Chocolate Chip Mint 9, Fudge Ripple 17: The Sun From Both Sides
Title: The Sun From Both Sides
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Chocolate chip mint 9 (wispy), fudge ripple 17 (playfulness), malt (anonymous's heart prompt: Olivia and Jake: chocolate & kisses).
Word Count: 1165.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: "To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." --David Viscott.
Notes: This is pure, ridiculous Jake/Olivia fluff, for Olivia's birthday (which is today). I mean it. Seek not for substance; it lies not within.
Olivia had put her hair up. She didn't usually bother-- she said it was too heavy, and too curly, to hold a style well, and she preferred to just clip it back and ignore it. And Jake didn't mind, precisely. It wasn't any of his business what his girlfriend did with her hair, and it did look lovely falling loose down her back. But he lived for the days when she put it up, the days when he could see the soft, wispy tendrils of hair that curled at the nape of her neck.
Jake loved those tiny little curls.
He reached over now and twined one around his finger, carefully, then rested his hand on the back of her neck. "You look beautiful."
Olivia, who was seated at her vanity and touching up her eyeshadow, paused with a finger at the corner of her eye and gave him a warm smile. "Thank you. You're looking quite spiffy yourself."
Jake glanced down at his suit, which was one of the same three that he wore to work every day (with, admittedly, a nicer tie), and gave a mental shrug. "Thanks. I worked very hard on it."
"You took two minutes dressing," she pointed out, and smudged something carefully onto her eyelid. It didn't have any effect that Jake could see, but she seemed satisfied, and wiped her fingers off carefully on a tissue.
"And?" He let go of her hair and stepped back. "I work in politics with a scatterbrained boss. I do some of my best work in two minutes."
Olivia giggled. "That's what she said."
One of the best damned things about being with Olivia was how utterly innocent she looked and how completely filthy her mind was. Jake had long since gotten used to the things that came out of her mouth, but people who didn't know her could be shocked to the core. He loved it.
"Maybe," he replied, "but it is not what I said." He slid behind her chair and leered at her in the mirror.
"Except you just did," she said. "But I will let you get away with it if there is really great sex tonight."
"There will be excellent sex tonight," he said, in his most meaningful tones, and kissed the top of her head.
She arched an eyebrow at him in the mirror. "Promises, promises."
"If you think I'm overreaching myself, I'm not," Jake informed her. "Birthday sex is always excellent sex."
"Your birthday was pretty memorable," she murmured, and reached for her lipstick. "Still. I will hold you to that."
"I hope you do." He leaned around her shoulder. "Hey, let me kiss you before you put your lipstick on. I'd hate to smudge it."
"You mean you'd hate to show up at the party wearing lipstick," Olivia said, but turned her head just enough to meet his mouth.
"Who said anything about a party?" he asked, when he'd finished kissing Olivia. For the moment, anyway-- he had the feeling he'd never be finished kissing Olivia for good. "I'm only taking you out for dinner."
Olivia applied her lipstick carefully, then snapped the cap back on the container and set it back on her vanity table. "You can stop fibbing. Gina spilled the beans. "
Jake raised his eyes to the heavens. "Oy. I go to all this effort to plan a nice surprise and Gina spills the beans. Just my luck."
"Don't be angry with her," Olivia said anxiously, swinging around to look up at him with huge, beseeching eyes. "She didn't actually tell me anything, I guessed when she said she was busy tonight."
"Joking," Jake said, quickly. "I was joking. Sorry, love, I didn't mean to worry you." He knelt beside her chair and rubbed her back in gentle circles. "Besides, I could never pick a fight with Gina. She scares me."
Olivia, already calming, gave him a sidelong look. "Gina scares you? My old roommate Gina?"
"Yeah." He waved his free hand in a vague circle. "She's so polished. Reminds me of an ex of mine. A scary ex. Word of advice, Livvy: never date a lawyer."
"I'm not planning on dating anyone else," Olivia said, and Jake smiled at her, a warm feeling suffusing his chest. Then she added, "Besides, aren't you a lawyer?"
