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longsufferinglyI am kind of in a Jensen/Danneel mood today! Whatever, I do what I want. I guess I also like AUs where Danneel has bad days and Jensen is adorable. I'm also good with that.
The Book Of Love Has Music In It
Jensen Ackles/Danneel Harris, AU, PG, 1175 words. Danneel's having a shitty Valentine's Day. Jensen just wants to help.
"Ugh, fuck my life," says Danneel.
"Your life is fucked," Jensen says obediently, sticking his head out of the kitchen door. "Welcome home. You okay?"
"Never work in a jewelry store on Valentine's Day," says Danneel. "Jesus. I just want to kill everyone."
"Well, sit down," says Jensen, retreating back into the kitchen. "I'm making dinner, you can relax until it's done."
"Thank you," says Danneel, feeling vaguely pathetic. "Have I mentioned lately that you are the best roommate in the world?"
"You haven't," says Jensen, sounding amused. "Mostly you just tell me you're glad that I didn't shiv you."
"Well, you are from the internet," Danneel says. Her mother had been convinced that moving in with a random guy from Craigslist would be the death of her, had insisted on coming to every single apartment to make sure that the guys were respectable. Jensen had won her over in about ten seconds with his Texas charm and his easy smile.
"Right, right," says Jensen, laughing. "So tell me about your shitty day. Busy?"
"Not just busy," says Danneel, groaning. "You'd think that it would be at least kind of romantic, right? I mean, yes, I am single. Yes, Valentine's is not totally my favorite, but I'm happy, and there will be discounted chocolate tomorrow. So maybe it would be nice to hear stories of harried boyfriends who forgot, or whatever."
"Maybe," says Jensen, sounding dubious.
"But it wasn't like that! It was no romantic gestures. The romantic gestures were mostly done. It was what can I get that's cheap, what can I get to make her put out, just give me the first thing you find, and, oh, right, I need something for my wife, and my mistress, and, hey, you're cute, are you busy later?"
"Wow," says Jensen. "I hope you said you weren't. You definitely want to get on that."
Danneel laughs and rubs her eyes. "I don't know. I am just sick of Valentine's now. I have totally become one of those bitter single girls who doesn't want to hear anything about romance at all. Which, you know, it was only a matter of time. Can we get some cats? We should get some cats."
Jensen laughs. "If they weren't romantic, why are they killing your faith in romance?" he asks.
"Because now I am convinced that all men are lying, cheating assholes." She pauses. "I mean, no offense."
"I promise I don't lie or cheat."
"You also don't date," Danneel points out. She's never seen Jensen go out with anyone, other than his heterosexual life mate, Jared. She'd doubt the heterosexual part, but Jared is definitely happily married, and Jensen has assured her that he's straight. In any case, Jensen seems to be good with being single. Which is a shame for girls, because Jensen really is a nice guy.
"Yeah, well," says Jensen, but he doesn't follow up.
"Sorry," she says, feeling bad. "I'm in a bad mood. I'm being a jerk."
"No, I wasn't offended. I'm trying to make sure nothing burns in here."
"What are you cooking?" Danneel asks. "It smells awesome. And complicated."
"Curry," says Jensen. "Japanese style. And rice."
"Wow," says Danneel. She had a Japanese roommate in college and got totally addicted to it. Which Jensen knows. "What's the occasion?"
There's a long pause, and Danneel almost opens her eyes, but then finally he says, "It was on sale."
"Huh," says Danneel. "Well, lucky me. It smells awesome."
"No problem," says Jensen. "Are you awake in there?"
"No, I am sleep-talking."
"Brat," says Jensen. "It's gonna be ready in a minute. You want to drag yourself to the table?"
"In a minute," says Danneel. "Are you going to be offended if I change into pajamas?"
Jensen laughs. "No. Go get comfortable."
Danneel heads into her room and gets out of her stupid business suit and changes into flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt she totally stole from Jensen. It's just more comfortable.
"I need a new job," she calls into the next room.
"Yes you do," Jensen agrees. "Your job sucks."
"I'll get another interview any day now," she mutters. Jensen is getting his PhD in Ancient Languages and works for the department. Danneel is sometimes jealous; mostly she covers by making fun of him for being a nerd, which he takes with good grace. She's really honestly happy for him--he's doing what he loves, and he doesn't have much debt, and everyone there loves him and she's pretty sure he'll be hired as soon as he graduates. It's great. She's just at loose ends herself.
