. With the comic raised, he couldn’t see what Sky was doing, but he was still very aware of his boyfriend’s proximity. After a few moments of silence, the blue ranger moved to settle down on the carpet beside Jack and pulled a small package out of his pocket.
Fighting the urge to look up when he heard the sounds of crackling paper being unfolded, Jack nonetheless smiled indulgently as he thought of how just a few months ago it would have frustrated him no-end that Sky was always so careful about opening things without damaging the packaging; slowly peeling each end just so. It was funny how quickly that little habit had turned from something that drove him up the wall into just another tolerable quirk of a teammate; and how soon after that quirk had become an endearing trait that he couldn’t do without, just as he couldn’t do without Sky; it was so deeply embedded into the fabric of his daily life now.
He looked up when he felt the weight of a small object placed on his stomach: a star, brilliant red bordered in gold. Tracing a finger over an edge of the ornament, Jack glanced at his boyfriend.
“Everyone else gets to have their colour on the tree,” the blond said, “I’d be a very poor boyfriend if I didn’t include something red.” His cheeks were still a little flushed from the cold outside and his blue eyes were sparkling with merriment.
“Thank you,” Jack murmured and he leaned over to press a kiss to the full lips.
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