More Kisses!
Title: Perfect Blue
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #29, the sound of waves
Rating: T
Words: 1,139
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.
“It’s weird,” he says, leaning back onto his elbows and wriggling his toes in the sand, “that people park their cars on drive ways, but drive them on parkways.”
Rose giggles at his silly attempt at humor. “Yeah, but who owns a car in New York, let alone has a driveway to park it on.”
“Touché,” he shoots back, mentally giving her props for the witty comeback. “That’s why the Mac Daddy Jake Long has the flyest skateboard on the East side, impressing all the high school honeys,” he gives her a playful wink before shielding his eyes from the blinding sun and enjoys her cheerful laughter.
“Speaking of impressing the honeys, when are you gonna teach me how to skate?” she asks, flashing him a smile that would melt a snowman in the North Pole.
“Right now!” He jumps up wildly, flinging sand every which way.
“Here?” she asks skeptically, “on the beach?”
“Yeah, it’s the best place to learn,” he tells her as if everyone in the world knows this fact.
“But what about the sand? Won’t it get all in the spokes and mess up your wheels?”
“Nope.” He proclaims loudly. “That’s the beauty of learning at the beach, if you fall, it won’t hurt.”
“But,” she starts, unaware that she will not win this argument.
“No buts,” he cuts her off. “What? Is the big bad Hunts girl afraid of a widdle skate board?”
“Am not!” she shoots back at him.
“Uh oh, here comes the Hunts-chicken. Magical creatures run for you lives!” He grabs his board and runs towards the waves, flailing his arms and dramatically screaming all the way to the salty seas.
Rose feels her eyebrow twitch and can almost hear her mental restraint snap. No one calls her a chicken and gets away with it; no one.
“Get back here dragon boy, so I can give you something to really scream about!” she yells at him, but her voice is lost amongst thunderous crashing of the waves.
“What was that?” Jake props a hand behind his ear, “can’t hear you over the sound of the ocean. You better come down here and say it to my face.”
“Eeewwwerrrr!” Rose stomps over to his location with fists tightly clenched.
“I said-” the words stop flowing from her mouth as a firm dragon tail wraps around her mid-section and promptly tosses her into the water like a rag doll. She floats in the murky swirls of sand, salt, and plankton in stunned silence, then wraps her mind around the situation and springs above the surface, finding her footing in the soaked sand.
“You little-” she starts, but as if to add insult to injury, is cut off by a giant wave crashing into her. Jake finds himself rolling on the ground, unable to control his laughter. After two more attempts, Rose finally makes it to the shore, seething so irately that the water is literally steaming off of her.
She crosses her arms and pouts. “Not funny,” she tells him dryly.
“Are you kidding me?” he stifles out between laughs, “that was hilarious. You took the bait like a sucker. You were so mad you didn’t even notice what I was planning, and then BAM!” his fist impacts his palm for effect, “Right into the water!” He places a hand on his stomach to calm himself down from the hysterical chuckles. “Besides,” he continues, “you have your swim suit on anyways, so don’t be crying about it.”
“Yeah, under my clothes!” she screams at him, not taking kindly to his observations. Furiously, she struggles to pull off her sopping wet shirt and flings it onto Jake. It lands with the satisfying slapping sound of wet fabric colliding with dry skin.
“Ouch, that’s cold,” Jake yelps as he pushes the offending garment off of his chest.
She doesn’t pay attention to him, “Now what am I going to wear home? This was the only pair of clothes I brought!” She continues to rant, unaware of Jake’s eyes firmly glued to the site of her glittery pink bikini top. Her hands move to unzip her drenched jeans that are now starting to feel very uncomfortable with all the sand trapped inside. “Ugggh, what is it with you today! You’re acting so weird and pulling pranks. That’s so immature,” she finishes as she struggles out of the last pant leg and tosses the denims towards Jake’s head. He bats it away with ease, keeping his eyes transfixed on her shimmering sun kissed skin and gentle curves.
