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Reprinted by permission
"Love is Green", a Sentinel sprinkle for the holidays, by SV.
Rated R for a little sex, banter, and green M&Ms. No copyright infringement intended to Pet Fly, Henson Productions, and Mars, Inc.
From a story idea by Brenda Antrim, inspired by Kermit T. Frog, brought on by a lovely evening out on the dance floor, and sweets for the sweet.
"Love is Green", by SV, 1998.
Christmas. Ptui. "What the hell is this?". Jim Ellison looked down at his monitor. Of course, the bullpen was decorated for Christmas, there was no getting around that. Angels and stars and who knew what. Ellison grunted. The smell of tinsel melted by the Mr. Coffee had wafted up to his nostrils and squeeged it's little petrochemical 'hello' before he'd even made it in the door. But did they have to do his DESK? He glared at the offending decoration.
Rafe snickered and Megan most decidedly looked somewhere else. Someone started whistling "Jingle Bells". Off. Key.
Ellison plucked the Christmas-motif Kermit The Frog from its perch on his monitor, looking for a moment where to put it, then stashed it under his desk.
Then noticed the other addition, once he was at eye level with the desktop. A bowl of green M&Ms. What the fuck? Green fucking M's? Whose bright idea was this? Kermit M's, very funny. Har de har har. Ellison turned.
"Y'know, this seemed a lot funnier beforehand." Rafe whispered to his co-conspirator, hiding behind her.
"He can't kill us, he'll have to arrest himself." Megan shot back.
The object of their scrutiny just growled, and the two elected for the better part of valor, temporarily vacating the scene.
Ellison sat back down, opened up a file. A little later, absently, began munching.
"Hey! Look! Kermit!" Sandburg plucked the stuffed toy up, looked for a moment where to put it, then plopped the green animal down on Jim's monitor.
"All right, Christmas." Blair nodded at Kermit, who didn't nod back, then plunked himself down and waited for Jim. There was a nearly empty bowl of M&Ms next to Jim's monitor, only a few green ones left. Blair reached over and snagged 2. Looked around. Megan was working, he'd waved at her when he'd walked in. Simon's door was shut, Jim was in there, no doubt.
Blair plucked the last M from its resting place and was about to put it in his mouth when a hand closed on his arm. Jim. Looking weird. Flushed. Not zoning.
"Hey, man." The final M was still in transit. "What's up?" He popped the little green candy in his mouth. Asked as he chewed, the little burst of chocolate pleasure expanding in his mouth: "Jim....you okay?"
Ellison just pulled. And growled. The noise made Sandburg aware of just how tight the front of his jeans could feel, sometimes. Oh, boy. Now is probably not the time, he thought firmly down to his groin. No, *really*, when Ellison growled again, even more softly, pulling Sandburg toward the stairs. That growl was almost a purr, and it sent a little green chocolate frission right down Blair's spine. No, REALLY. Down, boy. DOWN.
As soon as they entered the stairwell, the door was shut, Blair was slammed back against it, and down was exactly where Jim went.
"Oh...." Sandburg had been going to say something brilliantly observant, intensely witty, whatever: "Oh, god. Ohhhhhh....."
His shirt was yanked out of his jeans and shoved up. Ellison was chewing on Blair's jeans, gnawing him through the denim as his fingers fumbled at the zipper. Abruptly, his ass was cold and then cupped in warm hands. Hands that kneaded, hands that pulled and massaged and gripped as that mouth swallowed him whole.
"OH, FUCK!" Blair Sandburg yelled. Then held onto Jim for dear life.
Simon Banks stuck his head out of his office. He had heard someone yelling, but there was no obvious source. Megan and Rafe were standing over by the door to the stairwell, talking with some urgency. Ellison wasn't at his desk. Sandburg's backpack was on his seat. Huh.
There was another yell from over by Megan and Rafe.
