A/N-just a little piece of christmassy crap that wouldn't get outta my
head. Carter and Abby live together and this is set in their home. Mostly
speech. Please R&R
"We need to talk." said Carter, as he sat down on the couch beside Abby.
"What about?" she asked him, only half paying attention.
"The fact that you're a wrapomaniac."
"I'm a what?" she asked, chuckling.
"A wrapomaniac. You've been wrapping presents for the past.... week and you seem to be, um, obsessing over it."
"I'm not obsessing, do you have any idea how many presents there are to be bought, wrapped and tagged?"
"A lot?"
"Yes, a lot. My family, your family, friends, people from work."
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"But nothing."
"Oh, there was a but there."
"There was?"
"Yes, there was. "
"No there wasn't."
"There was!"
"Fine, whatever, you wanna have a break from wrapping and have some fun?"
"Depends on what kind of fun,"
"Bedroom fun?"
"My favourite kind!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Carter and Abby lay in bed, Abby smiled at Carter and said,
"John?"
"mmmm?" was his reply.
"Is it a bad sign to think of wrapping presents after sex?"
"I don't think you cross the line until you're thinking about it during sex." when Abby didn't respond he glared at her, "Abby!"
"What?!?! I wasn't thinking about wrapping presents, I was thinking about gift tags. Why don't we have any?"
"Because...."
"Because you didn't bother going to the store and buying them, like I told you."
"I did go to the store, I just forgot the gift tags."
"How could you forget the gift tags? They were the only things I asked you to buy!"
"Yeah, I wondered what I'd forgotten when I came back empty handed."
"Well, I'd better get downstairs,"
"No, stay...."
"Those presents aren't gonna wrap themselves you know."
"Well, if you stay here for a bit longer, I'll help you wrap the presents."
"You're kidding right?"
"No."
"Well, no offence John, but you remember when we were dating?"
"Yeah...."
"Well, all those presents you gave me were, really, really badly wrapped."
"They were not!"
"I've experienced your wrapping first hand, I don't want to make anyone else have to bear with it."
" Well, the people won't look at the wrapping anyway, they just tear off the wrapping paper to get at the present."
"Well, I'm gonna go wrap some presents, coming?"
"yeah, I guess so....."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later, downstairs~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As they sat on the couch together, Abby wrapped and Carter.... watched. After a while she trusted him with the gift tags and after no time at all, all the presents were wrapped and tagged.
"Finished!" cried Abby, throwing up her hands in satisfaction.
"I'd say we make a good team."
"Team?"
"Well, I wrote the tags,"
"Yeah, but I did all the wrapping."
"You know what? This is a stupid conversation."
"Well, you started it,"
"Did not,"
"Merry Christmas John."
"Merry Christmas Abby."
"We need to talk." said Carter, as he sat down on the couch beside Abby.
"What about?" she asked him, only half paying attention.
"The fact that you're a wrapomaniac."
"I'm a what?" she asked, chuckling.
"A wrapomaniac. You've been wrapping presents for the past.... week and you seem to be, um, obsessing over it."
"I'm not obsessing, do you have any idea how many presents there are to be bought, wrapped and tagged?"
"A lot?"
"Yes, a lot. My family, your family, friends, people from work."
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"But nothing."
"Oh, there was a but there."
"There was?"
"Yes, there was. "
"No there wasn't."
"There was!"
"Fine, whatever, you wanna have a break from wrapping and have some fun?"
"Depends on what kind of fun,"
"Bedroom fun?"
"My favourite kind!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Carter and Abby lay in bed, Abby smiled at Carter and said,
"John?"
"mmmm?" was his reply.
"Is it a bad sign to think of wrapping presents after sex?"
"I don't think you cross the line until you're thinking about it during sex." when Abby didn't respond he glared at her, "Abby!"
"What?!?! I wasn't thinking about wrapping presents, I was thinking about gift tags. Why don't we have any?"
"Because...."
"Because you didn't bother going to the store and buying them, like I told you."
"I did go to the store, I just forgot the gift tags."
"How could you forget the gift tags? They were the only things I asked you to buy!"
"Yeah, I wondered what I'd forgotten when I came back empty handed."
"Well, I'd better get downstairs,"
"No, stay...."
"Those presents aren't gonna wrap themselves you know."
"Well, if you stay here for a bit longer, I'll help you wrap the presents."
"You're kidding right?"
"No."
"Well, no offence John, but you remember when we were dating?"
"Yeah...."
"Well, all those presents you gave me were, really, really badly wrapped."
"They were not!"
"I've experienced your wrapping first hand, I don't want to make anyone else have to bear with it."
" Well, the people won't look at the wrapping anyway, they just tear off the wrapping paper to get at the present."
"Well, I'm gonna go wrap some presents, coming?"
"yeah, I guess so....."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later, downstairs~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As they sat on the couch together, Abby wrapped and Carter.... watched. After a while she trusted him with the gift tags and after no time at all, all the presents were wrapped and tagged.
"Finished!" cried Abby, throwing up her hands in satisfaction.
"I'd say we make a good team."
"Team?"
"Well, I wrote the tags,"
"Yeah, but I did all the wrapping."
"You know what? This is a stupid conversation."
"Well, you started it,"
"Did not,"
"Merry Christmas John."
"Merry Christmas Abby."