J2 Fic: Apple Wine 1/1 PG
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saoneTitle: Apple Wine
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saone77
Summary: A little misdirection can mean a sweet ending.
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Fandom: RPF
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 898
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: Written for the wine square on my Schmoop Bingo card.
"I'm not lost," Jared says for the fifth time since they turned off the highway.
"Uh huh," Jensen murmurers, his eyes at half-mast and a soft smile on his face.
"I'm not." Jared glares at the Garmin. Their little car avatar is moving steadily through a field of solid white. "We are on a road, right? This is a road I'm driving on, isn't it?"
Jensen snorts. "Obviously the wonders of satellite technology can't penetrate the wilds of northern California. Or, no one cared enough about this place to include it in the map system." Jensen raises an eyebrow and peers at the man in the driver's seat. "Where are we going again?"
"It's a surprise," Jared grits out from behind clenched teeth.
"Uh huh," Jensen says again. He's about to prod for their destination one more time when he spies a faded, wooden sign advertising an upcoming market. He points. "We'll stop for directions."
"I have directions," Jared says, patting his shirt's pocket. "Misha said-"
"You got directions from Misha?"
"Yeah. He said-"
"And you trust these directions?"
"Misha's not actually an idiot, Jen. He only acts like one most of the time."
"And you don't think that there's a possibility he might have sent you on a wild goose chase as part of your ever escalating and more prosecutable prank-war?"
"He wouldn't prank me about this," Jared says. "We both agreed that involving significant others was off limits."
"Okay, so it's not a prank," Jensen still sounds doubtful. "But that doesn't mean that he didn't give you his special, Misha-brand, interpretation of directions." He rests his hand on Jared's thigh. "I don't want to spend this gorgeous Saturday watching you make that face."
"What face?" Jared asks defensively.
"The I-haven't-been-listening-to-Jensen-and-eating-my-fiber face."
"Oh, that's just... great. That's great." Jared scowls. "I eat plenty of fiber."
"Uh huh," Jensen says for a third time. He motions towards the market coming up on their right. "Stop."
Jared's scowl deepens, but he pulls over. He lets the car idle for a moment before turning the key. "Back in the fall Misha was doing one of his bike tours up this way and he found this little winery. He said it was amazing. Romantic. Special. I wanted to take you someplace special."
Jensen thinks for a moment. He knows today isn't a birthday, and he's fairly certain it's not an anniversary of one of their relatioship markers. "Why did you want to go someplace special?" he finally asks.
Jared smiles ruefully. "Because it's a gorgeous Saturday, and I love you."
Jensen grins. "Sap." He trails a hand down the side of Jared's face and briefly cups his cheek. "So what's the name of this amazing, romantic, special place?" Jared tells him, and he nods. "All right. Sit tight; I'll be back in a minute."
One minute turns into two, then three, then four. Ten minutes after Jensen went into the store he exits, a large brown paper bag tucked under one arm.
"Okay," he says after sliding into the car, "bad news or good news?"
Jared closes his eyes and grips the steering wheel. "Bad news."
"The winery is on the other side of the mountain."
"What? How-"
"You took Deer Trail Road when you should have taken Deer Trails Road. How you could have made such a boneheaded mistake, I'll never know."
Jared stares. "Are you fucking with me?"
"No. Do you want me to tell you the history behind it? Because I can. Marge, who works the register on the weekends, is kind of chatty."
"That's okay." Jared hangs his head. "Crap."
Jensen lets him wallow for a moment. "You didn't ask about the good news."
Jared snorts. "Right. Okay. What's the good news?"
"About a mile further up the road there's this picnic spot overlooking the most beautiful lake in the entire world, according to Marge, at least." Jensen leans close. "Between you and me I think she might be a little biased."
"A picnic spot, huh?" Jared raises his head. There's a ghost of a smile on his face.
Jensen grins, opens up his bag, and starts pulling out his bounty. There's an obviously homemade loaf of bread, some saran-wrapped hard cheese, a carton of plump strawberries, and one last item which Jensen pulls out of the bag with a flourish.
"Boone's Farm!" Jared laughs.
"You wanted wine, you're getting wine." Jensen moves as close to Jared as the car's seats will allow. He puts his right hand on Jared's thigh and lets his left tangle in the soft hair by Jared's nape. "We can pretend that we're back in high school," he says, his voice practically all drawl, "and we snuck out to get drunk on cheap apple wine and do other such illicit things down by the old swimmin' hole."
Jared's still laughing but there's a flush in his cheeks that has little to do with amusement. "Got it all planned out, do you?"
Jensen's grin is sharp with promises. "It'll be special."
"You're special."
"That I am." Jensen nuzzles Jared's cheek, but pulls back before Jared can reciprocate. "Now, let's go find the most beautiful lake in the world."
"According to Marge," Jared says, putting the car into drive.
"You were willing to trust Misha."
"True."
"Hey, Jared," Jensen says softly, "it's a gorgeous Saturday, and I love you."
Jared's grin is bright and sweet. "Sap."
_____________
end
Author:
saone77Summary: A little misdirection can mean a sweet ending.
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Fandom: RPF
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 898
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: Written for the wine square on my Schmoop Bingo card.
"I'm not lost," Jared says for the fifth time since they turned off the highway.
