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Title: Rain on the parade.
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating:: Age friendly.
Archive: SJ, Heliopolis,
my site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will.
Promise to put them back in the state I found them.
Author’s notes: Hmm... *Huggles Lisa* Hope this is something
like what you wanted hon!
Date: 27/03/05
Copyright © to Venom, 2005
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It was raining.
Perfect.
Absolutely
perfect.
The one day of the year – just *one* for crying out loud! – That she needed the sun to shine,
it was tucked behind some vicious looking black clouds that filled the sky. Traitor, she growled in its general direction.
I’ve blown up a sun before, don’t think I wont do it again!
Though, with her luck, she shouldn’t
have expected anything less. She should have been prepared for it to be raining, hailing, tress falling everywhere. Maybe
even a freak blizzard in the middle of August.
Okay, it wasn’t quite that drastic, but it felt like it.
The
weather was making her feel decidedly weary, and she was almost prepared to cancel the whole day. If it weren’t for
the butterflies fluttering madly in her stomach at the thought of picking up the phone to call him, then she probably would
have cancelled.
It’s not like it rained everyday in Colorado; they could always just change the day.
Too
late now, she mused as headlights shone into her living room. He parked in her driveway and she pulled back the curtain to
watch him.
He saw her and smiled. She gave a small, hesitant wave through the glass window.
Moving to the door,
she opened it just as he arrived on her porch. Instead of the greeting she had expected from him, all she got was a rather
loud – and painful sounding – sneeze.
“Sorry.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s
ok, come in, I have tissues.”
“Thanks!”
He removed his shoes and left them outside, and she
couldn’t help but giggle that he was wearing odd socks. Most women would probably be offended, but she could tell that
he’d ironed his pants for today, so she’d let it slide for now.
While he blew his nose, she went to grab
a towel for his hair. He’d only been out in the open for a few seconds, but in this rain, it was enough.
Stupid
weather, she cursed again as she pulled the linen from the closet before handing it to him. “So, I guess our…”
She was too old to call it a date. “… day has been ruined.”
“Not necessarily.” He smirked
at her – and her insides totally did *not* do a happy dance – and set about rubbing the water from his hair. The
exercise ended with him having more messed up hair than usual.
So he brushed his hair as well? A girl could get used
to this kind of treatment. “What do you suggest then? Do you really want to sit outside for a few hours in this?”
Today
was going to be her big day. She was planning to use the L word today and damnit if Mr. Sun hadn’t just screwed that
all up.
“No, not really. But we can still do it on the floor, you know?”
She just *knew* that he
hadn’t meant that as it had come out, but couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at him anyway. “Oh really?”
“Crap,
that’s not how I meant it.”
“I know.”
“It really wasn’t!”
“I
know”
“No pressure about that whole thing, you know. Sex. Totally not trying to make you think that you
have to-“
“Jack, stop rambling.”
“Because I wouldn’t do that to… you just
called me Jack.”
He could really impersonate a fish when he wanted to. “Yes.”
“Wow.”
His mouth was gaping. “I… uh, wow. That’s really cool.”
Heh. Such a ‘him’ thing
to say. “I love you.” Shit, real smooth Sam.
“You’re trying to give me a heart attack, aren’t
you?”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“I didn’t mean for
it to come out like that.” Talk about your role reversal.
“I know.”
“I’m not trying
to freak you out, you know. With the love thing. I totally don’t want you to have to think that you need to say-“
“Sam,
stop rambling. I love you too.”
Grin.
“So, now that we’ve both made total asses of ourselves,
what do you say to a picnic on your living room floor?”
“Sounds great.”
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