"Hey. Where the hell's Ellison?" No one looked up to answer. Rafe was watching him, so Banks made his way over to the door to the stairs. Nodded. "You seen Ellison?" he asked Megan.
Rafe gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "Uh...I think he mentioned checking on a snitch, sir?" Megan nodded agreement, "Yes, that must've been it."
"Uh. Huh." Banks scanned the room, then turned back to the door, pointing at it. "Why is this door shut?"
Megan and Rafe closed ranks immediately, just as there was another shout, a muffled expletive, accompanied by several loud bangs. "What the hell!" yelled Banks, pushing forward.
"Sir, no!"
"Maintenance, sir!"
"Janitor!"
"A rat!"
"A big one!"
"Very big!"
"Told us to keep the door shut!"
The banging and swearing was momentarily louder, then subsided. "Oh, god," an indistinct voice said.
Banks headed back for his office, instructing over his shoulder. "I want that door back open when he's done. Make sure of it."
The captain crossed the room, muttering about "fire hazards", and slammed his office door. Then opened it again, "and someone find Ellison!", then slammed again.
The banging got very loud, and very rhythmic, and very fast. And then there was no noise at all.
Megan and Rafe scattered when the door handle turned, ignoring the rush of air and both pretending to survey announcements tacked to the wall as Sandburg and Ellison sailed past.
Blair was disheveled, looking so mellow he could've collapsed in a little happy pool on the floor. And Ellison. Ellison looked positively filled with Christmas cheer. Smug as all hell.
The pair sauntered over to Jim's desk, picked up Blair's backpack and made for the elevator. Without a sound. Sandburg leaning back almost in the other man's arms as they moved. As the doors slid shut, Jim's arms came up to wrap around the smaller man. And the elevator started down.
Rafe looked at the empty bowl on Ellison's desk. Then at the captain's closed door.
Megan looked at the Kermit, perched jauntily on Jim's monitor. Then at the stairwell. "Love is....green?" she said, eyebrows raised.
The elevator alarm began to ring.
They both hit the stairs running.
Reprinted by permission
"Love is Green", a Sentinel sprinkle for the holidays, by SV.
Rated R for a little sex, banter, and green M&Ms. No copyright infringement intended to Pet Fly, Henson Productions, and Mars, Inc.
From a story idea by Brenda Antrim, inspired by Kermit T. Frog, brought on by a lovely evening out on the dance floor, and sweets for the sweet.
"Love is Green", by SV, 1998.
Christmas. Ptui. "What the hell is this?". Jim Ellison looked down at his monitor. Of course, the bullpen was decorated for Christmas, there was no getting around that. Angels and stars and who knew what. Ellison grunted. The smell of tinsel melted by the Mr. Coffee had wafted up to his nostrils and squeeged it's little petrochemical 'hello' before he'd even made it in the door. But did they have to do his DESK? He glared at the offending decoration.
Rafe snickered and Megan most decidedly looked somewhere else. Someone started whistling "Jingle Bells". Off. Key.
Ellison plucked the Christmas-motif Kermit The Frog from its perch on his monitor, looking for a moment where to put it, then stashed it under his desk.
Then noticed the other addition, once he was at eye level with the desktop. A bowl of green M&Ms. What the fuck? Green fucking M's? Whose bright idea was this? Kermit M's, very funny. Har de har har. Ellison turned.
"Y'know, this seemed a lot funnier beforehand." Rafe whispered to his co-conspirator, hiding behind her.
"He can't kill us, he'll have to arrest himself." Megan shot back.
The object of their scrutiny just growled, and the two elected for the better part of valor, temporarily vacating the scene.
Ellison sat back down, opened up a file. A little later, absently, began munching.
"Hey! Look! Kermit!" Sandburg plucked the stuffed toy up, looked for a moment where to put it, then plopped the green animal down on Jim's monitor.
