Fanfic -- Sentinel
Dated to December 22, 2004
Summary: Sentinel Snippet. Established relationship.
Author’s Notes: Don’t ask. Seriously, don’t ask. I’ve got nothing.
Disclaimer: You know, I don't think I've ever even *seen* the show, much less own it. This is based on common ways of writing writing this relationship in fanfic.
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: PG-13
Big Ole Pussycat
“Are you purring?”
I was, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. Instead I ran my fingers through the long curls of his hair, hoping to distract him.
“No.”
“You are, aren’t you? You’re purring. This is totally cool, man,” he continued, ignoring my negation. My Guide knew me too well.
“Chief, I’m not purring,” I repeated. He paused, then pouted up at me. If it hadn’t been for the sly glint in his eyes, I might have been fooled into thinking he was hurt.
“Wasn’t that good enough to warrant purring?”
I groaned.
“Blair, if anyone could make me purr, it would be you.”
“But I’m still not good enough, is that it?”
Anger flickered in his eyes and I winced. Maybe he wasn’t faking; my hands turned soothing on him. He huffed but sank back down to my chest.
“Blair - Chief… Look, I was purring, okay? You’re the only person who’s ever been able to make me purr.”
“You were purring?”
I shrugged under him.
“Yeah.”
“I knew it!”
He shot me an exuberant grin. Okay, so I didn’t quite have reading my Guide down yet. I was working on it.
“Yeah, you were right, Chief.”
Awesome, man!”
I sighed.
“You aren’t going to add this to your dissertation, are you?”
“Nah, I don’t think it’s a Sentinel thing.”
I glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What else could it be?”
“Okay, you know how your spirit animal is a panther?”
“And yours is a wolf, I got that part,” I agreed patiently.
“So, what’s a panther?”
“Uh…”
“A big ole pussycat. A fierce, sleek, giant predator, yeah, but underneath - big ole pussycat.”
I paused to consider that.
“Chief, I’m not a cat.”
“Of course not, big guy,” he assured me. I got the feeling he was being patronizing. “You’re just like a cat.”
I grumbled under my breath, but he ignored me. After a while, he drifted off to sleep. I listened to him, slowing my caresses until I could stop without startling him awake. His breathing was soft and even, his heartbeat stable and quiet. I smiled.
So I was a big ole pussycat. I was Blair’s big ole pussycat, and I could live with that.
Summary: Sentinel Snippet. Established relationship.
Author’s Notes: Don’t ask. Seriously, don’t ask. I’ve got nothing.
Disclaimer: You know, I don't think I've ever even *seen* the show, much less own it. This is based on common ways of writing writing this relationship in fanfic.
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: PG-13
Big Ole Pussycat
“Are you purring?”
I was, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. Instead I ran my fingers through the long curls of his hair, hoping to distract him.
“No.”
“You are, aren’t you? You’re purring. This is totally cool, man,” he continued, ignoring my negation. My Guide knew me too well.
“Chief, I’m not purring,” I repeated. He paused, then pouted up at me. If it hadn’t been for the sly glint in his eyes, I might have been fooled into thinking he was hurt.
“Wasn’t that good enough to warrant purring?”
I groaned.
“Blair, if anyone could make me purr, it would be you.”
“But I’m still not good enough, is that it?”
Anger flickered in his eyes and I winced. Maybe he wasn’t faking; my hands turned soothing on him. He huffed but sank back down to my chest.
“Blair - Chief… Look, I was purring, okay? You’re the only person who’s ever been able to make me purr.”
“You were purring?”
I shrugged under him.
“Yeah.”
“I knew it!”
He shot me an exuberant grin. Okay, so I didn’t quite have reading my Guide down yet. I was working on it.
“Yeah, you were right, Chief.”
Awesome, man!”
I sighed.
“You aren’t going to add this to your dissertation, are you?”
“Nah, I don’t think it’s a Sentinel thing.”
I glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What else could it be?”
“Okay, you know how your spirit animal is a panther?”
“And yours is a wolf, I got that part,” I agreed patiently.
“So, what’s a panther?”
“Uh…”
“A big ole pussycat. A fierce, sleek, giant predator, yeah, but underneath - big ole pussycat.”
I paused to consider that.
“Chief, I’m not a cat.”
“Of course not, big guy,” he assured me. I got the feeling he was being patronizing. “You’re just like a cat.”
I grumbled under my breath, but he ignored me. After a while, he drifted off to sleep. I listened to him, slowing my caresses until I could stop without startling him awake. His breathing was soft and even, his heartbeat stable and quiet. I smiled.
So I was a big ole pussycat. I was Blair’s big ole pussycat, and I could live with that.