Blonde Eagle
M
Jude, Jamie
Notes: Set around 'Celebrity Skin'.
Summary: Jude's safety is very important.
Complete
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Big Lou: Please keep at least three feet between you and Blonde Eagle.
Jude: It's my code name.
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"I can't believe your code name is Blonde Eagle. Isn't that more fit for – I don't know, a president? Or at least a president's daughter?" Jamie said, reaching into the takeout bag that was between him and Jude on her bed.
"I will have you know that I am VERY important to G Major. And Speid is the one that came up with it, honest." Jude replied, grabbing a fry from Jamie's hand.
"Sure." Jamie nudged Jude's hand, the pulled away quickly. "Oh, God, we're closer than three feet! Is Big Lou going to hurt me?" He grinned.
"Shut up! Darius and my dad are worried, okay?"
"Whatever you say, superstar."
"Just hand me the ketchup." Jude motioned towards the large squeeze tub next to him on her bedside table.
"Shouldn't you be having some sort of mental aversion to all things liquid-y and red right now?"
"Just paint. And just when it's aimed at me."
"Oh - ho - ho, like this?" Jamie grabbed the ketchup, flipped the lid, and pointed it at Jude.
"Andrews, hand over the ketchup!" She said, reaching to grab it from him. Jamie laughed and rolled on his side, causing Jude to have to stretch over him to reach the ketchup. He reached around her midsection and tickled her lightly right where her shirt rode up above her pants.
"Hey, hey, no fair!" Jude laughed, trying to wiggle free of Jamie's grasp.
"So fair. Fifteen years of being friends equals knowing all your secrets, alright? I'm just using my knowledge for power."
"Oh, so fair's fair, right?" Jude said, twisting to reach under Jamie's arms and tickle him back.
"Ugh!" Jamie said as the arm caught under Jude's body with the ketchup in it squirted him. "This was the opposite of what I intended!"
Jude laughed at Jamie's distressed face as he dropped the ketchup on the floor and looked for something to wipe himself off with.
"Aww, come here." She pulled Jamie closer to her and wiped the splotch of ketchup off of his cheek. "Better?"
"Yeah, better." He said, leaning in a little. "Blonde Eagle?"
"Yes, best friend?" She said, looking up at him.
"Permission to kiss you?"
"You're asking for permission?"
"I wasn't sure if there's a SWAT team waiting to bust in the second I get that close. I could have deadly toxins on my lips or something."
"Right. Because that's what you do in your spare time, concoct lethal chemical combinations. Didn't we leave chemistry behind in grade ten?"
"Well, yes. Listen, I was trying to be cute."
"You don't have to try," Jude said, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips. "And you don't have to ask."
"Point taken," Jamie replied, nodding as he pushed Jude backwards onto her bed.