Mail Call, PG, J2, ficlet
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ht_murrayTitle: Mail Call
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tru_faith_lost
Rating: PG
Pairing:Jensen/Jared
Words: ~700
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No ownership or profit claimed or implied.
Summary: Jared likes to check the mail in his flip flops. Jensen worries. Schmoop and cuddle fic. Nothing more.
Mail Call
"Jay, it's like twenty degrees out there." Jensen knows because the little weather donkey thermometer he brought with him from back home (he could never figure out how cold is cold in Celsius) says so. Also, the donkey's yarn tail is frozen stiff. That's never a good sign. "You have to wear more than flip flops."
Jared? He's a little reckless. And Jensen probably has no right to take issue with that. After all, he knew this going in. But that was before he was Jensen's Jared.
"I'm just going to the mailbox, MOM."
"You never just go to the mailbox," Jensen insists. "You stop to read the mail. Then you find out the mail man put some of the neighbor's mail in our box again, and instead of just putting their letter in their box, you take all of their mail and hand deliver it. And just so you know, I think maybe taking anything out of someone else's mailbox is bordering on illegal."
"I know, but what if I'm putting their mail into their box, and they look out and see me? I'd rather explain to them what happened than to have them thinking I go into their mailbox for no reason."
"Fine, but then you stand on their porch and talk for ten or fifteen minutes."
"We keep such odd hours. How else are we going to meet the neighbors?"
Jared would so be telling jokes and kissing rubber pheasants on the deck of the Titanic.
"I'm not saying don't meet the neighbors," Jensen says, tossing Jared a cap and scarf. "I'm saying, if you're going outside in this kind of weather, then dress for it."
"You worry too much."
"You don't worry enough."
"That's what I have you for."
And Jensen does a damned fine job, in his humble opinion. Too bad it doesn't seem to be doing much good.
"But you never listen to me."
"And yet here you are. Anyone else would've given up by now. If that ain't love, I don't know what is."
And what's he supposed to say to that?
"Huh."
Jared logic is an immovable force, no matter how flawed. All Jensen can do is pull the cap down over Jared's ears, tuck the scarf around his neck, and shake his head when Jared slides into his flip flops and out the door. Jensen's got his back.
And his front.
The good bits in between. (Not bitty bits either.)
And for Jared, only Jared, he's even got the piggy that cried weeeee all the way home.
Which of course it does... a good twenty minutes later.
As Jensen's rolling wool socks over Jared's frozen toes and pulling the feet into his lap for what's likely to be an hour long foot rub, he says, "Do you ever wonder if maybe the neighbor lady..."
"Joyce," Jared snuffles into the arm of the couch.
"Joyce, then," Jensen says. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe Joyce likes talking to you and puts her mail in our box on purpose?"
"Did it ever occur to you that I might deliver her mail in my flip flops because I like the foot rubs?"
"Huh." Again. It's either that or stammer through some stupid comeback involving frostbite and body parts falling off. Probably important ones, at that.
Jensen never gave a foot rub in his life before he met Jared, but he doesn't stop until Jared's snuffling into the arm of the couch, drifting fast. He's also never considered himself a snuggler, but he tucks himself in behind Jared and lays his head on Jared's chest. Just, y'know, in case the rest of him is cold, too.
This time it's Jared who says, "Huh," or maybe it's just a snore that gets interrupted by Jensen's hair tickling under Jared's chin.
"What?"
"I love checking the mail." Jared shifts to free his arm and make more room for Jensen. Jensen decides his toes are cold and snakes them down Jared's calves into the cuffs of his socks. It's not fair. Jared's the one walking around practically barefoot in sub-freezing weather, and Jensen's the one with cold feet.
"Tomorrow it's my turn."
"I'll lend you my flip flops."
Jensen hopes Joyce won't be too disappointed.
The End
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Author:
tru_faith_lostRating: PG
Pairing:Jensen/Jared
Words: ~700
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No ownership or profit claimed or implied.
Summary: Jared likes to check the mail in his flip flops. Jensen worries. Schmoop and cuddle fic. Nothing more.
Mail Call
"Jay, it's like twenty degrees out there." Jensen knows because the little weather donkey thermometer he brought with him from back home (he could never figure out how cold is cold in Celsius) says so. Also, the donkey's yarn tail is frozen stiff. That's never a good sign. "You have to wear more than flip flops."
Jared? He's a little reckless. And Jensen probably has no right to take issue with that. After all, he knew this going in. But that was before he was Jensen's Jared.
