Post by jaglady on Dec 22, 2008 18:58:33 GMT -5
Harm and Mac bring back homemade fudge for the whole office, but Bud gets back just a little too late. I was thinking of S4 when I wrote this. Enjoy!
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Author: Jag Lady
Rating: G
Pairing: Have no clue
I don't own JAG or any of its intellectual properties. Sure would be nice if Harm would buy me some fudge, though!
Free Fudge
Harm and Mac stepped into the office, obviously tired from the long drive to take depositions. Everyone else couldn’t help but notice that both of them were smiling proudly.
“Well. Welcome back, you two. So what happened out there?” the Admiral wanted to know. “I never see you two so happy when you have to travel to do depositions.”
Mac put a white fresh white paper bag down on her desk next to the mountain of folders. “Free fudge, Sir. All you can eat.” She glared at Harm momentarily. “See, Sir, Harm got us hopelessly lost up in the mountains—“
“Hey! Did not!” Harm snapped, leveling his eyes at her.
“So we stopped at a little diner that had fudge for sale. Ends up the owner was a Vietnam vet. Saw us in uniform and gave us all the fudge we could eat. Shared a few war stories, of course.” She happily placed left two white paper bags out. “Have some, Sir.”
Sims gently patted herself as she wandered over to the white paper bags. The cravings were getting more intense by the day, it seemed. “Uh, Sir, did I hear someone say something about free fudge? I’m eating for two, now.”
Admiral Chegwidden smiled. “Have some, Sims.” He fingered open the bags and peeked inside. “Looks like white chocolate in this one. The peanut butter fudge is mine, so nobody touches that one! That’s an order!”
Cravings got the better of Sims. She pulled out the slab of white chocolate and broke it in half, closing her eyes and savoring each bite. “Mmm. Thanks. This is good.”
Mac raised her eyebrows with a smile. “Not gonna share some with Bud?”
Sims smiled knowingly between bites. “He’s not here. Besides, he’s not the one who’s pregnant.”
Bud Roberts finally strolled in from his latest court case. He didn’t have much time to grab a snack. The sound of a bag rustling caught his attention. “Hey, what’s going on? What’s everybody eating?”
The Admiral sampled the peanut butter fudge he had been guarding. “Lieutenant Roberts? Your wife is eating all the white chocolate. I think you better stop her.” He quickly snatched up the last of it. “I’ll be in my office, uh reviewing cases.”
With the eyes of a lost puppy dog, Bud watched his wife slowly and sensuously as she popped the last piece of white chocolate fudge into her mouth and then, in a lapse of military bearing, licked off her fingertips.
“Good, huh Sims?” Harm asked while he downed the rest of the chocolate fudge, being careful not to get any crumbs on his Navy whites.
“Mmm. Very good” she agreed. “We really should thank that guy.”
“Hey, isn’t there any left?” Bud asked ruefully, now transfixed on his wife carefully licking off her fingers.
Sims raised her eyebrows and glanced around. “Nope. This was the last of it. Sorry, Bud. I was just so hungry. If I knew you’d be back I would’ve saved you some.”
Bud’s eyes widened as he watched his wife slowly eat the last chunk of that delectable white chocolate.
He noticed a tiny crumb on her lip.
The Lieutenant couldn’t take it anymore. Military protocol be damned. He was hungry. Without another word, Bud snaked his arm around his wife’s hair and kissed her, savoring that last little crumb, that taste of white chocolate, slowly, delectably. Quickly he remembered his bearing and released her, licking his lips.
As soon as his surprised wife caught her breath she smiled. “Well, Bud. I guess if that’s what it takes to get you to kiss me, I’m gonna have to eat more fudge” she said with a proud smile.
Bud now whipped his head around in hopes that Harm didn’t finish off the chocolate fudge. Harm had seen "the kiss." He backed up when Bud's puppydog eyes fell on him.
“Don’t even think about it, Lieutenant!” he growled.
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Author: Jag Lady
Rating: G
Pairing: Have no clue
I don't own JAG or any of its intellectual properties. Sure would be nice if Harm would buy me some fudge, though!
Free Fudge
Harm and Mac stepped into the office, obviously tired from the long drive to take depositions. Everyone else couldn’t help but notice that both of them were smiling proudly.
“Well. Welcome back, you two. So what happened out there?” the Admiral wanted to know. “I never see you two so happy when you have to travel to do depositions.”
Mac put a white fresh white paper bag down on her desk next to the mountain of folders. “Free fudge, Sir. All you can eat.” She glared at Harm momentarily. “See, Sir, Harm got us hopelessly lost up in the mountains—“
“Hey! Did not!” Harm snapped, leveling his eyes at her.
“So we stopped at a little diner that had fudge for sale. Ends up the owner was a Vietnam vet. Saw us in uniform and gave us all the fudge we could eat. Shared a few war stories, of course.” She happily placed left two white paper bags out. “Have some, Sir.”
Sims gently patted herself as she wandered over to the white paper bags. The cravings were getting more intense by the day, it seemed. “Uh, Sir, did I hear someone say something about free fudge? I’m eating for two, now.”
Admiral Chegwidden smiled. “Have some, Sims.” He fingered open the bags and peeked inside. “Looks like white chocolate in this one. The peanut butter fudge is mine, so nobody touches that one! That’s an order!”
Cravings got the better of Sims. She pulled out the slab of white chocolate and broke it in half, closing her eyes and savoring each bite. “Mmm. Thanks. This is good.”
Mac raised her eyebrows with a smile. “Not gonna share some with Bud?”
Sims smiled knowingly between bites. “He’s not here. Besides, he’s not the one who’s pregnant.”
Bud Roberts finally strolled in from his latest court case. He didn’t have much time to grab a snack. The sound of a bag rustling caught his attention. “Hey, what’s going on? What’s everybody eating?”
The Admiral sampled the peanut butter fudge he had been guarding. “Lieutenant Roberts? Your wife is eating all the white chocolate. I think you better stop her.” He quickly snatched up the last of it. “I’ll be in my office, uh reviewing cases.”
With the eyes of a lost puppy dog, Bud watched his wife slowly and sensuously as she popped the last piece of white chocolate fudge into her mouth and then, in a lapse of military bearing, licked off her fingertips.
“Good, huh Sims?” Harm asked while he downed the rest of the chocolate fudge, being careful not to get any crumbs on his Navy whites.
“Mmm. Very good” she agreed. “We really should thank that guy.”
“Hey, isn’t there any left?” Bud asked ruefully, now transfixed on his wife carefully licking off her fingers.
Sims raised her eyebrows and glanced around. “Nope. This was the last of it. Sorry, Bud. I was just so hungry. If I knew you’d be back I would’ve saved you some.”
Bud’s eyes widened as he watched his wife slowly eat the last chunk of that delectable white chocolate.
He noticed a tiny crumb on her lip.
The Lieutenant couldn’t take it anymore. Military protocol be damned. He was hungry. Without another word, Bud snaked his arm around his wife’s hair and kissed her, savoring that last little crumb, that taste of white chocolate, slowly, delectably. Quickly he remembered his bearing and released her, licking his lips.
As soon as his surprised wife caught her breath she smiled. “Well, Bud. I guess if that’s what it takes to get you to kiss me, I’m gonna have to eat more fudge” she said with a proud smile.
Bud now whipped his head around in hopes that Harm didn’t finish off the chocolate fudge. Harm had seen "the kiss." He backed up when Bud's puppydog eyes fell on him.
“Don’t even think about it, Lieutenant!” he growled.
They won't be as good... ;D