A/N: The PMS-y one: Because so many on you were asking for it – Fabric softener and ice cream.
Hope it lives up to expectations!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or it's characters or anything else related to the series in any way, shape or form. This is purely for enjoyment purposes.
ANDY POV
There might be a chance that he doesn't really deserve this. That she's not really mad about the neutral fabric softener he bought as opposed to the lavender one she told him to buy.
Well, maybe she kind of, actually, forgot to tell him, but that's beside the point. He should know by now. That's the one she uses. She never buys any others.
Yeah, so he's standing there. Apologetic look on his face like he knows he did something wrong, and that makes her even more mad. Why is he sorry? It's just the wrong fabric softener, not the end of the world.
Then why is she so mad?
Granted she has had stomach cramps all day. And her back… Aching… Then there's the urge for ice-cream that has been steadily growing throughout the day. And then being stuck in a car with Gail… Snotty remarks about everyone before being questioned in a not-so-subtle way about Sam's skills in the bedroom while interviewing a witness of a car-crash and Sam standing not even ten feet away from them.
She's still waiting for the day when she'll understand Gail's sense of humor.
She's also starting to doubt that that day will ever come.
"I'm not doing this again." He says, slowly shaking his head before turning around to put the rest of the groceries away.
Doing what? What does he think this is? She just told him he'd bought the wrong fabric softener. "Doing what exactly?"
He closes the cupboard and turns back to the grocery bag. Rummages through it before he finds what he's looking for – a box of cookie dough ice-cream.
He slides it across the counter towards her, and it stops right next to the hand she has resting there, and she has to admit that he's got pretty good aim.
But what is this? Does he think that a little ice-cream is going to fix everything?
"Having another argument when you're like this." He says as he slides a spoon over towards her as well before going back to putting away the rest of the groceries. It stops as it hits the box with a soft thud.
Like what? She wants to ask.
And she does: "Like what exactly?" And yes, it comes out in a really childish, look-at-me-I'm-14-years-old kind of way, but she just doesn't care.
His back is towards her, and she sees it shrink slightly as a sigh leaves his lungs. She feels her irritation rise at the sight and crosses her arms over her chest like a stubborn four year old.
He still hasn't answered her question.
"Like what exactly, Sam?"
His back is still towards her, and he brings his hand up to rub his neck before turning around.
He looks slightly hesitant. Like he really, really does not want to answer the question.
He sighs again, and she can't believe how she hasn't noticed how annoying that sigh is before.
"All… You know… How you get… At this time…"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ok, so maybe she's playing dumb. Of course he thinks its PMS, guys always think its PMS whenever a woman is slightly upset. But it's not! It really isn't! She's just had a bad day and he bought the wrong fabric softener. It's actually a very important thing for her…
Or, maybe not really, but still…
There has to be a completely rational reason besides it being a certain time of the month for her to be feeling like this.
"Argh! You're such a man sometimes!" Okay, so she says it in frustration because maybe, just maybe, he's actually kind of right. And she kind of hates it when he's right about things like this.
He gets a slightly amused expression when she says that, which totally gets her more annoyed. They're having an argument! He's not supposed to be smiling!
SAM POV
He kind of knew it would get to this when they had been sold out of the lavender fabric softener at the supermarket. The only reason he bought the neutral one was because he knew she'd get even more annoyed if he got a different brand.
As much as he loves her, she can be really hard to live with sometimes.
He feels kind of guilty for not making the trip to the other super, but he's had a long day at work and was too tired to even think that far when he was out shopping. It turns out that a five car pile-up equates in a whole lot of paper work. Especially when there are more than 20 witnesses.
"I'm not doing this again." He says, with a shake of his head. Two months ago he bought the wrong cereal. One month ago he had gotten home five minutes too late from poker night at Shaw's. And this month, it's apparently the end of the world because the fabric softener has a different scent. He's getting kind of fed up with her PMS rampages over insignificant details.
"Doing what exactly?"
