Clay sometimes has a hard time saying no to Jensen. She may or may not take advantage of this. It's hard to tell with her.
But the time she comes home late one night, soaked to the bone and cradling a three-legged kitten in her jacket, he's pretty sure he's being played.
He's all set to tell her why they can't keep it—they're not here half the time, it'll find its way into something explosive and get itself killed, Roque—but then they look at him with identical, big blue eyes and what the fuck. He did not sign up for this shit.
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, waving a hand in dismissal. He's mildly startled when she practically squeals and the next thing he knows he has an armful of wet, blonde female. For his troubles, he gets a kiss to the jaw and a tiny tongue against his chin and its getting really hard not to grin like a moron so he shoves her out of the room before this gets anymore Hallmark Moment.
He can hear her cackling as she bounds upstairs, most likely to show Cougar her new friend. Clay sighs again and Pooch—who he had forgotten was even still in the room—claps him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, man. The only person to ever say no to that face was that blind lieutenant back on base."
It only makes him feel marginally better.
a/n: don't feel bad, Clay. even Roque would have problems saying no to that.
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