Prompt: Pink

Ratings: K+(wow two in a row)

Spoilers: none

Warnings: none

Setting: post 3x09

Relationship status: established

"They're pink, Joss!" John growled as he paced back and forth the length of the laundry room. Joss tried really hard to not smile, as she swallowed a few times to keep from laughing out loud. "Pink!" he uttered again as if she hadn't heard him the first time. He glared at the washing machine as if it was its fault why a red sock had found its way inside of it to turn all his dress shirts, undershirts, and socks pink.

"What's wrong with pink?" Joss questioned because she just wanted the explosion she was going to receive at the innocent question. He turned to look at her.

"What's wrong with pink, Joss, they're pink! My clothes aren't supposed to be pink they're supposed to be white!" he stated with a motion of his arm. She giggled softly enjoying the display.

"John, you should have looked at the bottom of the washing machine before you put your laundry in the washing machine."

"Joss, you left a red sock in the washing machine! Didn't you look when you realized you were missing one?" he snapped and she smiled sweetly.

"Nope,"

"I can't go out in public wearing these, I have to go shopping." He actually cringed at the idea. She laughed. John hated shopping. "Better yet, maybe you go for me since you left your sock in the washer."

"I don't think so."

He sighed loudly. "Well then you can come with me to go shopping. I hate when the sales girls come up to me to try to help me."

"Why can't you wear them?" she asked as she finally entered their laundry room, picking up a wet, pink dress shirt. "You'll look like a sexy marshmallow peep." She held it up to his chest, noting the deadly look, and ignored it.

"Joss," his tone was warning her she was almost going too far with her teasing.

"Fine, I'll go with you shopping so you don't have to wear these pink shirts, but I think you're overreacting about it. You need some change."

"Shaw would never let me live it down if I wore a pink shirt or Fusco for that matter!"

"Well I think you'd look sexy in pink." She purred as she casually wrapped her arms around his neck allowing the wet shirt to hang behind his back. He cocked a brow.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she rose up on her tip-toes pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Really sexy," she mumbled against his lips. He stepped back holding her hips gently, eyeing the heap of wet shirts on the washer before looking back at her.

"Maybe, I'll model them for you sometime." He suggested with a smile.

"I'd like that very much, John."

"It's a date, Joss."

AN: Ha, nice try Erin at getting me to write a little baby girl fic but you shouldn't have made the prompt so vague XD (so you guys get the joke she told me when she gave me the prompt that it had to be a baby girl fic wrapped in a pink blanket because what else could I possibly come up with *cue evil laughter*)

BTW I changed my avatar, though it says the changes can take up to 24 hours, I had been debated on whether or not to post a pic of little ole' me or my puppy dog who i love immensely but I chose Careese as they are my muse!

Next theme will not be rated K+ };P

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