Comment ficlet written for Kate, November 29, 2005
Sam had expected a lot of different reactions to her surprise visit in Washington, but she wasn't sure if grumbling and rolling away from her had even made the list.
To be fair, Jack was currently asleep, so he could hardly be blamed for his lack of enthusiasm. Still, as she situated herself under the covers, the very girly part of her that she made many efforts not to indulge pouted a little.
"Feet're cold," Jack slurred, huddling even further into the down comforter.
"Sorry," she whispered, knowing that was the truth. "It was raining."
For awhile, that seemed to be the end of the conversation, and she resigned herself to having a more enthusiastic greeting in the morning. It wasn't until she had gotten comfortable and was on the edge of sleep that he rolled over again, his arm pulling her towards him while he nestled closer, invading her space in all the right ways.
"It's you," he observed, sounding as delighted as a man who was mostly asleep could manage.
"Last time I checked," she replied, humoring him.
"You're here," was the next exclamation.
Running her fingers through his mussed hair and not bothering to curb an affectionate smile, she responded with, "Yes."
"S'good," he managed before dropping off again.
Well, she had wanted him to acknowledge her presence. Now, she could barely move--he was sprawled on top of her, and, she suspected, was ever so slightly drooling on her chest. Still, that very girly part of her insisted that this was the best idea she had had all week.