"Uh huh," Jensen murmurers, his eyes at half-mast and a soft smile on his face.
"I'm not." Jared glares at the Garmin. Their little car avatar is moving steadily through a field of solid white. "We are on a road, right? This is a road I'm driving on, isn't it?"
Jensen snorts. "Obviously the wonders of satellite technology can't penetrate the wilds of northern California. Or, no one cared enough about this place to include it in the map system." Jensen raises an eyebrow and peers at the man in the driver's seat. "Where are we going again?"
"It's a surprise," Jared grits out from behind clenched teeth.
"Uh huh," Jensen says again. He's about to prod for their destination one more time when he spies a faded, wooden sign advertising an upcoming market. He points. "We'll stop for directions."
"I have directions," Jared says, patting his shirt's pocket. "Misha said-"
"You got directions from Misha?"
"Yeah. He said-"
"And you trust these directions?"
"Misha's not actually an idiot, Jen. He only acts like one most of the time."
"And you don't think that there's a possibility he might have sent you on a wild goose chase as part of your ever escalating and more prosecutable prank-war?"
"He wouldn't prank me about this," Jared says. "We both agreed that involving significant others was off limits."
"Okay, so it's not a prank," Jensen still sounds doubtful. "But that doesn't mean that he didn't give you his special, Misha-brand, interpretation of directions." He rests his hand on Jared's thigh. "I don't want to spend this gorgeous Saturday watching you make that face."
"What face?" Jared asks defensively.
"The I-haven't-been-listening-to-Jensen-and-eating-my-fiber face."
"Oh, that's just... great. That's great." Jared scowls. "I eat plenty of fiber."
"Uh huh," Jensen says for a third time. He motions towards the market coming up on their right. "Stop."
Jared's scowl deepens, but he pulls over. He lets the car idle for a moment before turning the key. "Back in the fall Misha was doing one of his bike tours up this way and he found this little winery. He said it was amazing. Romantic. Special. I wanted to take you someplace special."
Jensen thinks for a moment. He knows today isn't a birthday, and he's fairly certain it's not an anniversary of one of their relatioship markers. "Why did you want to go someplace special?" he finally asks.
Jared smiles ruefully. "Because it's a gorgeous Saturday, and I love you."
Jensen grins. "Sap." He trails a hand down the side of Jared's face and briefly cups his cheek. "So what's the name of this amazing, romantic, special place?" Jared tells him, and he nods. "All right. Sit tight; I'll be back in a minute."
One minute turns into two, then three, then four. Ten minutes after Jensen went into the store he exits, a large brown paper bag tucked under one arm.
"Okay," he says after sliding into the car, "bad news or good news?"
Jared closes his eyes and grips the steering wheel. "Bad news."
"The winery is on the other side of the mountain."
"What? How-"
"You took Deer Trail Road when you should have taken Deer Trails Road. How you could have made such a boneheaded mistake, I'll never know."
Jared stares. "Are you fucking with me?"
"No. Do you want me to tell you the history behind it? Because I can. Marge, who works the register on the weekends, is kind of chatty."
"That's okay." Jared hangs his head. "Crap."
Jensen lets him wallow for a moment. "You didn't ask about the good news."
Jared snorts. "Right. Okay. What's the good news?"
"About a mile further up the road there's this picnic spot overlooking the most beautiful lake in the entire world, according to Marge, at least." Jensen leans close. "Between you and me I think she might be a little biased."
"A picnic spot, huh?" Jared raises his head. There's a ghost of a smile on his face.
Jensen grins, opens up his bag, and starts pulling out his bounty. There's an obviously homemade loaf of bread, some saran-wrapped hard cheese, a carton of plump strawberries, and one last item which Jensen pulls out of the bag with a flourish.
"Boone's Farm!" Jared laughs.
"You wanted wine, you're getting wine." Jensen moves as close to Jared as the car's seats will allow. He puts his right hand on Jared's thigh and lets his left tangle in the soft hair by Jared's nape. "We can pretend that we're back in high school," he says, his voice practically all drawl, "and we snuck out to get drunk on cheap apple wine and do other such illicit things down by the old swimmin' hole."
Jared's still laughing but there's a flush in his cheeks that has little to do with amusement. "Got it all planned out, do you?"
Jensen's grin is sharp with promises. "It'll be special."
"You're special."
"That I am." Jensen nuzzles Jared's cheek, but pulls back before Jared can reciprocate. "Now, let's go find the most beautiful lake in the world."
"According to Marge," Jared says, putting the car into drive.
"You were willing to trust Misha."
"True."
"Hey, Jared," Jensen says softly, "it's a gorgeous Saturday, and I love you."
Jared's grin is bright and sweet. "Sap."
_____________
end
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Date: 2011-03-11 05:37 am (UTC)Nice and sappy and sweet. Love it- even though I was expecting the mutants from WRONG TURN at any moment :)
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Date: 2011-03-11 03:59 pm (UTC)Ah, but this is for Schmoop Bingo not Oh-Dear-Lord-What-Is-That?!?! Bingo. Though that could be a kinda fun bingo too. ;D
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Date: 2011-03-13 02:09 am (UTC)You could still have schmoop and anthrophagous mutants in the same story:) In fact, I now challenge you to do exactly that :)
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Date: 2011-03-11 03:44 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing.
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