Challenge Fic
OK, I really don't write much and this isn't my best work. But dammit, 
jackvalentino was and is my brother and I would feel terrible if I didn't manage to participate at least once in the Watching You, Watching Me - Jack Valentino Memorial Challenge. And Pwincess, you can consider this a bit of a late writing anniversary gift. ;o)
Title: I don't know. Any suggestions?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Jack/Samantha
Summary: Denzel is on a mission...
Denzel crouched low to the ground and listened carefully. It was almost time. Samantha’s howls were getting louder and more frequent, any moment now it would be time to make his move. There! Her cries stopped and he belly crawled forward towards her bedroom door.
Carefully he poked his nose into the room and peered around the door. Samantha lay back on the bed panting, her face flushed. The red rose she’d held tightly floated to the floor as her hand fell limply at her side. He could see his target. Bonus! Samantha was still wearing it. He loved it when that happened. Denzel always got extra treats in cases like that.
Denzel settled down to the ground and waited. Samantha seemed to be regaining her breath and soon he could make the retrieval.
Samantha finally rose from the bed and pulled her soaked panties off. She dropped them to the ground as she walked to the bathroom. Denzel eyes followed the downward progress of his target.
The bathroom door shut and he could hear the sounds of the shower starting up. It was time. He jumped up and dashed into the room. Grabbing the damp panties, he skidded to a halt, spun around and darted from the room.
Quickly he trotted through the house to his pet door and headed outside. Picking up speed, he galloped across the field towards the wooded area on the edge of his territory.
He could see him now, standing by a tree with a pair of binoculars hanging limply by his side. A trickle of smoke rose up from the lit cigarette in his mouth as his lips curled up in a smile when he saw Denzel running towards him.
As Denzel reached him, the man crouched down and took the silk material carefully from the dog’s mouth. He gave Denzel a quick scratch behind the ears and rose.
Slowly and reverently, he raised the panties up to his face, as though he were partaking in the holiest of ceremonies. He buried his nose into the fabric and breathed deeply. His breathe came out in a shuddering sigh and murmured “My Samantha”.
Denzel twitched an ear and watched the man inhale his mate’s scent again and again. It seemed a little ridiculous to him. Why didn’t he simply approach the house and show his mate who was alpha? Some well placed nips and she would have followed him anywhere he wished.
The man looked down at Denzel and chuckled, as though he knew what the animal was thinking. “Trust me, boy. This is the way it has to be. She has to come to me willingly and in her own time. It will happen. I can be patient. For as long as it takes, I will watch over her and wait.” He waved the panties and winked at the shepherd. “And continue to add to my collection with your help”.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some high quality jerky treats. Denzel’s eyes lit up. He loved those!
“Good boy,” praised Jack as he tossed them into the air. Denzel leaped up and snatched them in mid-flight. Wagging his tail, he accepted the package of new panties Jack handed him and headed back to the house.
Jack raised the binoculars to his eyes and aimed them towards the house again. There she was. His Goddess, her hair still damp from the shower. Clad only in a towel, skin still damp from her shower. She looked absolutely perfect. And pissed as hell as she searched her room for yet another pair of lingerie which had inexplicably disappeared.
jackvalentino was and is my brother and I would feel terrible if I didn't manage to participate at least once in the Watching You, Watching Me - Jack Valentino Memorial Challenge. And Pwincess, you can consider this a bit of a late writing anniversary gift. ;o)
Title: I don't know. Any suggestions?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Jack/Samantha
Summary: Denzel is on a mission...
Denzel crouched low to the ground and listened carefully. It was almost time. Samantha’s howls were getting louder and more frequent, any moment now it would be time to make his move. There! Her cries stopped and he belly crawled forward towards her bedroom door.
Carefully he poked his nose into the room and peered around the door. Samantha lay back on the bed panting, her face flushed. The red rose she’d held tightly floated to the floor as her hand fell limply at her side. He could see his target. Bonus! Samantha was still wearing it. He loved it when that happened. Denzel always got extra treats in cases like that.
Denzel settled down to the ground and waited. Samantha seemed to be regaining her breath and soon he could make the retrieval.
Samantha finally rose from the bed and pulled her soaked panties off. She dropped them to the ground as she walked to the bathroom. Denzel eyes followed the downward progress of his target.
The bathroom door shut and he could hear the sounds of the shower starting up. It was time. He jumped up and dashed into the room. Grabbing the damp panties, he skidded to a halt, spun around and darted from the room.
Quickly he trotted through the house to his pet door and headed outside. Picking up speed, he galloped across the field towards the wooded area on the edge of his territory.
He could see him now, standing by a tree with a pair of binoculars hanging limply by his side. A trickle of smoke rose up from the lit cigarette in his mouth as his lips curled up in a smile when he saw Denzel running towards him.
As Denzel reached him, the man crouched down and took the silk material carefully from the dog’s mouth. He gave Denzel a quick scratch behind the ears and rose.
Slowly and reverently, he raised the panties up to his face, as though he were partaking in the holiest of ceremonies. He buried his nose into the fabric and breathed deeply. His breathe came out in a shuddering sigh and murmured “My Samantha”.
Denzel twitched an ear and watched the man inhale his mate’s scent again and again. It seemed a little ridiculous to him. Why didn’t he simply approach the house and show his mate who was alpha? Some well placed nips and she would have followed him anywhere he wished.
The man looked down at Denzel and chuckled, as though he knew what the animal was thinking. “Trust me, boy. This is the way it has to be. She has to come to me willingly and in her own time. It will happen. I can be patient. For as long as it takes, I will watch over her and wait.” He waved the panties and winked at the shepherd. “And continue to add to my collection with your help”.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some high quality jerky treats. Denzel’s eyes lit up. He loved those!
“Good boy,” praised Jack as he tossed them into the air. Denzel leaped up and snatched them in mid-flight. Wagging his tail, he accepted the package of new panties Jack handed him and headed back to the house.
Jack raised the binoculars to his eyes and aimed them towards the house again. There she was. His Goddess, her hair still damp from the shower. Clad only in a towel, skin still damp from her shower. She looked absolutely perfect. And pissed as hell as she searched her room for yet another pair of lingerie which had inexplicably disappeared.