She yawns and heads back into the living room with her eyes closed. "I'm thinking a laid-back evening with--" she trails off when she opens her eyes and sees the room is dim, and there are candles, and Jensen is wearing a nice button-down shirt and khakis. He's put in his contacts, and he's holding a rose, and he looks completely nervous.
"I, uh," he says, with this shy, hopeful smile that almost breaks her heart. "I was kind of too far into the romantic gesture when you came home to stop. So, sorry. I didn't mean to--"
"Jensen," she says, softly, with what she's sure must be a ridiculous smile. "Did you make me a Valentine's dinner?"
"Possibly," says Jensen. He takes a few steps, moving into her personal space. He's suddenly looking a lot happier.
"You could have at least told me to dress up," she says.
"I really don't care," he says. "So, uh, I'm in love with you. I swear I used to date, but--then I met you."
Danneel laughs. "Well, you should have just tried to date me, dork." Then she feels bad for making fun of him, when--he really is the sweetest guy in the world, and she's always been pretty crazy about him. She just thought it would be stupid to fall for him, with the whole roommate thing. So she pulls him down for a kiss, and smiles when he makes a happy noise and pulls her closer. And then he's in control of the kiss, and--wow, he's good at that too.
He pulls back, flushing a little. "Sorry. I've been wanting to do that for--a while."
Danneel laughs. "You really don't have to apologize." She smiles. "So, you made me a romantic dinner."
"Yeah."
"Candlelight?"
"Jared said that's what got him Genevieve."
"I'm pretty sure she just liked his hot body," says Danneel, laughing and giving him another kiss, just because she can. "Any other exciting Valentine's surprises I should know about."
"Well," says Jensen, tugging her over to the table. "I could use some advice on what to get my mistress..."
Danneel laughs and smacks his arm. "God, you're an asshole." She pauses. "Well, except for the amazing grand romantic gesture and the awesome dinner and all that."
Jensen laughs, flushing a little, obviously pleased. "Except for that," he agrees. "Hey, uh. Happy Valentine's Day."
Danneel gives him a grin. "Yeah. You too."
The Book Of Love Has Music In It
Jensen Ackles/Danneel Harris, AU, PG, 1175 words. Danneel's having a shitty Valentine's Day. Jensen just wants to help.
"Ugh, fuck my life," says Danneel.
"Your life is fucked," Jensen says obediently, sticking his head out of the kitchen door. "Welcome home. You okay?"
"Never work in a jewelry store on Valentine's Day," says Danneel. "Jesus. I just want to kill everyone."
"Well, sit down," says Jensen, retreating back into the kitchen. "I'm making dinner, you can relax until it's done."
"Thank you," says Danneel, feeling vaguely pathetic. "Have I mentioned lately that you are the best roommate in the world?"
"You haven't," says Jensen, sounding amused. "Mostly you just tell me you're glad that I didn't shiv you."
"Well, you are from the internet," Danneel says. Her mother had been convinced that moving in with a random guy from Craigslist would be the death of her, had insisted on coming to every single apartment to make sure that the guys were respectable. Jensen had won her over in about ten seconds with his Texas charm and his easy smile.
"Right, right," says Jensen, laughing. "So tell me about your shitty day. Busy?"
"Not just busy," says Danneel, groaning. "You'd think that it would be at least kind of romantic, right? I mean, yes, I am single. Yes, Valentine's is not totally my favorite, but I'm happy, and there will be discounted chocolate tomorrow. So maybe it would be nice to hear stories of harried boyfriends who forgot, or whatever."
"Maybe," says Jensen, sounding dubious.
"But it wasn't like that! It was no romantic gestures. The romantic gestures were mostly done. It was what can I get that's cheap, what can I get to make her put out, just give me the first thing you find, and, oh, right, I need something for my wife, and my mistress, and, hey, you're cute, are you busy later?"
"Wow," says Jensen. "I hope you said you weren't. You definitely want to get on that."
Danneel laughs and rubs her eyes. "I don't know. I am just sick of Valentine's now. I have totally become one of those bitter single girls who doesn't want to hear anything about romance at all. Which, you know, it was only a matter of time. Can we get some cats? We should get some cats."
