Fic: Favourite Flavour
Feb. 16th, 2004 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
woodfaceDislaimers: Not mine
Rating: G
Classification: Ice cream fic
Spoilers: Chimera
Pairing: Sam/Pete, implied Sam/Jack
Summary: The ice cream melts the moment it enters the warm cavern of your mouth.
A/N: This is what you get when Jara eats her ice cream in front of the computer with an empty word file waiting for her.
Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chiroho for the speedy beta *huggles*
The ice cream melts the moment it enters the warm cavern of your mouth. The tasteless inox steel of the spoon rests on your tongue as the creamy substance swamps your senses. It’s a new flavour, one you’ve never heard of before. You’re not even sure how to pronounce the name. It’s made from a certain type of cookie you only find in some west European countries - at least that’s what the waiter told you. You have no clue if he told the truth, but right now you don’t give a damn because it tastes good, just right.
You turn the spoon in your mouth and lick it clean. It amuses your companion, his eyes hungrily fixed on your lips. You rest your elbows on the table and lean forward. He’s been distracted - his attention more on you, than on the rapidly melting ice cream. A shame, he doesn’t realise what he’s missing out on.
Ever so slowly you pull the spoon back out of your mouth, lips slightly pouted, and you watch him lick his lips at your actions. You’re proud at how rapidly you managed to discover what drives him to distraction.
His defences are down, and his bowl of ice cream is left unprotected. If he’d been looking you in the eye, he’d have been able to see your plan of action. He hasn’t though, and before he can do anything you lean forward and grab his dish.
“Hey!” He protests, his eyes finally meeting yours.
You merely smile back, and happily start eating his desert.
“I thought you only stole chocolate,” he remarks.
You grin and answer with your mouth full, not caring about the disapproving look he throws you. “This is my new favourite flavour.”
He chuckles, and relaxes back in his chair. You’re surprised he’s not trying to steal the bowl back from you. “Is it now?” He drawls lazily, his eyes betraying that he is anything but relaxed, and obviously up to something. You’re not worried though. You’re in public, so whatever he comes up with can’t be that bad, and anything he’ll come up with when you get home will be worth it.
“I thought chocolate was your favourite.”
You shrug. “Changed my mind.”
You take another carefully considered spoonful of ice cream.
As you close your eyes to enjoy the sweetness fully, you hear him whisper; “Poor chocolate, so easily forgotten.”
You vaguely remember seeing a movie where the female leads were discussing relationships. You’re not entirely sure what exactly was said, but you do recall the comparison being made between men and ice cream flavours. How sometimes you crave an exotic taste, and fancy yourself liking it better than that good, old, trusted chocolate. They are phases, moments you move through, because in the end you’ know you’ll end up in front of the TV with a big tub of chocolate ice cream, preferably with chocolate chips, crying your eyes out over an old black and white movie.
You open your eyes and look at Pete, and suddenly feel guilty for not ordering chocolate. But then you remember you have a box of chocolate hidden in the back of your freezer, and you feel a little better. You can try other flavours - there’s nothing wrong with that. You might even like them. That’s alright too, because you know when the timing is right, you’ll want to eat that chocolate - and it will be there waiting for you.
“No, not easily.”
Rating: G
Classification: Ice cream fic
Spoilers: Chimera
Pairing: Sam/Pete, implied Sam/Jack
Summary: The ice cream melts the moment it enters the warm cavern of your mouth.
A/N: This is what you get when Jara eats her ice cream in front of the computer with an empty word file waiting for her.
Big thanks to
chiroho for the speedy beta *huggles*The ice cream melts the moment it enters the warm cavern of your mouth. The tasteless inox steel of the spoon rests on your tongue as the creamy substance swamps your senses. It’s a new flavour, one you’ve never heard of before. You’re not even sure how to pronounce the name. It’s made from a certain type of cookie you only find in some west European countries - at least that’s what the waiter told you. You have no clue if he told the truth, but right now you don’t give a damn because it tastes good, just right.
You turn the spoon in your mouth and lick it clean. It amuses your companion, his eyes hungrily fixed on your lips. You rest your elbows on the table and lean forward. He’s been distracted - his attention more on you, than on the rapidly melting ice cream. A shame, he doesn’t realise what he’s missing out on.
Ever so slowly you pull the spoon back out of your mouth, lips slightly pouted, and you watch him lick his lips at your actions. You’re proud at how rapidly you managed to discover what drives him to distraction.
His defences are down, and his bowl of ice cream is left unprotected. If he’d been looking you in the eye, he’d have been able to see your plan of action. He hasn’t though, and before he can do anything you lean forward and grab his dish.
“Hey!” He protests, his eyes finally meeting yours.
You merely smile back, and happily start eating his desert.
“I thought you only stole chocolate,” he remarks.
You grin and answer with your mouth full, not caring about the disapproving look he throws you. “This is my new favourite flavour.”
He chuckles, and relaxes back in his chair. You’re surprised he’s not trying to steal the bowl back from you. “Is it now?” He drawls lazily, his eyes betraying that he is anything but relaxed, and obviously up to something. You’re not worried though. You’re in public, so whatever he comes up with can’t be that bad, and anything he’ll come up with when you get home will be worth it.