“What?” She finally asks him, just now noticing his dopey stare. She crosses her arms and arrogantly turns up her nose. “You’re staring at me like I have kelp all over my body or something.” She lifts up her arms to inspect for any impurities. Not finding anything stare worthy, she shifts her gaze back over to Jake, only to notice him sporting a gigantic mischievous grin. Realization spreads across her face as she places hands on her hips and narrows her eyes slightly. “Like what you see?” she coos, the words sliding from her mouth like silk. He sits up with knees slightly bent and pulls at the cuffs of his board shorts while nodding in affirmation. She looks at the ground sheepishly, “So I guess this means you don’t practice skateboarding on the sand.”
“Not a chance,” he tells her smugly.
“So are you gonna tell me that gullible is not a word in the dictionary too?” she asks while a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips.
“I’ll save that for tomorrow,” he says and motions for her to sit down next to him. As she kneels down, he catches a glimpse of the ocean and sky reflected in her eyes, melding with her eye color into a perfect blue. He plants a chaste kiss on her lips then rests his forehead on hers while stroking her cheek.
“You know what this means now, right?” she asks with a playful grin tugging at her mouth. He grunts a “mmmm” in response. “Payback,” she whispers as her fingers dart up his neck and stroke the sensitive flesh behind his left ear. She watches him shiver under her touch.
With lightning speed he grasps her hand and pulls it away. “Don’t,” he tells her, his voice husky and dry, “not when you are so vulnerable right now.” He scopes her up into his lap and wraps his arms around her slender waist.
“Oh, is the dragon having problems with self control,” she taunts him.
“Maybe,” he breathes and leans back onto his elbows, causing her to fall onto him. She picks herself up and giggles, clenching some sand between her toes. He looks into her eyes again and smiles.
“Yeah,” he thinks to him self, “perfect blue.”
FIN
000
So this was supposed to be a flash fic, but turned into 1000+ words. *headdesk* Oh well, at least it's fun cute fluffy smoop that everyone can enjoy. Special thanks to Techman for betaing this so fast. XD
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #29, the sound of waves
Rating: T
Words: 1,139
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.
“It’s weird,” he says, leaning back onto his elbows and wriggling his toes in the sand, “that people park their cars on drive ways, but drive them on parkways.”
Rose giggles at his silly attempt at humor. “Yeah, but who owns a car in New York, let alone has a driveway to park it on.”
“Touché,” he shoots back, mentally giving her props for the witty comeback. “That’s why the Mac Daddy Jake Long has the flyest skateboard on the East side, impressing all the high school honeys,” he gives her a playful wink before shielding his eyes from the blinding sun and enjoys her cheerful laughter.
“Speaking of impressing the honeys, when are you gonna teach me how to skate?” she asks, flashing him a smile that would melt a snowman in the North Pole.
“Right now!” He jumps up wildly, flinging sand every which way.
“Here?” she asks skeptically, “on the beach?”
“Yeah, it’s the best place to learn,” he tells her as if everyone in the world knows this fact.
“But what about the sand? Won’t it get all in the spokes and mess up your wheels?”
“Nope.” He proclaims loudly. “That’s the beauty of learning at the beach, if you fall, it won’t hurt.”
“But,” she starts, unaware that she will not win this argument.
“No buts,” he cuts her off. “What? Is the big bad Hunts girl afraid of a widdle skate board?”
“Am not!” she shoots back at him.
“Uh oh, here comes the Hunts-chicken. Magical creatures run for you lives!” He grabs his board and runs towards the waves, flailing his arms and dramatically screaming all the way to the salty seas.
Rose feels her eyebrow twitch and can almost hear her mental restraint snap. No one calls her a chicken and gets away with it; no one.
“Get back here dragon boy, so I can give you something to really scream about!” she yells at him, but her voice is lost amongst thunderous crashing of the waves.
“What was that?” Jake props a hand behind his ear, “can’t hear you over the sound of the ocean. You better come down here and say it to my face.”
