She arrives at his place early because for some weird reason there’s no traffic this Saturday morning.
He’s the one with the dad SUV and she loves her car but it just won’t fit two mountain bikes and she hasn’t had it fitted for a bike rack yet.
She knocks and he doesn’t answer so she opens the door and yells “Jamie?” as she peeks in around the frame.
“Just a second. I’m a bit late.” She hears from the bedroom. She catches her reflection in the mirror, dirty hair in a ponytail, no makeup and bares her teeth to make sure the bagel she ate in the car on the way over didn’t get stuck in her teeth because Jamie would tease her about that forever.
She catches sight of a picture of the twins, the image of innocence and wants to snort, has seen them run their daddy and mommy ragged. Katee can’t wait for the girls to grow up so she can teach all three some tricks and drive their daddy crazy.
“I’m almost ready,” Jamie’s words are muffled and she looks over as he pulls a t-shirt over his head. She swallows, wishes it weren’t a gulp because even though she’s seen it a fair amount of Eva and Sarah’s daddy, he still makes her catch her breath and chokes her breath when he’s half dressed. She does not, absolutely does not trace the line of hair running down his abdomen with her eyes, and instead takes a breath and looks back at the pictures of the girls Kerry placed on the wall and says “Good, because I’m ready to go.’
hee! and that's why I like you. Those two are so much . . . easier than Kara/Lee. And the chemistry. OMG. You shouldn't be encouraging me.
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They have brunch at a little café in North Van and the waitress smiles and pours them coffee as they sit.
“Doing the trails?” she asks as she sets down menus.
“Just one today,” and the waitress beams at Jamie and Katee is always amazed by how people react to a pretty face and an accent.
The woman leaves them alone and they peruse the menu. She orders an omelet with a side of hash browns and Jamie orders the one dish that allows him to have every kind of meat the restaurant offers.
“Protein,” he says when she raises an eyebrow.
They sit and chat and wait for their breakfast and Katee drinks coffee while Jamie goes to the bathroom.
Jamie slides back into the booth and smiles at her. “It’s a good thing we’re not more famous.”
She cocks a brow and looks up at him from behind the cup she has cradled in her hands. “Why not?”
“Could you imagine the rumors? We’re sitting her all sweaty and disheveled. I can’t imagine what the tabloids would come up with if someone saw us.” He takes a sip of coffee. “Well, the British press would have a field day. I’m a little disappointed in the American press, actually.”
Katee snorts into her coffee. “Hon, we’re covered in dirty and sweat. I think people have figured us out as mountain bikers.” And Jamie smiles that smile she tries not to love, that she tries not to want to jump him every time he turns it on her, which seems like far too often to her.
He leans forwards, across the table and the salt and pepper and stacks of jam. “Maybe we like it dirty,” and Katee has to laugh because she doesn’t know what else to say.
*squeelovesdies* Sorry, I had to get the fangirl stuff outta the way first. :)
I'm here via flist comments on RPF. I'm brand new to fanfics in general and didn't even know what RPF was. I have to say that when it comes to Katee and Jamie, I'm okay with "feeling ashamed" and loving what you have written. They are just too cute together and... *squee*
If you do write anything else, I would love to read it.
I'm freaking out. In a good way, because that sounds like just the thing I've been looking for. And wrong, because RPF=wrong. Bad me for wanting to read it, no cookies. Now where's that fic? *g*
I'm so very, very conflicted, because I've never really understood RPF in the past but OMG the chemistry those two have can't just evaporate when the cameras stop!
I, um, found my way here through comments, and found the comment-fics in the comments to this post, and just, eeeeeee. Katee/Jamie RPS. They have so much *chemistry*.
oh lords... got here thru galacticanews... you are right, K/J RPF is totally illicit and wrong and addictive!!! cannot wait to read more! totally agree with whoever said that their chemistry cannot possibly evaporate when the cameras stop rolling, whew!
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(I am frightened because it's so easy to write!)
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She arrives at his place early because for some weird reason there’s no traffic this Saturday morning.
He’s the one with the dad SUV and she loves her car but it just won’t fit two mountain bikes and she hasn’t had it fitted for a bike rack yet.
She knocks and he doesn’t answer so she opens the door and yells “Jamie?” as she peeks in around the frame.
“Just a second. I’m a bit late.” She hears from the bedroom. She catches her reflection in the mirror, dirty hair in a ponytail, no makeup and bares her teeth to make sure the bagel she ate in the car on the way over didn’t get stuck in her teeth because Jamie would tease her about that forever.
She catches sight of a picture of the twins, the image of innocence and wants to snort, has seen them run their daddy and mommy ragged. Katee can’t wait for the girls to grow up so she can teach all three some tricks and drive their daddy crazy.
“I’m almost ready,” Jamie’s words are muffled and she looks over as he pulls a t-shirt over his head. She swallows, wishes it weren’t a gulp because even though she’s seen it a fair amount of Eva and Sarah’s daddy, he still makes her catch her breath and chokes her breath when he’s half dressed. She does not, absolutely does not trace the line of hair running down his abdomen with her eyes, and instead takes a breath and looks back at the pictures of the girls Kerry placed on the wall and says “Good, because I’m ready to go.’
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(I have a dirty little RPF addiction when it comes to some people and this is just hitting allllllllll the right buttons. omg, YAY!)
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Oh, what the hell?
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They have brunch at a little café in North Van and the waitress smiles and pours them coffee as they sit.
“Doing the trails?” she asks as she sets down menus.
“Just one today,” and the waitress beams at Jamie and Katee is always amazed by how people react to a pretty face and an accent.
The woman leaves them alone and they peruse the menu. She orders an omelet with a side of hash browns and Jamie orders the one dish that allows him to have every kind of meat the restaurant offers.
“Protein,” he says when she raises an eyebrow.
They sit and chat and wait for their breakfast and Katee drinks coffee while Jamie goes to the bathroom.
Jamie slides back into the booth and smiles at her. “It’s a good thing we’re not more famous.”
She cocks a brow and looks up at him from behind the cup she has cradled in her hands. “Why not?”
“Could you imagine the rumors? We’re sitting her all sweaty and disheveled. I can’t imagine what the tabloids would come up with if someone saw us.” He takes a sip of coffee. “Well, the British press would have a field day. I’m a little disappointed in the American press, actually.”
Katee snorts into her coffee. “Hon, we’re covered in dirty and sweat. I think people have figured us out as mountain bikers.” And Jamie smiles that smile she tries not to love, that she tries not to want to jump him every time he turns it on her, which seems like far too often to her.
He leans forwards, across the table and the salt and pepper and stacks of jam. “Maybe we like it dirty,” and Katee has to laugh because she doesn’t know what else to say.
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I'm here via flist comments on RPF. I'm brand new to fanfics in general and didn't even know what RPF was. I have to say that when it comes to Katee and Jamie, I'm okay with "feeling ashamed" and loving what you have written. They are just too cute together and... *squee*
If you do write anything else, I would love to read it.
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In a good way, because that sounds like just the thing I've been looking for.
And wrong, because RPF=wrong. Bad me for wanting to read it, no cookies. Now where's that fic? *g*
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And I'm working!
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*prepares for unfriending*
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Jamie orders the one dish that allows him to have every kind of meat the restaurant offers.
“Protein,” he says when she raises an eyebrow.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
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*is shaking a little*
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I know RPF is EVIL and WRONG and all that other bad stuff, and ordinarily it squicks me but...