More Fluff Fic
Yeay! More AD:JL fic . . .of DOOM!
Title: Bubble Tea Yum Yum
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: Jake Long/ Rose
Theme: #27: overflow
Rating: PG
Words: 841
Notes: This is pure fluff. Yum.
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.
The creases on her face tighten as her tongue darts around her mouth, chasing the sweetened balls of tapioca that have a consistency of something that isn’t quite like pudding, but not like gum either. She is concentrating so hard on what is happening inside her mouth that her legs almost forget to move, resulting in her becoming an annoying roadblock on the busy, tourist and native filled sidewalk of Chinatown’s Grand Street. Jake watches the expressions on her face change from curiosity to confusion, then to something in-between disgust and uncertainty. Her brow furrows further.
“I don’t get it,” she finally says, looking down at the oversized straw jutting out of the cutesy animal characters and bubblegum-pop Chinese writing on the flush plastic seal over her cup.
“What’s not to get?” Jake asks, taking another draw from his drink, letting the flavors of red bean, black tea, cream and tapioca balls blend exquisitely under the crunch of his teeth.
“The cold, mango flavored green tea with heavy cream doesn’t bother me; it’s these weird, chewy balls that get sucked into my mouth every time I take a sip. It’s like a rude intrusion,” she pauses for her tongue to investigate another boba ball stuck on the roof of her mouth. Jake looks at her incredulously. She swallows. “It’s weird,” she says.
“It’s delicious,” he corrects her.
“But the balls,” she whines, awkwardly chewing down on one, “have a weird texture and they taste funny.”
“It’s an acquired taste.” He smirks, “Pretty soon you’ll be addicted and begging the Mac Daddy Jake Long to get you more.”
“I doubt it.” She raises her eyebrows. Jake smirks some more. “And don’t talk like that;” she semi-chides him, “you sound like a drug dealer.”
Jake chuckles at the comment. “Just you watch,” he taunts, “you won’t be able to stay away from this stuff.”
The light turns green and they cross the street.
She takes another sip, chewing some of the strange, gummy like spheres and outright swallowing others. Jake takes this opportunity to point out that even though she said this stuff is weird, she continues to drink it. Rose doesn’t give him the satisfaction of responding.
She thinks back to an hour ago, when Jake suggested they go out for boba. Rose thought it was some sort of magical sweet, clueless of what she was bound to experience. As they entered the chic teahouse decorated with Ming Dynasty teapots and widescreen plasma TVs playing the latest pop music videos from China and Taiwan, Rose felt uncomfortably out of place. She grossly imagined her bright blonde hair stuck up like a sore thumb against the sea of black and bleached-brown and swirling waves of foreign tongues. To say the least, Rose was out of her element.
Jake ordered for the both of them, taking careful measure to pick something her taste buds wouldn’t refute. While the two waited for the drinks to be made, Jake casually exchanged a few words in Cantonese with the pretty, button nosed cashier behind the counter. Rose tried her best not to look jealous as unfamiliar words flowed from his mouth in an eloquent waterfall, spiraling around the room in a dizzying rush, causing the casher to giggle.
She pulls her mind out of remission and turns to Jake for questioning. “What were you talking about with that girl behind the counter,” she asks, trying hard not to sound accusing and ire, because she’s not jealous. Really.
He pauses for a moment to read her face. The clogs turn in his brain as he tries to decide weather she is mad, jealous, insecure or all of the above. He settles for an answer then replies, “I was just telling her it was your first time experiencing milk tea and boba. She said that mango was a good choice for newbie’s, and she also said that you are very pretty.” His smile is so sincere that Rose starts to feel slightly stupid for making such a big deal over the situation. A faint blush creeps over her cheeks and she moves to hold his hand. Hiding her embarrassment, she takes another sip of tea.
“Mmm,” she finally grunts through closed lips. Jake tightens his hold on her hand. She swallows.
“But this is still weird,” she tells him. It is unclear whether or not she is referencing the tea, their relationship, or the thousands of uncertainties, dangers and opposites that surround them. Sensing her meaning, a placid calm washes over Jake’s face and he nods understandingly. He watches with interest as her soft pink tongue darts out of her mouth and her eyelashes flutter as she finishes the last bit of her drink. Jake resists the urge to tackle and kiss her senseless.
“I guess I could get used to it,” she finally concedes. She looks up at him with dewy eyes and a soft smile that makes his insides tumble and twirl.
Jake makes a mental note to always take her out for milk tea with pearls.
***
For those of you who don't know, boba milk tea is like the greatest invention ever. At first it's weird, but it slowly grows on you. I mean, who doesn't like flavored tea with heavy cream? Come on now. Also, thanks to Tech-Man for the beta read.
