Fic: Puppy Love, 1/1, Rated PG
Title: Puppy Love
Author: courts
Disclaimer: No one is mine. Oh, but America is real. She belongs to a friend of mine.
Summary: Cook knows David better than David thinks he does.
Notes: The prompt was "Puppy Love". This is total cheese, just so you know.
Puppy Love
Miss America came to live with them on the Fourth of July.
She was tiny and needy and sweet and David loved her the second he laid eyes on her.
"She's half Jack Russell terrier and half dachshund," Cook told him. The tiny puppy nuzzled into David's neck and he giggled at the feel of her wet nose against his skin. She liked to squirm and David held tight to her fat little body as she wiggled in his arms.
"Where'd she come from?" he asked his boyfriend. Cook had just gone out an hour ago to get some milk and he'd come back with the puppy, handing her to David and smiling.
"I bought her from a guy that Michael knows. I told him I wanted a little dog and he thought she'd be the perfect one. The mixture of the two breeds makes them a little calmer than a Jack Russell, I guess. And she'll stay little, so you can take her on the tour bus, travel with her. I didn't think you'd want a dog you had to always leave behind," he explained and it was the sweetest thing that David had ever heard. Cook had put an awful lot of thought into this and David said as much to his lover.
Cook just shrugged and replied, "I just remembered you saying in a couple of interviews how you'd always loved having pets . . . how you wanted to get a dog. I thought it was time."
David leaned closer to Cook, kissing his cheek as the puppy whimpered between them. She reached up and licked Cook's cheek as well and both men laughed.
"She likes you," David grinned.
"Cool," Cook replied as he reached out and pet the little dog softly.
David caught his eye and added, "She's not the only one." Cook returned the soft smile that David was giving him and leaned over to kiss him again.
"I'm glad that you're happy, babe."
They decided that, since it was the Fourth of July, they should name her accordingly. Cook had actually suggested Miss America as a joke, but David thought it was perfect. He immediately declared the moniker the winner and set the little dog down to run across the floor of their shared living room. "America! Come here, baby girl," David said in a higher voice than usual and he caught Cook looking at him fondly and gave the man a smile.
Later, as David watched Cook playing with the tiny puppy and laughing like a kid, he decided that this felt good. She wasn't his dog; she was their dog. David smiled and thought that it had been a perfect day.
July 4, 2008
Author: courts
Disclaimer: No one is mine. Oh, but America is real. She belongs to a friend of mine.
Summary: Cook knows David better than David thinks he does.
Notes: The prompt was "Puppy Love". This is total cheese, just so you know.
Puppy Love
Miss America came to live with them on the Fourth of July.
She was tiny and needy and sweet and David loved her the second he laid eyes on her.
"She's half Jack Russell terrier and half dachshund," Cook told him. The tiny puppy nuzzled into David's neck and he giggled at the feel of her wet nose against his skin. She liked to squirm and David held tight to her fat little body as she wiggled in his arms.
"Where'd she come from?" he asked his boyfriend. Cook had just gone out an hour ago to get some milk and he'd come back with the puppy, handing her to David and smiling.
"I bought her from a guy that Michael knows. I told him I wanted a little dog and he thought she'd be the perfect one. The mixture of the two breeds makes them a little calmer than a Jack Russell, I guess. And she'll stay little, so you can take her on the tour bus, travel with her. I didn't think you'd want a dog you had to always leave behind," he explained and it was the sweetest thing that David had ever heard. Cook had put an awful lot of thought into this and David said as much to his lover.
Cook just shrugged and replied, "I just remembered you saying in a couple of interviews how you'd always loved having pets . . . how you wanted to get a dog. I thought it was time."
David leaned closer to Cook, kissing his cheek as the puppy whimpered between them. She reached up and licked Cook's cheek as well and both men laughed.
"She likes you," David grinned.
"Cool," Cook replied as he reached out and pet the little dog softly.
David caught his eye and added, "She's not the only one." Cook returned the soft smile that David was giving him and leaned over to kiss him again.
"I'm glad that you're happy, babe."
They decided that, since it was the Fourth of July, they should name her accordingly. Cook had actually suggested Miss America as a joke, but David thought it was perfect. He immediately declared the moniker the winner and set the little dog down to run across the floor of their shared living room. "America! Come here, baby girl," David said in a higher voice than usual and he caught Cook looking at him fondly and gave the man a smile.
Later, as David watched Cook playing with the tiny puppy and laughing like a kid, he decided that this felt good. She wasn't his dog; she was their dog. David smiled and thought that it had been a perfect day.
July 4, 2008