Jensen laughs. "If they weren't romantic, why are they killing your faith in romance?" he asks.
"Because now I am convinced that all men are lying, cheating assholes." She pauses. "I mean, no offense."
"I promise I don't lie or cheat."
"You also don't date," Danneel points out. She's never seen Jensen go out with anyone, other than his heterosexual life mate, Jared. She'd doubt the heterosexual part, but Jared is definitely happily married, and Jensen has assured her that he's straight. In any case, Jensen seems to be good with being single. Which is a shame for girls, because Jensen really is a nice guy.
"Yeah, well," says Jensen, but he doesn't follow up.
"Sorry," she says, feeling bad. "I'm in a bad mood. I'm being a jerk."
"No, I wasn't offended. I'm trying to make sure nothing burns in here."
"What are you cooking?" Danneel asks. "It smells awesome. And complicated."
"Curry," says Jensen. "Japanese style. And rice."
"Wow," says Danneel. She had a Japanese roommate in college and got totally addicted to it. Which Jensen knows. "What's the occasion?"
There's a long pause, and Danneel almost opens her eyes, but then finally he says, "It was on sale."
"Huh," says Danneel. "Well, lucky me. It smells awesome."
"No problem," says Jensen. "Are you awake in there?"
"No, I am sleep-talking."
"Brat," says Jensen. "It's gonna be ready in a minute. You want to drag yourself to the table?"
"In a minute," says Danneel. "Are you going to be offended if I change into pajamas?"
Jensen laughs. "No. Go get comfortable."
Danneel heads into her room and gets out of her stupid business suit and changes into flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt she totally stole from Jensen. It's just more comfortable.
"I need a new job," she calls into the next room.
"Yes you do," Jensen agrees. "Your job sucks."
"I'll get another interview any day now," she mutters. Jensen is getting his PhD in Ancient Languages and works for the department. Danneel is sometimes jealous; mostly she covers by making fun of him for being a nerd, which he takes with good grace. She's really honestly happy for him--he's doing what he loves, and he doesn't have much debt, and everyone there loves him and she's pretty sure he'll be hired as soon as he graduates. It's great. She's just at loose ends herself.
She yawns and heads back into the living room with her eyes closed. "I'm thinking a laid-back evening with--" she trails off when she opens her eyes and sees the room is dim, and there are candles, and Jensen is wearing a nice button-down shirt and khakis. He's put in his contacts, and he's holding a rose, and he looks completely nervous.
"I, uh," he says, with this shy, hopeful smile that almost breaks her heart. "I was kind of too far into the romantic gesture when you came home to stop. So, sorry. I didn't mean to--"
"Jensen," she says, softly, with what she's sure must be a ridiculous smile. "Did you make me a Valentine's dinner?"
"Possibly," says Jensen. He takes a few steps, moving into her personal space. He's suddenly looking a lot happier.
"You could have at least told me to dress up," she says.
"I really don't care," he says. "So, uh, I'm in love with you. I swear I used to date, but--then I met you."
Danneel laughs. "Well, you should have just tried to date me, dork." Then she feels bad for making fun of him, when--he really is the sweetest guy in the world, and she's always been pretty crazy about him. She just thought it would be stupid to fall for him, with the whole roommate thing. So she pulls him down for a kiss, and smiles when he makes a happy noise and pulls her closer. And then he's in control of the kiss, and--wow, he's good at that too.
He pulls back, flushing a little. "Sorry. I've been wanting to do that for--a while."
Danneel laughs. "You really don't have to apologize." She smiles. "So, you made me a romantic dinner."
"Yeah."
"Candlelight?"
"Jared said that's what got him Genevieve."
"I'm pretty sure she just liked his hot body," says Danneel, laughing and giving him another kiss, just because she can. "Any other exciting Valentine's surprises I should know about."
"Well," says Jensen, tugging her over to the table. "I could use some advice on what to get my mistress..."
Danneel laughs and smacks his arm. "God, you're an asshole." She pauses. "Well, except for the amazing grand romantic gesture and the awesome dinner and all that."
Jensen laughs, flushing a little, obviously pleased. "Except for that," he agrees. "Hey, uh. Happy Valentine's Day."
Danneel gives him a grin. "Yeah. You too."
