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Ficlet: J2 + Baking + Kitten
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ldyghst! You're such a lovely li'l bug that I wanted to write you at least a teeny ficlet for your big day! (especially as I forgot about it until you mentioned birthday coffees)
FICLET
J2 + Baking + Kitten
500 words
Jared had his head down, reports in one hand and red pen in another, when Jensen yelped in the kitchen. He took a long pause for any further noise, but none came, so Jared continued on with grading his students' biology papers.
There were a few loud grumbles, one or two exasperated whines, and then Jensen came stomping into the living room.
Jared slowly picked up his head, glasses halfway down his nose, and saw how Jensen's 's black tee was well-fitted, dressed the same whenever he worked, but also dotted with tiny, dusty paw prints. "Now, see," Jared said with a leading tone, "If I were you, I would not work in dark colors. Flour would hardly show on white."
Jensen's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched at his sides, but once Jaredtipped his head with a smirk, Jensen's lips cracked a small smile. "That's not my issue," Jensen said, barely maintaining the anger he'd shown when first entering the living room. "My issue is the cat-"
"Our cat," Jared corrected.
"The cat has taken over the kitchen when I'm trying to work."
Jared faked a frown and wheedled, "She's just a rescue, Jensen. She's still getting her bearings about her."
"You're guilting me, by mentioning the word rescue."
Maybe he was, but he still intended to avoid reprimanding the tiny kitten that stole their hearts just two months ago when the little black orphan was found beneath their porch with just a stump for a tail. The vet had suggested she lost it in a fight, and Jared had immediately pouted, tears watering, at the worry that she wouldn't survive much longer on her own.
Truthfully, Jensen had been touched as well, but he preferred to put that on Jared in times like these.
And unfortunately, times like these have happened more often when Jensen was busy baking.
"She's getting into the powdered sugar and the sprinkles. I can't make the frosted stars without them."
Jared put his things down then went to Jensen, fingers dragging in the powdery prints. "Maybe she's just trying to help?"
Jensen pursed his lips, but relented when Jared leaned down to kiss him. "You could help by keeping her out of the way."
"Okay, okay, okay," Jared said with a playful sigh.
Once in the kitchen, his eyes widened at the mess the kitten had created by walking through mixing bowls and over cookie sheets. At the edge of the island sat Jude, their rescue kitten, with her green eyes adorably wide and dark paws powdered with sugar. She meowed then brought her paw up to lick away the sugar and Jared barely kept in his laugh.
"Please get her out of here?" Jensen asked while purposely facing away from her. "Before I melt from the cuteness?"
Jared chuckled as he pulled her into his arms, her paws shuffling against his chest until she could settle in his hold. She let out a tiny meow to Jensen, who quickly melted and even whimpered.
"Okay, okay," Jensen whined just before leaning in to kiss her head. "I can't stay mad at you."
Jared grinned at him. "That's my boy."
ldyghst! You're such a lovely li'l bug that I wanted to write you at least a teeny ficlet for your big day! (especially as I forgot about it until you mentioned birthday coffees)FICLET
J2 + Baking + Kitten
500 words
Jared had his head down, reports in one hand and red pen in another, when Jensen yelped in the kitchen. He took a long pause for any further noise, but none came, so Jared continued on with grading his students' biology papers.
There were a few loud grumbles, one or two exasperated whines, and then Jensen came stomping into the living room.
Jared slowly picked up his head, glasses halfway down his nose, and saw how Jensen's 's black tee was well-fitted, dressed the same whenever he worked, but also dotted with tiny, dusty paw prints. "Now, see," Jared said with a leading tone, "If I were you, I would not work in dark colors. Flour would hardly show on white."
Jensen's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched at his sides, but once Jaredtipped his head with a smirk, Jensen's lips cracked a small smile. "That's not my issue," Jensen said, barely maintaining the anger he'd shown when first entering the living room. "My issue is the cat-"
"Our cat," Jared corrected.
"The cat has taken over the kitchen when I'm trying to work."
Jared faked a frown and wheedled, "She's just a rescue, Jensen. She's still getting her bearings about her."
"You're guilting me, by mentioning the word rescue."
Maybe he was, but he still intended to avoid reprimanding the tiny kitten that stole their hearts just two months ago when the little black orphan was found beneath their porch with just a stump for a tail. The vet had suggested she lost it in a fight, and Jared had immediately pouted, tears watering, at the worry that she wouldn't survive much longer on her own.
Truthfully, Jensen had been touched as well, but he preferred to put that on Jared in times like these.
And unfortunately, times like these have happened more often when Jensen was busy baking.
"She's getting into the powdered sugar and the sprinkles. I can't make the frosted stars without them."
Jared put his things down then went to Jensen, fingers dragging in the powdery prints. "Maybe she's just trying to help?"
Jensen pursed his lips, but relented when Jared leaned down to kiss him. "You could help by keeping her out of the way."
"Okay, okay, okay," Jared said with a playful sigh.
Once in the kitchen, his eyes widened at the mess the kitten had created by walking through mixing bowls and over cookie sheets. At the edge of the island sat Jude, their rescue kitten, with her green eyes adorably wide and dark paws powdered with sugar. She meowed then brought her paw up to lick away the sugar and Jared barely kept in his laugh.
"Please get her out of here?" Jensen asked while purposely facing away from her. "Before I melt from the cuteness?"
Jared chuckled as he pulled her into his arms, her paws shuffling against his chest until she could settle in his hold. She let out a tiny meow to Jensen, who quickly melted and even whimpered.
"Okay, okay," Jensen whined just before leaning in to kiss her head. "I can't stay mad at you."
Jared grinned at him. "That's my boy."