Title: Bubble Tea Yum Yum
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: Jake Long/ Rose
Theme: #27: overflow
Rating: PG
Words: 841
Notes: This is pure fluff. Yum.
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.
The creases on her face tighten as her tongue darts around her mouth, chasing the sweetened balls of tapioca that have a consistency of something that isn’t quite like pudding, but not like gum either. She is concentrating so hard on what is happening inside her mouth that her legs almost forget to move, resulting in her becoming an annoying roadblock on the busy, tourist and native filled sidewalk of Chinatown’s Grand Street. Jake watches the expressions on her face change from curiosity to confusion, then to something in-between disgust and uncertainty. Her brow furrows further.
“I don’t get it,” she finally says, looking down at the oversized straw jutting out of the cutesy animal characters and bubblegum-pop Chinese writing on the flush plastic seal over her cup.
“What’s not to get?” Jake asks, taking another draw from his drink, letting the flavors of red bean, black tea, cream and tapioca balls blend exquisitely under the crunch of his teeth.
“The cold, mango flavored green tea with heavy cream doesn’t bother me; it’s these weird, chewy balls that get sucked into my mouth every time I take a sip. It’s like a rude intrusion,” she pauses for her tongue to investigate another boba ball stuck on the roof of her mouth. Jake looks at her incredulously. She swallows. “It’s weird,” she says.
“It’s delicious,” he corrects her.
“But the balls,” she whines, awkwardly chewing down on one, “have a weird texture and they taste funny.”
“It’s an acquired taste.” He smirks, “Pretty soon you’ll be addicted and begging the Mac Daddy Jake Long to get you more.”
“I doubt it.” She raises her eyebrows. Jake smirks some more. “And don’t talk like that;” she semi-chides him, “you sound like a drug dealer.”
Jake chuckles at the comment. “Just you watch,” he taunts, “you won’t be able to stay away from this stuff.”
The light turns green and they cross the street.
She takes another sip, chewing some of the strange, gummy like spheres and outright swallowing others. Jake takes this opportunity to point out that even though she said this stuff is weird, she continues to drink it. Rose doesn’t give him the satisfaction of responding.
She thinks back to an hour ago, when Jake suggested they go out for boba. Rose thought it was some sort of magical sweet, clueless of what she was bound to experience. As they entered the chic teahouse decorated with Ming Dynasty teapots and widescreen plasma TVs playing the latest pop music videos from China and Taiwan, Rose felt uncomfortably out of place. She grossly imagined her bright blonde hair stuck up like a sore thumb against the sea of black and bleached-brown and swirling waves of foreign tongues. To say the least, Rose was out of her element.
Jake ordered for the both of them, taking careful measure to pick something her taste buds wouldn’t refute. While the two waited for the drinks to be made, Jake casually exchanged a few words in Cantonese with the pretty, button nosed cashier behind the counter. Rose tried her best not to look jealous as unfamiliar words flowed from his mouth in an eloquent waterfall, spiraling around the room in a dizzying rush, causing the casher to giggle.
She pulls her mind out of remission and turns to Jake for questioning. “What were you talking about with that girl behind the counter,” she asks, trying hard not to sound accusing and ire, because she’s not jealous. Really.
He pauses for a moment to read her face. The clogs turn in his brain as he tries to decide weather she is mad, jealous, insecure or all of the above. He settles for an answer then replies, “I was just telling her it was your first time experiencing milk tea and boba. She said that mango was a good choice for newbie’s, and she also said that you are very pretty.” His smile is so sincere that Rose starts to feel slightly stupid for making such a big deal over the situation. A faint blush creeps over her cheeks and she moves to hold his hand. Hiding her embarrassment, she takes another sip of tea.
“Mmm,” she finally grunts through closed lips. Jake tightens his hold on her hand. She swallows.
“But this is still weird,” she tells him. It is unclear whether or not she is referencing the tea, their relationship, or the thousands of uncertainties, dangers and opposites that surround them. Sensing her meaning, a placid calm washes over Jake’s face and he nods understandingly. He watches with interest as her soft pink tongue darts out of her mouth and her eyelashes flutter as she finishes the last bit of her drink. Jake resists the urge to tackle and kiss her senseless.
“I guess I could get used to it,” she finally concedes. She looks up at him with dewy eyes and a soft smile that makes his insides tumble and twirl.
Jake makes a mental note to always take her out for milk tea with pearls.
***
For those of you who don't know, boba milk tea is like the greatest invention ever. At first it's weird, but it slowly grows on you. I mean, who doesn't like flavored tea with heavy cream? Come on now. Also, thanks to Tech-Man for the beta read.