Birthday fic
This is for enchanteresse, who doesn't like being reminded of birthdays, but who does enjoy birthday smut.
*grins* enjoy!
"Jim."
The annoying buzzing sound was getting increasingly louder and more irritating. Jim tried to swat at the source of the sound only to encounter empty air. He grumbled and let his hand fall against the empty pillow next to him with a thud.
Amused laughter met his ears. "Turn down your hearing a bit, Jim, and open your eyes."
*More grumbling* "Chief, I told you about being cheerful in the morning. Especially today. It's justifiable homicide; I looked it up in the regs."
*More laughter* "What would Simon say? You know he hates extra paperwork. Besides, who else would sneak him the contraband Cuban cigars?"
*Grunt* *Grumble* *Mutters* "I'd do the paperwork myself. And one of these days, I'm going to find your source and outbid you and get them myself, and then where will you be? Out of Simon's good graces. Again."
"Hey, you don't think he's *really* still mad about the--" pausing to think a moment, "Yeah, he's probably still mad. Better stock up on extra cigars. Anyway, open your eyes. I promised you birthday cake for breakfast, remember?"
*Loud grumbles* "Chief, I swear, if you baked it with seaweed or carob or something equally weird, I'll shoot you."
"I didn't bake it."
*Very annoyed and petulant tone* "Wait a min, you promised me--" Jim finally opened his eyes, widening as he took in the delicious sight of his lover. Chocolate. Whipped Cream. Sprinkles. Holding a pint of ice cream in one hand, and a candle in the other.
Smirking wickedly, Blair came nearer to the bed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought you might like to eat birthday cake off me. Then I decided to skip the cake part and just smear myself with the icing and toppings. Now let me light your candle so you can make a wish and blow it out."
Very hungry predatory growl "I know something else I'd rather blow!" Fully awake now, Jim pulled Blair, ice cream and all, onto the bed, onto his back. Leaning down to lick at the smear of chocolate Blair had so thoughtfully placed on this lips, Jim growled again. "Mine."
Blair smiled up at Jim, "Happy Birthday, love."
*grins* enjoy!
"Jim."
The annoying buzzing sound was getting increasingly louder and more irritating. Jim tried to swat at the source of the sound only to encounter empty air. He grumbled and let his hand fall against the empty pillow next to him with a thud.
Amused laughter met his ears. "Turn down your hearing a bit, Jim, and open your eyes."
*More grumbling* "Chief, I told you about being cheerful in the morning. Especially today. It's justifiable homicide; I looked it up in the regs."
*More laughter* "What would Simon say? You know he hates extra paperwork. Besides, who else would sneak him the contraband Cuban cigars?"
*Grunt* *Grumble* *Mutters* "I'd do the paperwork myself. And one of these days, I'm going to find your source and outbid you and get them myself, and then where will you be? Out of Simon's good graces. Again."
"Hey, you don't think he's *really* still mad about the--" pausing to think a moment, "Yeah, he's probably still mad. Better stock up on extra cigars. Anyway, open your eyes. I promised you birthday cake for breakfast, remember?"
*Loud grumbles* "Chief, I swear, if you baked it with seaweed or carob or something equally weird, I'll shoot you."
"I didn't bake it."
*Very annoyed and petulant tone* "Wait a min, you promised me--" Jim finally opened his eyes, widening as he took in the delicious sight of his lover. Chocolate. Whipped Cream. Sprinkles. Holding a pint of ice cream in one hand, and a candle in the other.
Smirking wickedly, Blair came nearer to the bed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought you might like to eat birthday cake off me. Then I decided to skip the cake part and just smear myself with the icing and toppings. Now let me light your candle so you can make a wish and blow it out."
Very hungry predatory growl "I know something else I'd rather blow!" Fully awake now, Jim pulled Blair, ice cream and all, onto the bed, onto his back. Leaning down to lick at the smear of chocolate Blair had so thoughtfully placed on this lips, Jim growled again. "Mine."
Blair smiled up at Jim, "Happy Birthday, love."