He has prepared though, he thinks kind of smugly as he rummages through the grocery bag to find her favorite ice-cream. He slides it across the counter towards her, hoping that it'll soften her expression a bit.
It doesn't.
He gets a spoon out of the drawer and slides it across the counter as well.
"Having another argument when you're like this."
Ok. He really does know better than to go there, but it's been a long day. He's tired. And he's not in the mood for this.
He doesn't like to argue, especially with her. Whenever they fight there's always that slight worry that she'll freak out. That she'll just go.
He steals a glance at her before going back to putting the groceries away. Her expression is still hard, and her eyes are filled with determination of not letting it go. Apparently the ice-cream was a no go.
He gets to put away two more items before she speaks again.
"Like what exactly?"
Sometimes she really just sounds like a brat, and it really makes him feel incredibly old.
He's starting to think she might actually be giving him grey hairs lately – All the trouble she gets herself into. The other day he was shaving after his shower, and he clearly saw a white hair near his temple.
"Like what exactly, Sam?"
He really does not want to answer that question. He knows she'll just get angrier. Even though he knows he's right. Even though she might even know he's right. She's going to get mad. He rubs his neck to try to relieve some of the tension before he turns around.
"All… You know… How you get… At this time…"
Way to go Sam! Way to sound like a teenager!
"What's that supposed to mean?" She shoots back. He knew it was coming. And he knows that she knows exactly what he's talking about.
He doesn't want to, nor does he have any time to answer before she throws her arms in the air shouting.
"Argh! You're such a man sometimes!"
And that is a lame comeback if he's ever heard one. He knows that she knows he's right, and it's actually a little funny how stubborn she can be sometimes.
The smile spreading on his face is quite involuntary, but he just can't help it. She's adorable when she's wrong.
She's not so adorable anymore when she chucks the box of ice-cream at him…
Luckily police training gives you quick reflexes and he manages to duck away as the box whooshes by and slams into the refrigerator.
It's a warm day and the ice-cream is already partially melted from the trip back, so when the lid flies off as it connects with the fridge door, the contents explode out of the canister, leaving half the kitchen, and, a now not-so-happy Sam, covered in white, cold, milky liquid.
He shivers as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to try and stay calm and not explode.
Then she laughs.
He opens his eyes to look at her, ready to go off at her for messing up the kitchen. She has apparently forgotten that she invited her father over for dinner earlier in the week.
One look at her though, and he can't help but smile.
She's hunched over clutching her stomach, looking up at him with regular intervals before hunching over again due to laughter.
"You think this is funny, huh?" He says, walking over towards her.
"Yeah!" She snorts out between laughs. "And don't you dare come near me all covered in that stuff!" She says regaining control of her laughter and straightening back up while eyeing him suspiciously.
He just smiles calmly before bringing his hand up to wipe away some of the ice-cream that has started to seep down his forehead towards his eyes.
She snorts involuntarily as she watches him, which leaves her completely off guard, and in two steps he has her in a tight embrace, covering her with the white liquid.
She squeals as he does it, but doesn't seem to mind as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him softly.
"Mmmm… Cookie dough." She smiles as she pulls back, licking her lips.
"It's not pistachio, but it does make a fair runner up." Sam says with a wink that just earns him a scowl in return followed by another kiss where she almost sucks his upper lip off.
"Mmmm.. SO good!" She says, smiling as she pulls back again. He smiles down at her, glad that she's in a better mood.
He doesn't really want to ruin the moment, but he knows she'll kill him later if he doesn't remind her.
"We should probably get the kitchen cleaned up and take a shower real quick." He says as she continues licking ice-cream off his neck.
"But this is so much nicer." She mumbles against him.
As good as it feels he's not looking forward to the argument they're bound to have when her dad leaves in the evening.
"It is, but your dad is coming in about two hours, and if you keep this up we won't have time to make dinner before he comes."
He has never before seen her move as fast as she does when she pulls away from him.
"This is all your fault you know!" She says loudly, smacking his arm. "If you had just bought the right fabric softener this wouldn't have happened!"
~THE END~