"No," he said, and clutched at his heart in exaggerated shock. "Olivia, for shame. I am a politician who happens to have a law degree."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You know, some people would say that's worse."
"Some people don't have any idea what they're talking about," Jake said, firmly. "Lawyer jokes aside, I don't actually practice law. I make it. Or help decide on the curricular and extracurricular activities for the children of New York City, anyway."
"A vast improvement," Olivia said solemnly, then broke into a smile. She had the most beautiful smile in the world; it changed her whole face, and demanded a smile back. Jake obliged. "All right, let me get my shoes on and we can go."
Jake stood, and helped her out of her chair purely to touch her. "Will you at least act surprised? We worked kind of hard on this. Even Summer helped."
Olivia paused on her way to the door and looked over her shoulder at him. "Summer, too? Then I will definitely pretend to be surprised. Can't disappoint her."
"Oh, really," he said, and faked a hurt expression-- badly, judging from Olivia's laugh. "What about me? I don't get any love?"
She stepped into her heels delicately, a careful, graceful arch of foot and toe, then came back to him and grabbed his lapels with both hands. "You get plenty of love," she breathed. "Especially if there's chocolate at this party I don't know anything about."
"There will be chocolate," Jake said, with all the fervor of a vow. "There will be chocolate if I have to sneak out and buy some."
"Perfect," she said, and let go of his jacket to tuck her arm through the crook of his. "If you're very good, I'll save some for after the party."
Jake, enjoying a bunch of memories as well as a couple of fantasies, sighed happily. "Olivia, my darling, you just made me a very happy man."
She laughed again, and he looked down at her, only to be hit with the biggest smile yet. "You're so easy, Jake," she said. "Everything I do makes you happy."
"Exactly," he said, seriously. She caught her breath, then leaned up and kissed him, regardless of the lipstick.
They broke apart after a while, and he leaned his forehead on hers: in that moment he honestly felt that if he loved her any more he might burst. "I love you," he said, because he couldn't not. "You know that, right?"
"Hard not to," Olivia said, a little breathlessly. "I love you too."
"Good," he said, and kissed her again.
They were definitely going to be late.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Chocolate chip mint 9 (wispy), fudge ripple 17 (playfulness), malt (anonymous's heart prompt: Olivia and Jake: chocolate & kisses).
Word Count: 1165.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: "To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." --David Viscott.
Notes: This is pure, ridiculous Jake/Olivia fluff, for Olivia's birthday (which is today). I mean it. Seek not for substance; it lies not within.
Olivia had put her hair up. She didn't usually bother-- she said it was too heavy, and too curly, to hold a style well, and she preferred to just clip it back and ignore it. And Jake didn't mind, precisely. It wasn't any of his business what his girlfriend did with her hair, and it did look lovely falling loose down her back. But he lived for the days when she put it up, the days when he could see the soft, wispy tendrils of hair that curled at the nape of her neck.
Jake loved those tiny little curls.
He reached over now and twined one around his finger, carefully, then rested his hand on the back of her neck. "You look beautiful."
Olivia, who was seated at her vanity and touching up her eyeshadow, paused with a finger at the corner of her eye and gave him a warm smile. "Thank you. You're looking quite spiffy yourself."
Jake glanced down at his suit, which was one of the same three that he wore to work every day (with, admittedly, a nicer tie), and gave a mental shrug. "Thanks. I worked very hard on it."
"You took two minutes dressing," she pointed out, and smudged something carefully onto her eyelid. It didn't have any effect that Jake could see, but she seemed satisfied, and wiped her fingers off carefully on a tissue.
"And?" He let go of her hair and stepped back. "I work in politics with a scatterbrained boss. I do some of my best work in two minutes."
Olivia giggled. "That's what she said."
One of the best damned things about being with Olivia was how utterly innocent she looked and how completely filthy her mind was. Jake had long since gotten used to the things that came out of her mouth, but people who didn't know her could be shocked to the core. He loved it.
"Maybe," he replied, "but it is not what I said." He slid behind her chair and leered at her in the mirror.
"Except you just did," she said. "But I will let you get away with it if there is really great sex tonight."
