Disclaimer: please see chapter 1.
A/N: Did plan to have this finished up before the end of last week, but life had other plans...in short family and I spent a bit time running around town and thus I was unable to get much writing done. But yay! only one chapter to go, which should totally be done this week. Realized after chapter 4 that I got the prompt a bit backwards (ooops!)-it was supposed to be Cougar that makes Jensen blush, but oh well here we are at chapter 5 and more than half done. So, finishing it the way I started it. If time and the muses allow I might one day write the flip of this. Enjoy the chapter and the almost not subtle cookie consuming. As always this is not beta'd, mostly b/c I just wanted it as distraction while I try to push through the fictions I want beta'd and made pretty. Thanks to all who have left reviews, favored, subscribed to alert and stopped by to read this.
The fifth time that Jensen made Cougar blush had been in the hanger while waiting on the C-130 to take them to Honduras. Like the other times he'd managed to make the sniper blush, Jensen had not set out to make the other man's face turn pink. He'd set out to enjoy his last comfort of home for a while—a small package of Oreos from the vending machine in one of the halls in the admin building they went through to get to the hanger.
Leaning back in a cheap folding chair, Jensen sat with his feet atop a table along one of the back walls of the hanger—the shiny blue package sitting open on his stomach, one dark chocolate cookie in hand. He carefully twisted the cookie apart exposing the perfectly intact cream center. He smiled at the fact that the cream center was not, for once, split unevenly between the cookie halves before slowly bringing the half with the cream filling on it to his mouth. He hummed as quietly as he could manage as he ran the cream side of the cookie down his tongue; tasting the deliciously sweet filling before allowing his tongue gouge a large amount of the filling into his mouth.
Oblivious to his surroundings, much like the first time he'd made the older man blush, Jensen meticulously removed the cream filling from the cookie. After nearly two minutes the cookie was empty of the filling. Leisurely, Jensen nibbled at the chocolate cookie he'd finished licking.
He'd only made it to his third cookie when Clay shouted that it was time to grab gear and head out. Swearing, Jensen stuffed the cookie in his mouth, pocketing the remaining cookies for the flight down.
Pulling his feet from the table, he tipped the front legs of his chair back to the cement floor. He'd just grabbed his bag and turned to follow Pooch, who was just behind Roque and Clay, when he felt the sniper's eyes on him. He smiled broadly, pushing aside his sudden feeling of embarrassment, and said, "everyone knows the best part of Oreos is the cream filling. I do happen to have a few left, and I might be willing to share."
He turned and quickly headed after the other members of their team—smiling like a loon at the deepening shade of pink coloring Cougar's face.