"All right, Christmas." Blair nodded at Kermit, who didn't nod back, then plunked himself down and waited for Jim. There was a nearly empty bowl of M&Ms next to Jim's monitor, only a few green ones left. Blair reached over and snagged 2. Looked around. Megan was working, he'd waved at her when he'd walked in. Simon's door was shut, Jim was in there, no doubt.
Blair plucked the last M from its resting place and was about to put it in his mouth when a hand closed on his arm. Jim. Looking weird. Flushed. Not zoning.
"Hey, man." The final M was still in transit. "What's up?" He popped the little green candy in his mouth. Asked as he chewed, the little burst of chocolate pleasure expanding in his mouth: "Jim....you okay?"
Ellison just pulled. And growled. The noise made Sandburg aware of just how tight the front of his jeans could feel, sometimes. Oh, boy. Now is probably not the time, he thought firmly down to his groin. No, *really*, when Ellison growled again, even more softly, pulling Sandburg toward the stairs. That growl was almost a purr, and it sent a little green chocolate frission right down Blair's spine. No, REALLY. Down, boy. DOWN.
As soon as they entered the stairwell, the door was shut, Blair was slammed back against it, and down was exactly where Jim went.
"Oh...." Sandburg had been going to say something brilliantly observant, intensely witty, whatever: "Oh, god. Ohhhhhh....."
His shirt was yanked out of his jeans and shoved up. Ellison was chewing on Blair's jeans, gnawing him through the denim as his fingers fumbled at the zipper. Abruptly, his ass was cold and then cupped in warm hands. Hands that kneaded, hands that pulled and massaged and gripped as that mouth swallowed him whole.
"OH, FUCK!" Blair Sandburg yelled. Then held onto Jim for dear life.
Simon Banks stuck his head out of his office. He had heard someone yelling, but there was no obvious source. Megan and Rafe were standing over by the door to the stairwell, talking with some urgency. Ellison wasn't at his desk. Sandburg's backpack was on his seat. Huh.
There was another yell from over by Megan and Rafe.
"Hey. Where the hell's Ellison?" No one looked up to answer. Rafe was watching him, so Banks made his way over to the door to the stairs. Nodded. "You seen Ellison?" he asked Megan.
Rafe gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "Uh...I think he mentioned checking on a snitch, sir?" Megan nodded agreement, "Yes, that must've been it."
"Uh. Huh." Banks scanned the room, then turned back to the door, pointing at it. "Why is this door shut?"
Megan and Rafe closed ranks immediately, just as there was another shout, a muffled expletive, accompanied by several loud bangs. "What the hell!" yelled Banks, pushing forward.
"Sir, no!"
"Maintenance, sir!"
"Janitor!"
"A rat!"
"A big one!"
"Very big!"
"Told us to keep the door shut!"
The banging and swearing was momentarily louder, then subsided. "Oh, god," an indistinct voice said.
Banks headed back for his office, instructing over his shoulder. "I want that door back open when he's done. Make sure of it."
The captain crossed the room, muttering about "fire hazards", and slammed his office door. Then opened it again, "and someone find Ellison!", then slammed again.
The banging got very loud, and very rhythmic, and very fast. And then there was no noise at all.
Megan and Rafe scattered when the door handle turned, ignoring the rush of air and both pretending to survey announcements tacked to the wall as Sandburg and Ellison sailed past.
Blair was disheveled, looking so mellow he could've collapsed in a little happy pool on the floor. And Ellison. Ellison looked positively filled with Christmas cheer. Smug as all hell.
The pair sauntered over to Jim's desk, picked up Blair's backpack and made for the elevator. Without a sound. Sandburg leaning back almost in the other man's arms as they moved. As the doors slid shut, Jim's arms came up to wrap around the smaller man. And the elevator started down.
Rafe looked at the empty bowl on Ellison's desk. Then at the captain's closed door.
Megan looked at the Kermit, perched jauntily on Jim's monitor. Then at the stairwell. "Love is....green?" she said, eyebrows raised.
The elevator alarm began to ring.
They both hit the stairs running.