“You said I could choose!”
“Jim, don’t whine, besides wouldn’t you rather choose something we both like?”
“Pizza?” Jim asked hopefully.
Blair shook his head. “Not tonight!”
Sandburg didn’t look thrilled.
Jim ran through a few other choices, each receiving a negative from Blair.
Blair considered it and nodded.
The Sentinel breathed a sigh of relief and went to order it.
On his way back he passed through the kitchen grabbing a couple of beers,
then handed one to
“Okay I chose dinner… so what do you want for dessert Chief?”
“Okay… what’s wrong?” Jim asked after turning the Jags game off.
“I’ve got this presentation to do at this charity event later and if I mess it up I’m a dead man!”
Jim stood and approached his guide, noticing the frantic heartbeat.
He placed a hand gently on
his partner’s neck and began massaging it.
Blair arched into his touch and sighed.
“Chief, I’m sure you’ll do great…and when it’s over we’ll celebrate!”
“Anything you want!” Jim whispered, and kissed him deeply.
“Your wish is my command Chief!”
“Thanks Man… Not!”muffled by a pillow.
“I’m sorry!” unrepentant grin.
“Yeah, yeah sure!” a hint of amusement entered his voice.
“Obviously you don’t believe me!” followed by a melodramatic sniff.
“So I’ll just have to
“Now I’ve got you right where I want you… under me!” Jim whispered huskily.
Lying back, sated… grinning
“What Jim?” sleepy reply.
“It’s your turn to sleep on the wet spot!”