Continuing on my current trend of blaming other people for the fic I'm writing ...

[apocalypsos]

*points accusatory finger at mcee*

Make her stop throwing John/Jo bunnies at me! I was fine the other day, and now I've got the beginnings of an AU where John and Jo, after much angst and family squabbling, get married and make babies. AUGH, BRAIN.

So, yeah. A wee ficlet, as it were.

*****

When Jo first climbs into his bed, she is sixteen, brash and bold and wanting.

When he says no, the dark flash in her eyes makes him think maybe she’ll go straight to her mother, tell Ellen a lie and pass her a gun. But in the morning Ellen laughs at the bags under his eyes and makes him coffee strong enough to tar the roof.

Jo bumps her hip against his, gives him a wink when her mother’s not looking.

Two years later, she climbs into his bed again. Presses his hand to her breast, her face into the crook of his neck, and breathes deep. Says something about liking a man with experience and slides her deft little fingers past the waistband of his shorts.

She smells of kitchen spices and sawdust and holy water, like a woman on the hunt, and he can’t say no.


*****

Because the Roadhouse is apparently some sort of den of iniquity where everybody gets lucky. Heh. :)

In unrelated news, I didn't know I bought the chinchillas vanilla-scented bath dust until I poured it into the bathhouse and the entire apartment suddenly smelled like cookies. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

EDIT: Oh, and in the same vein as the rest of my grossly-inappropriate-pairings Ugly Betty fic, I've been feeling the urge to write Daniel/Hilda fic. SEND HELP. STOP. PREFERABLY MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS. STOP.

Comments

[astrothsknot.livejournal.com]

Because the Roadhouse is apparently some sort of den of iniquity where everybody gets lucky. Heh. :)

Where in Nebraska is it? Desperate...I mean, inquiring minds want to know.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I could swear that we haven't gotten a straight answer on that yet and that the only thing we've gotten that's close was that family in Nebraska tourist shirts.

[scary-being-me.livejournal.com]

"She smells of kitchen spices and sawdust and holy water, like a woman on the hunt, and he can’t say no."


Ok, I don't even know what fandom John and Jo are from or anything about them; but that blurb makes me want to read that fic.

Forgive my ignorance. My TV doesn't get much use.

[jfc013.livejournal.com]

*has no mental health professionals on hand*

*send cupcakes instead*

[minaloush.livejournal.com]

ooh, i finally saw the movie clip you got the icon from - looks fabulous.

when did you get the second chinchilla? god, chinchillas are like crack (bet you can't own just one). what's the second's name?

i can't deal with the vanilla dust, but the cucumber melon dust...mmm

[mona1347.livejournal.com]

She smells of kitchen spices and sawdust and holy water, like a woman on the hunt, and he can’t say no.

\o/

OMG, that's SO WRONG IT'S RIGHT!!!!

Oh. Oh I feel dirty ALL OVER. That's so awesome.

[squee1123.livejournal.com]

Plus didnt some radio station say something about a Nebraska station? I dont even remember what episode it was.

[mcee.livejournal.com]

dude. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.

no way i'm stopping now!!

[notrafficlights.livejournal.com]

Excuse me. I have to deal with the 10-car-pile-up of hot in my head from that especially since I ♥ Wincest and I desperately believe Jo is John's daughter mwuahahahha.