Ficlet (Brooklyn Nine Nine): Easy like
Title: Easy like
Author: cookielaura
Characters/Pairings: Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Jake/Amy
Wordcount: 387
Rating: PG-13 for sexual humor
Summary: Jake is ready to enjoy a lazy Sunday morning
Notes: Written for such_heights' fandom stocking. Title from Lionel Ritchie.
Jake yawned and stretched without opening his eyes. He’d been dozing for what must have been a couple hours now - from behind his eyelids he could tell the bedroom had slowly been getting brighter, the lazy January sun finally leaking through Amy’s curtains. But there was no rush to get up; it was a Sunday morning, and he had nowhere to be. The bed was warm, the duvet was thick and he could think of nothing better than snuggling with Amy, then lounging on the couch in his underwear for the rest of the morning, watching reruns. He finally opened his eyes and rolled over to tell Amy of his plans.
Except Amy wasn’t there. And somehow, while Jake had been sleeping, she seemed to have managed to make up her side of the bed, leaving it looking like she’d never slept there.
“Amy?” he called, propping himself up on his elbows, reluctant to get up unless it was absolutely necessary.
Amy poked her head into the room. “Hi.”
“What are you doing out of bed?” Jake asked.
“It’s ten a.m. on a Sunday,” Amy said, looking appalled.
“My point exactly,” said Jake.
Amy came into the room, fully dressed, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sunday’s the best day for getting things done. I’ve cleaned the kitchen, done two loads of laundry, re-organized my filing cabinet…”
Jake dropped his head back onto the pillow. “Sounds fun,” he mumbled, the idea of it all making him tired again.
Amy beamed. “It was. I got so into it that I’m actually ahead of schedule.”
Jake’s head rose back up. “So you have time for something unscheduled?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Amy said. “Did I forget to do something?”
Jake grinned and fluttered his eyelashes as exaggeratedly as possible. “Me?”
Amy rolled her eyes, and made a show of checking her watch.
“Well?” Jake said, arranging his body into something resembling a seductive pose.
Amy finally grinned back. “I think I can fit you in,” she said.
Jake couldn't help himself. "'I think I can fit you in', title of our sex tape," he said quickly.
Amy's long-suffering sigh was cut off by Jake leaning over to kiss her. She gave in and kissed him back, then pulled back the covers, ruining her well-made side of the bed.
Author: cookielaura
Characters/Pairings: Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Jake/Amy
Wordcount: 387
Rating: PG-13 for sexual humor
Summary: Jake is ready to enjoy a lazy Sunday morning
Notes: Written for such_heights' fandom stocking. Title from Lionel Ritchie.
Jake yawned and stretched without opening his eyes. He’d been dozing for what must have been a couple hours now - from behind his eyelids he could tell the bedroom had slowly been getting brighter, the lazy January sun finally leaking through Amy’s curtains. But there was no rush to get up; it was a Sunday morning, and he had nowhere to be. The bed was warm, the duvet was thick and he could think of nothing better than snuggling with Amy, then lounging on the couch in his underwear for the rest of the morning, watching reruns. He finally opened his eyes and rolled over to tell Amy of his plans.
Except Amy wasn’t there. And somehow, while Jake had been sleeping, she seemed to have managed to make up her side of the bed, leaving it looking like she’d never slept there.
“Amy?” he called, propping himself up on his elbows, reluctant to get up unless it was absolutely necessary.
Amy poked her head into the room. “Hi.”
“What are you doing out of bed?” Jake asked.
“It’s ten a.m. on a Sunday,” Amy said, looking appalled.
“My point exactly,” said Jake.
Amy came into the room, fully dressed, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sunday’s the best day for getting things done. I’ve cleaned the kitchen, done two loads of laundry, re-organized my filing cabinet…”
Jake dropped his head back onto the pillow. “Sounds fun,” he mumbled, the idea of it all making him tired again.
Amy beamed. “It was. I got so into it that I’m actually ahead of schedule.”
Jake’s head rose back up. “So you have time for something unscheduled?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Amy said. “Did I forget to do something?”
Jake grinned and fluttered his eyelashes as exaggeratedly as possible. “Me?”
Amy rolled her eyes, and made a show of checking her watch.
“Well?” Jake said, arranging his body into something resembling a seductive pose.
Amy finally grinned back. “I think I can fit you in,” she said.
Jake couldn't help himself. "'I think I can fit you in', title of our sex tape," he said quickly.
Amy's long-suffering sigh was cut off by Jake leaning over to kiss her. She gave in and kissed him back, then pulled back the covers, ruining her well-made side of the bed.