I...could use some coffee.
Nov. 10th, 2010 01:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitereflectionVery minor accident, but the husband got hit by some woman when driving back to work for middle-of-the-night overtime last night. He's fine, and it's just a little damage to the driver's side taillight and surrounding area/bumper, but now he's got to deal with filing with insurance fun. Her fault, she ran a flashing red light, so he had the right of way. But whee. She must have been traveling at a good speed though, because the hit spun the car around a good 180 degrees, he said. Though it wasn't enough to trigger airbags. Lucky it was so late/early morning, so there wasn't any other traffic, or it could have been something multicar.
http://www.nataliedee.com/111010/i-think-thats-in-massachusetts-or-rhode-island-or-something.jpg
Yeah...
http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/102810/how-does-imagination-work.gif
Fucking truth, seriously. Sort of explains the stuff I've been writing of late, maybe? Or maybe not. (I feel like I should apologize to those that actually read what I do, for it so often being down/ouch :/ Sorry.)
J2 schmoop, random Zombieland references
Day 10, 11/10/10 12:25-12:58
He stinks to high heaven thanks to post-jogging sweat, but Jared's first stop after getting back to the house isn't the bathroom for the shower, but instead the kitchen, because that's where Jensen will be.
Jared pulls off his faded t-shirt, wiping his face with it and tucking it into the waistband of his shorts as he wanders through the house, dogs whuffing quietly to each other behind him as they trot off, probably to the living room to flop on their beds. The scent of brewed coffee hangs fragrant in the air, and he inhales deeply, feeling himself get a little more clear-headed just from the smell alone; Jensen must have made it extra-strong today.
In the kitchen, the lights are off, but Jensen is indeed there, half-slumped against the counter, head against the cabinets above as if he's trying to pretend he hasn't had to get out of bed. He's drinking from one coffee mug--the massive, huge, almost-soup bowl sized one Jared had gotten him last Christmas (as a joke, but Jensen had immediately deemed it the best coffee mug ever, the Holy Grail of coffee mugs).
And even though his eyes aren't even open and even though he's facing away from the doorway, Jensen's already holding out another filled mug in his other hand. He's holding it at the perfect height so that Jared doesn't have to reach for it, just lightly plucks it from Jensen's grasp as he leans in and brushes a light kiss on Jensen's cheek and nuzzles at Jensen's jaw.
Jensen makes some low, mumbling noise in reply to Jared's greeting, something a little more than a grunt, but definitely much, much less than real words. He's still thoroughly in morning zombie mode, but that's okay, because having just gotten back from his run means Jared's all set on the whole Rule #1: Cardio thing.
After taking a long sip of his coffee--black, but very sweet, just likes he likes it--Jared bends to steal another kiss, because, of course, there's Rule #2: Double Tap. Jensen finally cracks one eye open in response, the corners of his mouth quirking up.
*
To be honest, Jared breaks Rule #3: Beware of Bathrooms pretty much every day. But when faced with the temptation that is leisurely showers with Jensen, who could blame him?
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http://www.nataliedee.com/111010/i-think-thats-in-massachusetts-or-rhode-island-or-something.jpg
Yeah...
http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/102810/how-does-imagination-work.gif
Fucking truth, seriously. Sort of explains the stuff I've been writing of late, maybe? Or maybe not. (I feel like I should apologize to those that actually read what I do, for it so often being down/ouch :/ Sorry.)
J2 schmoop, random Zombieland references
Day 10, 11/10/10 12:25-12:58
He stinks to high heaven thanks to post-jogging sweat, but Jared's first stop after getting back to the house isn't the bathroom for the shower, but instead the kitchen, because that's where Jensen will be.
Jared pulls off his faded t-shirt, wiping his face with it and tucking it into the waistband of his shorts as he wanders through the house, dogs whuffing quietly to each other behind him as they trot off, probably to the living room to flop on their beds. The scent of brewed coffee hangs fragrant in the air, and he inhales deeply, feeling himself get a little more clear-headed just from the smell alone; Jensen must have made it extra-strong today.
In the kitchen, the lights are off, but Jensen is indeed there, half-slumped against the counter, head against the cabinets above as if he's trying to pretend he hasn't had to get out of bed. He's drinking from one coffee mug--the massive, huge, almost-soup bowl sized one Jared had gotten him last Christmas (as a joke, but Jensen had immediately deemed it the best coffee mug ever, the Holy Grail of coffee mugs).
And even though his eyes aren't even open and even though he's facing away from the doorway, Jensen's already holding out another filled mug in his other hand. He's holding it at the perfect height so that Jared doesn't have to reach for it, just lightly plucks it from Jensen's grasp as he leans in and brushes a light kiss on Jensen's cheek and nuzzles at Jensen's jaw.
Jensen makes some low, mumbling noise in reply to Jared's greeting, something a little more than a grunt, but definitely much, much less than real words. He's still thoroughly in morning zombie mode, but that's okay, because having just gotten back from his run means Jared's all set on the whole Rule #1: Cardio thing.
After taking a long sip of his coffee--black, but very sweet, just likes he likes it--Jared bends to steal another kiss, because, of course, there's Rule #2: Double Tap. Jensen finally cracks one eye open in response, the corners of his mouth quirking up.
*
To be honest, Jared breaks Rule #3: Beware of Bathrooms pretty much every day. But when faced with the temptation that is leisurely showers with Jensen, who could blame him?
(383)
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