"I'm just going to the mailbox, MOM."
"You never just go to the mailbox," Jensen insists. "You stop to read the mail. Then you find out the mail man put some of the neighbor's mail in our box again, and instead of just putting their letter in their box, you take all of their mail and hand deliver it. And just so you know, I think maybe taking anything out of someone else's mailbox is bordering on illegal."
"I know, but what if I'm putting their mail into their box, and they look out and see me? I'd rather explain to them what happened than to have them thinking I go into their mailbox for no reason."
"Fine, but then you stand on their porch and talk for ten or fifteen minutes."
"We keep such odd hours. How else are we going to meet the neighbors?"
Jared would so be telling jokes and kissing rubber pheasants on the deck of the Titanic.
"I'm not saying don't meet the neighbors," Jensen says, tossing Jared a cap and scarf. "I'm saying, if you're going outside in this kind of weather, then dress for it."
"You worry too much."
"You don't worry enough."
"That's what I have you for."
And Jensen does a damned fine job, in his humble opinion. Too bad it doesn't seem to be doing much good.
"But you never listen to me."
"And yet here you are. Anyone else would've given up by now. If that ain't love, I don't know what is."
And what's he supposed to say to that?
"Huh."
Jared logic is an immovable force, no matter how flawed. All Jensen can do is pull the cap down over Jared's ears, tuck the scarf around his neck, and shake his head when Jared slides into his flip flops and out the door. Jensen's got his back.
And his front.
The good bits in between. (Not bitty bits either.)
And for Jared, only Jared, he's even got the piggy that cried weeeee all the way home.
Which of course it does... a good twenty minutes later.
As Jensen's rolling wool socks over Jared's frozen toes and pulling the feet into his lap for what's likely to be an hour long foot rub, he says, "Do you ever wonder if maybe the neighbor lady..."
"Joyce," Jared snuffles into the arm of the couch.
"Joyce, then," Jensen says. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe Joyce likes talking to you and puts her mail in our box on purpose?"
"Did it ever occur to you that I might deliver her mail in my flip flops because I like the foot rubs?"
"Huh." Again. It's either that or stammer through some stupid comeback involving frostbite and body parts falling off. Probably important ones, at that.
Jensen never gave a foot rub in his life before he met Jared, but he doesn't stop until Jared's snuffling into the arm of the couch, drifting fast. He's also never considered himself a snuggler, but he tucks himself in behind Jared and lays his head on Jared's chest. Just, y'know, in case the rest of him is cold, too.
This time it's Jared who says, "Huh," or maybe it's just a snore that gets interrupted by Jensen's hair tickling under Jared's chin.
"What?"
"I love checking the mail." Jared shifts to free his arm and make more room for Jensen. Jensen decides his toes are cold and snakes them down Jared's calves into the cuffs of his socks. It's not fair. Jared's the one walking around practically barefoot in sub-freezing weather, and Jensen's the one with cold feet.
"Tomorrow it's my turn."
"I'll lend you my flip flops."
Jensen hopes Joyce won't be too disappointed.
The End
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Date: 2009-04-12 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-12 02:58 pm (UTC)Cute.
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Date: 2009-04-12 03:04 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for sharing this with us. :)
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Date: 2009-04-12 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-12 03:29 pm (UTC)it was more than fun to read this, thank you for sharing! ... *hugs you*
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:16 pm (UTC)that was so cute!
great work!
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:16 pm (UTC)so sweet, and them just cuddling is what I need sometimes ♥
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-12 04:59 pm (UTC)<33
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Date: 2009-04-12 10:50 pm (UTC)Love, Robin
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Date: 2009-04-13 03:33 am (UTC)Jensen decides his toes are cold and snakes them down Jared's calves into the cuffs of his socks.
Okay that is like one of THE cutest things I have ever read <33
Loved this!!
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Date: 2009-04-13 04:53 am (UTC)Loved it.
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Date: 2009-04-13 09:20 am (UTC)Love this!!
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Date: 2009-04-13 06:41 pm (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:13 am (UTC)*mems*
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Date: 2009-04-14 01:08 pm (UTC)I love you for this line alone!
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Date: 2009-04-14 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 09:37 pm (UTC)I wanna a foot rub now- and I hate my feet. Better still, I wanna rub Jensen's feet- or anything else for that matter....
sorry- the gutter called!
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Date: 2009-04-21 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-28 04:48 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for sharing! :)