“I thought chocolate was your favourite.”
You shrug. “Changed my mind.”
You take another carefully considered spoonful of ice cream.
As you close your eyes to enjoy the sweetness fully, you hear him whisper; “Poor chocolate, so easily forgotten.”
You vaguely remember seeing a movie where the female leads were discussing relationships. You’re not entirely sure what exactly was said, but you do recall the comparison being made between men and ice cream flavours. How sometimes you crave an exotic taste, and fancy yourself liking it better than that good, old, trusted chocolate. They are phases, moments you move through, because in the end you’ know you’ll end up in front of the TV with a big tub of chocolate ice cream, preferably with chocolate chips, crying your eyes out over an old black and white movie.
You open your eyes and look at Pete, and suddenly feel guilty for not ordering chocolate. But then you remember you have a box of chocolate hidden in the back of your freezer, and you feel a little better. You can try other flavours - there’s nothing wrong with that. You might even like them. That’s alright too, because you know when the timing is right, you’ll want to eat that chocolate - and it will be there waiting for you.
“No, not easily.”
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:23 am (UTC)Oh yeah, me likes. (Except ice cream, which I don't).
And second person? WELL DONE!
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:25 am (UTC)Hee, yes. Grace wink =o)
Except ice cream, which I don't.
*gasps*
And second person?
It was weird writing, I wanted to keep it 3rd person but it kept going back to second so I just gave in and it seemed to work! =o)
Thank you *knuffels*
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:38 am (UTC)You peeps amaze me when you can pull it off - super, really super :D
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:39 am (UTC)For fanfic I normally prefer 3rd person but for shorter fics it can be interesting to play with the POV. =o)
Thank you! =o)
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:32 am (UTC)The poor idiot. He doesn't realize that he is just the flavor of the month.
Good imagery. It's way sad, but it works. Have a good day.
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:35 am (UTC)Hee hee!!!
Good imagery. It's way sad, but it works.
Awwww, thank you very much honey *knuffels*
Have a nice day too!
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Date: 2004-02-16 11:59 am (UTC)My thoughts exactly. :)
Lovely fic Jara - only a woman can draw parallels between food and men. Chocolate being the fifth food group and all. ;)
Though it's lunchtime and you've got me craving the tub of Haagen Daas I just *know* is in the freezer right now...
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Date: 2004-02-16 01:46 pm (UTC)*laughs* So true!
<i>Though it's lunchtime and you've got me craving the tub of Haagen Daas I just *know* is in the freezer right now...</i>
I say go for it!!!
Thank you! *huggles*
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Date: 2004-02-16 02:48 pm (UTC)Ate half the cookies and cream. Yummm... I did try making toast first but the damn toaster kept turning the bread to charcoal so I gave up. ;)
*Huggles*
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Date: 2004-02-16 06:13 pm (UTC)It was a sign *g*
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Date: 2004-02-17 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-16 01:24 pm (UTC)That was lovely, you must definitely eat in front of your computer more often if this is the result. I loved it.
And one day soon, I shall watch Season Seven and understand who the hell Pete is. lol.
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Date: 2004-02-16 01:44 pm (UTC)Ah, you haven't seen S7 yet. *pats* Good luck ;o)
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Date: 2004-02-17 06:25 pm (UTC)But yes, you should eat more, and then write more *g*
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Date: 2004-02-18 04:21 pm (UTC)Have now seen Pete. Ugh. Asshat.
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Date: 2004-02-18 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-16 04:19 pm (UTC)Still really like this one, sweet. You did good (as always!).
I dreamt of ice cream last night. How timely. :D
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Date: 2004-02-16 06:11 pm (UTC)Yes, most people voted for it and I didn't feel like suddenly changing all my fics to American English.
I dreamt of ice cream last night. How timely. :D
*giggles* Cool! *smooooooooch* Thanks, munchkin.
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Date: 2004-02-16 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-02-16 07:14 pm (UTC)Sam won't be able to resist the daily temptation of chocolate for long. It's just too good to leave for long ;)
Meh, you made me feel sorry for Pete...you're bad.
This is a very cool fic. There are all the nomrally smutty undertones of what ice cream normally ends up getting used for ;), and the compariosn of Jack to chocolate and the switching is very cool.
I to think you should eat in front of puter more often!
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Date: 2004-02-16 07:22 pm (UTC)*g* She'll come to her senses, it's chocolate after all!
Meh, you made me feel sorry for Pete...you're bad.
Hee hee! Coo! *g*
There are all the nomrally smutty undertones of what ice cream normally ends up getting used for
Really? You'll have to write me a fic about that *g*
I to think you should eat in front of puter more often!
I was just debating getting some crac nuts *thinks*
*knuffels* Thank you so much for the lovely feedback.
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Date: 2004-02-16 09:20 pm (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2004-02-17 12:08 am (UTC)*laughs* Okay, I'll settle for that *knuffels*
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Date: 2004-02-17 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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