Second in the “thanks for the fic rec” series. This one’s for bellisle-destiel, who asked for:
I’d really like a Cockles fic where they have a pillow fight.
Here goes. Hey, fanspired: stop reading now.
A Goddamn Decathlon
The first blow catches you by surprise.
The second catches you in the face.
You stumble, your knees knocking the coffee table, and you get a snap of green as you reel.
Ok. Ok. If that’s the way he wants to play it.
You duck the next blow, go to your knees and snag the nearest pillow from the couch.
He’s swinging, too much energy in a single direction and there it is, your opening.
You jerk up, plant the paisley right in his beautiful mouth and howl as he falls back in surprise.
His eye finds yours and for a moment, there’s detente.
You can hear the Moose in the kitchen, singing to himself as he shuffles around at the bar and you’re kind of glad he’s not here to see this.
Because this is between you and Jen.
Whatever this is.