Laundry by Mandarax
Rated T (just to be on the safe side, I guess).
Disclaimer – seriously? It's just laundry.
Author's note – it's 2 in the morning and I have to be at work in 6 hours and there's a huge pile of clean laundry on my bed that I have to fold before I can crawl into the sweet embrace of my blankets. Don't know how that ended up being a fic, but it did.
Summary - Jack watches Sam be domesitc in his home.
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Jack leaned against his bedroom doorframe, slowly sipping his beer. He watched, captivated, as Sam did what she did. He was mesmerized.
Sam had been folding laundry.
She hadn't moved in yet, that would come too, and in the near future, but she was being… So domestic.
He watched as she picked up a shirt from the clean laundry basket and shook it before pressing first one sleeve in and then the other, then folding in the middle. She quickly placed the tee-shirt on the pile of already folded shirts and quickly moved on to the next one.
He took a moment to look at her. She stood in his bedroom, barefoot, wearing just a pair of panties and the top of the two-piece purple Mickey Mouse night set he'd bought her a few weeks back. Her hair was pulled back and she was concentrating on getting all the clean clothes folded and put away – it was the only way to clear the bed of unnecessary items.
He turned his attention back to her actions, afraid he'll drop the beer if he let his thoughts wander down her never ending legs. And the bare feet. Oy, the bare feet.
He watched as she quickly folded a pair of his boxers and put them on top of the boxers pile. Then she pulled a pair of her panties and folded them just as quickly into a nice little triangle of a thing and started a new pile.
She hadn't moved in, but she already had more clothes at his house, in his laundry pile, than he ever had. He wondered idly if there was anything left at her house.
She pulled a skirt from the pile and then a hanger from the bed, catching the skirt with the holders. She placed it on a place of already hanger-held items that she would later put in the closet. She then pulled a black BDU shirt. It took her only a second to figure out it was her's rather than his and she quickly folded it and tucked it at the top of her tee-shirt pile. Up next came a pair of jeans, and then his black slacks that he'd worn to Daniel's party last week. Then a tank top, one of her's. Another pair of boxers. One of his sweaters. Then a bra, oh the black one he really liked. Sweet. Socks, a bunch of them came next and she quickly assessed where their partners were and balled them up.
He watched as she folded, pressed, rolled, and balled their clean clothes until all there was left on the bed were organized piles. She opened the closet quickly, taking a pile of his clothes and fitting it in on one of the shelves. Then another pile of his clothes fit on another shelf. She put underwear and socks in their drawers. Nice shirts on one shelf, every day shirts on another.
Then he watched as she pulled a bag from beneath the bed and started putting piles of her clothes in the bag.
"Maybe you should put those in the closet next to mine," he murmured from the door.
She looked up at him from her crouched position, an eyebrow raised.
"You already have more clothes here than I ever had, and for the love of me, you're doing my laundry." He shrugged.
She stood up and sauntered towards him. "Jack, are you asking me to move in with you?"
He shrugged again. "Makes sense."
She smiled at him from beneath lowered lashes and she snuck her arms around his neck. "Sure does."
She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. He abandoned the beer, lost in her kiss. His arms wound around her waist as he pulled her closer.
Now they just had to figure out how to make enough room for her enormous amount of clothes in his tiny closet.