"There will be excellent sex tonight," he said, in his most meaningful tones, and kissed the top of her head.
She arched an eyebrow at him in the mirror. "Promises, promises."
"If you think I'm overreaching myself, I'm not," Jake informed her. "Birthday sex is always excellent sex."
"Your birthday was pretty memorable," she murmured, and reached for her lipstick. "Still. I will hold you to that."
"I hope you do." He leaned around her shoulder. "Hey, let me kiss you before you put your lipstick on. I'd hate to smudge it."
"You mean you'd hate to show up at the party wearing lipstick," Olivia said, but turned her head just enough to meet his mouth.
"Who said anything about a party?" he asked, when he'd finished kissing Olivia. For the moment, anyway-- he had the feeling he'd never be finished kissing Olivia for good. "I'm only taking you out for dinner."
Olivia applied her lipstick carefully, then snapped the cap back on the container and set it back on her vanity table. "You can stop fibbing. Gina spilled the beans. "
Jake raised his eyes to the heavens. "Oy. I go to all this effort to plan a nice surprise and Gina spills the beans. Just my luck."
"Don't be angry with her," Olivia said anxiously, swinging around to look up at him with huge, beseeching eyes. "She didn't actually tell me anything, I guessed when she said she was busy tonight."
"Joking," Jake said, quickly. "I was joking. Sorry, love, I didn't mean to worry you." He knelt beside her chair and rubbed her back in gentle circles. "Besides, I could never pick a fight with Gina. She scares me."
Olivia, already calming, gave him a sidelong look. "Gina scares you? My old roommate Gina?"
"Yeah." He waved his free hand in a vague circle. "She's so polished. Reminds me of an ex of mine. A scary ex. Word of advice, Livvy: never date a lawyer."
"I'm not planning on dating anyone else," Olivia said, and Jake smiled at her, a warm feeling suffusing his chest. Then she added, "Besides, aren't you a lawyer?"
"No," he said, and clutched at his heart in exaggerated shock. "Olivia, for shame. I am a politician who happens to have a law degree."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You know, some people would say that's worse."
"Some people don't have any idea what they're talking about," Jake said, firmly. "Lawyer jokes aside, I don't actually practice law. I make it. Or help decide on the curricular and extracurricular activities for the children of New York City, anyway."
"A vast improvement," Olivia said solemnly, then broke into a smile. She had the most beautiful smile in the world; it changed her whole face, and demanded a smile back. Jake obliged. "All right, let me get my shoes on and we can go."
Jake stood, and helped her out of her chair purely to touch her. "Will you at least act surprised? We worked kind of hard on this. Even Summer helped."
Olivia paused on her way to the door and looked over her shoulder at him. "Summer, too? Then I will definitely pretend to be surprised. Can't disappoint her."
"Oh, really," he said, and faked a hurt expression-- badly, judging from Olivia's laugh. "What about me? I don't get any love?"
She stepped into her heels delicately, a careful, graceful arch of foot and toe, then came back to him and grabbed his lapels with both hands. "You get plenty of love," she breathed. "Especially if there's chocolate at this party I don't know anything about."
"There will be chocolate," Jake said, with all the fervor of a vow. "There will be chocolate if I have to sneak out and buy some."
"Perfect," she said, and let go of his jacket to tuck her arm through the crook of his. "If you're very good, I'll save some for after the party."
Jake, enjoying a bunch of memories as well as a couple of fantasies, sighed happily. "Olivia, my darling, you just made me a very happy man."
She laughed again, and he looked down at her, only to be hit with the biggest smile yet. "You're so easy, Jake," she said. "Everything I do makes you happy."
"Exactly," he said, seriously. She caught her breath, then leaned up and kissed him, regardless of the lipstick.
They broke apart after a while, and he leaned his forehead on hers: in that moment he honestly felt that if he loved her any more he might burst. "I love you," he said, because he couldn't not. "You know that, right?"
"Hard not to," Olivia said, a little breathlessly. "I love you too."
"Good," he said, and kissed her again.
They were definitely going to be late.