V is for Valentine
A/N: A Reader's Choice for Turtle, also known as Jensen's Petunia, who has faithfully given me feedback on every single chapter of this story so far. Thank you, hon, you have no idea how much I appreciate it. This one is a good representation of how adorkable Jensen is.
Tomorrow will be Reader's Choice again! Send me your ideas for W, X and Y! The best ones will be written and put up tomorrow. Reader's Choice idea submissions have to be in by 12 AM EST/9 PM PST!
PS: Sorry if my Spanish is shit, it is entirely likely. Durr hurr.
Jensen lay back against the jeep, looking up at a cloudy sky. "Hey Cougs, what day is it?" he asked the sniper sitting next to him, who was cleaning his rifle.
"The thirteenth of February, I think." Cougar replied.
Jensen blinked. "So tomorrow is Valentine's Day."
"I guess so," Cougar replied again, carefully wiping his scope with a soft cloth.
Jensen rifled through his pockets, coming up with a scrap of paper. "Hey, do you have a pen?"
Cougar quirked his eyebrow, but didn't ask questions. He patted his vest pocket and pulled out a ballpoint pen, handing it to Jensen. Jensen turned away so Cougar couldn't see what he was doing. There were noises of paper being torn, then written on, then folded. When Jensen turned back, he thrust a small square of paper at Cougar. Cougar took it and unfolded it.
It had been messily torn into a vague heart-shape. Scribbled on it in Jensen's chicken-scratch writing were the words (or letters, really) 'Luv U'. Cougar shook his head, pocketing the note. He leaned over to kiss Jensen's cheek. "Feliz Dia de San Valentin, Jensen."
"Happy Valentine's Day," Jensen replied.