Advent Calendar Day Four: Pretty Low, Pretty High, (Sam/Annie/Gene, White Cortina), danae_b
Title: Pretty Low, Pretty High
Author:
danae_b
Rating: White Cortina (fluffy fluffity flufffff (fluff without plot?) -- written with OT3 in mind but I'm sure it can be read as gen)
Pairing: Sam/Annie/Gene
Word Count: 400 words
Notes: HAPPY FOURTH DAY OF THE ADVENT CALENDAR!!! Random wintry fluff I wrote when I wasn't busy at work today, revised but unbetaed -- if it's sloppy, it's my own bloody fault.
I really like this Advent Calendar thing, though I'm sure you could have guessed that by now.
This day is also mine, muah ha ha ha haaaa
Also, what is it with me and these titles?
Summary: Only the first snowball takes him by surprise.
Only the first snowball takes him by surprise, hitting the side of his head – Annie's laughter outs her location behind the snow-covered hedge between Gene's yard and the neighbour's, which gives him ample opportunity to twist about and dodge the second one she hurls his way.
'That was pretty low,' Sam grimaces, even as he laughs, brushing the snow from his hair (and afterwards, his hand).
'Really?' She regards him critically, walking from one yard to the other, her cheeks rosy. Annie's bundled against the cold, somewhat mismatched. He's particularly fond of the knitted beanie she wears atop her head, it being ill-fitting and rainbow-hued – and so, in his humble opinion, perfectly charming. 'Way I see it, it hit pretty high.'
Sam huffs on a laugh, stooping down to fling a loose handful of snow at her legs. 'And the Guv says I'm cheeky! Walked right into it , didn't I?'
'It and other things, yeah.' She giggles, kicking snow at him in return, which he mostly fails to avoid. 'I do think he's talking about your arse.'
Rolling his eyes, Sam sighs. If he's blushing, he can always blame it on the cold.
'I keep on walking right...' Another snowball hits his head, this time from behind, and Sam grimaces as Gene's booming laughter (and the heavy footsteps now crunching across the yard) reveals he's joined in on the fun. '...into these things, don't I?'
Another sigh, more of Annie's giggling. Sam can hear Gene stomping about, but caught between the both of them, he can't decide which of them amounts to the bigger snow-related risk.
So he brushes more snow from his hair, some of the icy water dripping down, its southbound descent blocked by his turtle-neck. He's trying to keep an eye on the both of them, but good luck with that. 'Speak of the Guv.'
Annie shrugs, only just grinning – she must have Gene approaching, and she hid it remarkably well. Really – the utter cheek.
'One of those days?'
With a nod that's well-suffered, Sam half-turns and drops down reflexively – he was standing there with a target on his back, for all intents and purposes, so Gene's next projectile (which he rightly predicted) sails safely by, missing him completely and instead hitting a startled Annie in the chest.
Annie, of course, fires right back.
After that, with a roar and much laughter, all hell breaks loose.
Author:
danae_bRating: White Cortina (fluffy fluffity flufffff (fluff without plot?) -- written with OT3 in mind but I'm sure it can be read as gen)
Pairing: Sam/Annie/Gene
Word Count: 400 words
Notes: HAPPY FOURTH DAY OF THE ADVENT CALENDAR!!! Random wintry fluff I wrote when I wasn't busy at work today, revised but unbetaed -- if it's sloppy, it's my own bloody fault.
I really like this Advent Calendar thing, though I'm sure you could have guessed that by now.
Also, what is it with me and these titles?
Summary: Only the first snowball takes him by surprise.
Only the first snowball takes him by surprise, hitting the side of his head – Annie's laughter outs her location behind the snow-covered hedge between Gene's yard and the neighbour's, which gives him ample opportunity to twist about and dodge the second one she hurls his way.
'That was pretty low,' Sam grimaces, even as he laughs, brushing the snow from his hair (and afterwards, his hand).
'Really?' She regards him critically, walking from one yard to the other, her cheeks rosy. Annie's bundled against the cold, somewhat mismatched. He's particularly fond of the knitted beanie she wears atop her head, it being ill-fitting and rainbow-hued – and so, in his humble opinion, perfectly charming. 'Way I see it, it hit pretty high.'
Sam huffs on a laugh, stooping down to fling a loose handful of snow at her legs. 'And the Guv says I'm cheeky! Walked right into it , didn't I?'
'It and other things, yeah.' She giggles, kicking snow at him in return, which he mostly fails to avoid. 'I do think he's talking about your arse.'
Rolling his eyes, Sam sighs. If he's blushing, he can always blame it on the cold.
'I keep on walking right...' Another snowball hits his head, this time from behind, and Sam grimaces as Gene's booming laughter (and the heavy footsteps now crunching across the yard) reveals he's joined in on the fun. '...into these things, don't I?'
Another sigh, more of Annie's giggling. Sam can hear Gene stomping about, but caught between the both of them, he can't decide which of them amounts to the bigger snow-related risk.
So he brushes more snow from his hair, some of the icy water dripping down, its southbound descent blocked by his turtle-neck. He's trying to keep an eye on the both of them, but good luck with that. 'Speak of the Guv.'
Annie shrugs, only just grinning – she must have Gene approaching, and she hid it remarkably well. Really – the utter cheek.
'One of those days?'
With a nod that's well-suffered, Sam half-turns and drops down reflexively – he was standing there with a target on his back, for all intents and purposes, so Gene's next projectile (which he rightly predicted) sails safely by, missing him completely and instead hitting a startled Annie in the chest.
Annie, of course, fires right back.
After that, with a roar and much laughter, all hell breaks loose.