“Eeewwwerrrr!” Rose stomps over to his location with fists tightly clenched.
“I said-” the words stop flowing from her mouth as a firm dragon tail wraps around her mid-section and promptly tosses her into the water like a rag doll. She floats in the murky swirls of sand, salt, and plankton in stunned silence, then wraps her mind around the situation and springs above the surface, finding her footing in the soaked sand.
“You little-” she starts, but as if to add insult to injury, is cut off by a giant wave crashing into her. Jake finds himself rolling on the ground, unable to control his laughter. After two more attempts, Rose finally makes it to the shore, seething so irately that the water is literally steaming off of her.
She crosses her arms and pouts. “Not funny,” she tells him dryly.
“Are you kidding me?” he stifles out between laughs, “that was hilarious. You took the bait like a sucker. You were so mad you didn’t even notice what I was planning, and then BAM!” his fist impacts his palm for effect, “Right into the water!” He places a hand on his stomach to calm himself down from the hysterical chuckles. “Besides,” he continues, “you have your swim suit on anyways, so don’t be crying about it.”
“Yeah, under my clothes!” she screams at him, not taking kindly to his observations. Furiously, she struggles to pull off her sopping wet shirt and flings it onto Jake. It lands with the satisfying slapping sound of wet fabric colliding with dry skin.
“Ouch, that’s cold,” Jake yelps as he pushes the offending garment off of his chest.
She doesn’t pay attention to him, “Now what am I going to wear home? This was the only pair of clothes I brought!” She continues to rant, unaware of Jake’s eyes firmly glued to the site of her glittery pink bikini top. Her hands move to unzip her drenched jeans that are now starting to feel very uncomfortable with all the sand trapped inside. “Ugggh, what is it with you today! You’re acting so weird and pulling pranks. That’s so immature,” she finishes as she struggles out of the last pant leg and tosses the denims towards Jake’s head. He bats it away with ease, keeping his eyes transfixed on her shimmering sun kissed skin and gentle curves.
“What?” She finally asks him, just now noticing his dopey stare. She crosses her arms and arrogantly turns up her nose. “You’re staring at me like I have kelp all over my body or something.” She lifts up her arms to inspect for any impurities. Not finding anything stare worthy, she shifts her gaze back over to Jake, only to notice him sporting a gigantic mischievous grin. Realization spreads across her face as she places hands on her hips and narrows her eyes slightly. “Like what you see?” she coos, the words sliding from her mouth like silk. He sits up with knees slightly bent and pulls at the cuffs of his board shorts while nodding in affirmation. She looks at the ground sheepishly, “So I guess this means you don’t practice skateboarding on the sand.”
“Not a chance,” he tells her smugly.
“So are you gonna tell me that gullible is not a word in the dictionary too?” she asks while a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips.
“I’ll save that for tomorrow,” he says and motions for her to sit down next to him. As she kneels down, he catches a glimpse of the ocean and sky reflected in her eyes, melding with her eye color into a perfect blue. He plants a chaste kiss on her lips then rests his forehead on hers while stroking her cheek.
“You know what this means now, right?” she asks with a playful grin tugging at her mouth. He grunts a “mmmm” in response. “Payback,” she whispers as her fingers dart up his neck and stroke the sensitive flesh behind his left ear. She watches him shiver under her touch.
With lightning speed he grasps her hand and pulls it away. “Don’t,” he tells her, his voice husky and dry, “not when you are so vulnerable right now.” He scopes her up into his lap and wraps his arms around her slender waist.
“Oh, is the dragon having problems with self control,” she taunts him.
“Maybe,” he breathes and leans back onto his elbows, causing her to fall onto him. She picks herself up and giggles, clenching some sand between her toes. He looks into her eyes again and smiles.
“Yeah,” he thinks to him self, “perfect blue.”
FIN
000
So this was supposed to be a flash fic, but turned into 1000+ words. *headdesk* Oh well, at least it's fun cute fluffy smoop that everyone can enjoy. Special thanks to Techman for betaing this so fast. XD