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I wasn;t expecting to write Valentine snippets, but the image of Jenna staring ascance at this attack-of-the-cheap-tacky-triffids bouquet just showed up ad poked me so : here you go.
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Luke came into the kitchen after work to find Jenna staring at a bouquet that looked something like an explosion in a florist that was in the process of colonising the table. He couldn’t have said how long she'd been standing there, but when he dropped his messenger bag on the floor she spoke without even looking round.
"I've got to dump him"
Trapped between 'who?' and 'why?' Luke ended up with "Huh?"
"Hadrian. I've got to dump him. And that means Jasmine too. Fuck"
For all the strength of her language Jenna's voice was still pretty much distracted and vague, and she hadn’t looked away from the giant red and white monstrosity.
Luke decided to go for distraction, brushing past her towards the kettle. "And good evening to you too Luke, and how was work today." He teased as he passed.
"Hey." Jenna caught his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Sorry babes. Just – what was he thinking? Coffee, please – my beans not Walker's crap – " she responded to Luke's enquiring gesture without breaking stream. "It's not even like they're from both of them, you know? Plus they show evidence of a huge lack of taste, I mean – who sends red roses and chrysanthemums for Christ's sake? On Valentines? Lilies, or tulips, or something with a bit of class, but chrysanthemums? In the language of flowers that bouquet is sky-writing 'I'm obsessive and I have no style or imagination', right?"
Luke was smiling right up until he realised that Jenna was waiting for him to say something. "Um. I guess?" He was suddenly really glad that Walker wasn't a girl and more or less agreed that blowjobs were the perfect gift for all occasions, because he wasn’t quite seeing the problem with roses in general.
"Oh no – there's no guess there – they do. I'm going to have to get rid of him. Honestly. Some men! I bet he never even told Jasmine he was sending these, and I hate having to cause ripples, but that's not right. What part of casual-but-regular participant in their sex life does he think means roses and fricking cherry liqueur chocolates on valentines?"
She caught Luke's smile as she took the coffee mug, drawing in a deep breath of the fragrant steam. "What are you smiling at? "
"Nothing!" he protested, wrapping his hands around his own mug and leaning back on the counter.
"Liar"
""Well – ok – one question. Is it the ugly cheesy gifts, or the fact that he sent them to you and not to her?"
"Oh both!" Jenna responded with feeling. "I mean, maybe he sent her the rest of the flower stall complete with fluffy teddies and pink Champaign, which would be bad enough but if he didn't…. No – this just confirms it. It's not going to work out, and – better to cut and run now."
"I guess. I thought you guys had it all figured out – like how you were going to work things?"
"We did – and this sort of thing was just not in the rules. She's his primary – they are each other's first, main, important relationship. I'm just along for a bit of fun, you know? I'm happy with that, they're happy with that … this sort of thing just freaks me the hell out."
That was definitely Jenna's 'God people are idiots why do I put up with them' voice, and not actually that indicative of freaking out or being particularly upset.
"So, what's the plan then?"
"You are going to get on with cooking dinner, while I try and salvage something half way respectable from this nightmare," She waved towards the table. "And then, when I see them next week we'll have a little chat and that, as they say, will be that. And don't worry, I have a date with a bottle of good white wine and some very expensive bath products later, so I won’t be cramping whatever it is you have planned for Walker."
"What makes you think I have a plan?"
"I've seen you in the same room as him more than once in the past couple of months maybe?"
"You got me." Luke could feel himself grinning. "I was thinking body shots"
"Can the details, you, and you'd better have brought your own Tequila because mine's off limits."
Her smile and the nudge of her hip against his as she put down her mug and went back to the flowers was all the seal of approval he needed.
Other parts of Scatter Pattern, Luke and Walker's story, can be found indexed here.
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Luke came into the kitchen after work to find Jenna staring at a bouquet that looked something like an explosion in a florist that was in the process of colonising the table. He couldn’t have said how long she'd been standing there, but when he dropped his messenger bag on the floor she spoke without even looking round.
"I've got to dump him"
Trapped between 'who?' and 'why?' Luke ended up with "Huh?"
"Hadrian. I've got to dump him. And that means Jasmine too. Fuck"
For all the strength of her language Jenna's voice was still pretty much distracted and vague, and she hadn’t looked away from the giant red and white monstrosity.
Luke decided to go for distraction, brushing past her towards the kettle. "And good evening to you too Luke, and how was work today." He teased as he passed.
"Hey." Jenna caught his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Sorry babes. Just – what was he thinking? Coffee, please – my beans not Walker's crap – " she responded to Luke's enquiring gesture without breaking stream. "It's not even like they're from both of them, you know? Plus they show evidence of a huge lack of taste, I mean – who sends red roses and chrysanthemums for Christ's sake? On Valentines? Lilies, or tulips, or something with a bit of class, but chrysanthemums? In the language of flowers that bouquet is sky-writing 'I'm obsessive and I have no style or imagination', right?"
Luke was smiling right up until he realised that Jenna was waiting for him to say something. "Um. I guess?" He was suddenly really glad that Walker wasn't a girl and more or less agreed that blowjobs were the perfect gift for all occasions, because he wasn’t quite seeing the problem with roses in general.
"Oh no – there's no guess there – they do. I'm going to have to get rid of him. Honestly. Some men! I bet he never even told Jasmine he was sending these, and I hate having to cause ripples, but that's not right. What part of casual-but-regular participant in their sex life does he think means roses and fricking cherry liqueur chocolates on valentines?"
She caught Luke's smile as she took the coffee mug, drawing in a deep breath of the fragrant steam. "What are you smiling at? "
"Nothing!" he protested, wrapping his hands around his own mug and leaning back on the counter.
"Liar"
""Well – ok – one question. Is it the ugly cheesy gifts, or the fact that he sent them to you and not to her?"
"Oh both!" Jenna responded with feeling. "I mean, maybe he sent her the rest of the flower stall complete with fluffy teddies and pink Champaign, which would be bad enough but if he didn't…. No – this just confirms it. It's not going to work out, and – better to cut and run now."
"I guess. I thought you guys had it all figured out – like how you were going to work things?"
"We did – and this sort of thing was just not in the rules. She's his primary – they are each other's first, main, important relationship. I'm just along for a bit of fun, you know? I'm happy with that, they're happy with that … this sort of thing just freaks me the hell out."
That was definitely Jenna's 'God people are idiots why do I put up with them' voice, and not actually that indicative of freaking out or being particularly upset.
"So, what's the plan then?"
"You are going to get on with cooking dinner, while I try and salvage something half way respectable from this nightmare," She waved towards the table. "And then, when I see them next week we'll have a little chat and that, as they say, will be that. And don't worry, I have a date with a bottle of good white wine and some very expensive bath products later, so I won’t be cramping whatever it is you have planned for Walker."
"What makes you think I have a plan?"
"I've seen you in the same room as him more than once in the past couple of months maybe?"
"You got me." Luke could feel himself grinning. "I was thinking body shots"
"Can the details, you, and you'd better have brought your own Tequila because mine's off limits."
Her smile and the nudge of her hip against his as she put down her mug and went back to the flowers was all the seal of approval he needed.
Other parts of Scatter Pattern, Luke and Walker's story, can be found indexed here.
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...unless he looks good in a gladiator kilt.... >:D
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Thank you sweetpea ;)
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Cooooool! *ahem*
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*smooch* - thank you!