A Rose By Any Other Name (G, one shot)
Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 1:48 pm
Title: A Rose by any other name
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, romance
Warnings/spoilers: 12:04
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dedicated to rednightbird and atlantagirl for the inspiration.
Again, posting for Francis.
A Rose By Any Other Name
By Cat Moon
Beth finished the last of the dinner dishes and hung the dishtowel up to dry. It was part of their usual agreement: if Josh cooked she would wash the dishes, and vice versa. She glanced around the living room, but he wasn’t there. In fact she hadn’t heard a peep from him in several minutes. Had to be a record.
She was just heading for the bedroom when Josh appeared, standing in the doorway. The look on his face was not pleasant, but before she could wonder what had happened, he spoke. “Beth – whose sweater is this?”
It was then that she saw what he had in his hands – the sweater she had uh, borrowed the other night. The one that was so soft and smelled so good, she’d taken a whiff and just had to keep. Not that she ever slept with it cradled in her arms – that would be weird. It meant nothing to her. They were only friends, after all. She wasn’t even sure why she’d kept it…
Mick’s sweater.
“Where did you get that?!” she demanded. She’s always heard the best defense is a good offense.
“At the bottom of your underwear drawer. It’s his, isn’t it?!” Josh demanded, sneering the word 'his.'
“What were you doing in my underwear drawer?!” she demanded back.
“This has just gone too far, Beth—"
“I’ll say,” she cut him off. “How long has this been going on?!”
“How long – huh?” he asked, confused since it sounded like that should have been his line, not hers…
“How long have you been snooping through my underwear? And what do you do with them? I mean, do you have an underwear fetish or something? Do you, like, wear them?! That’s just so sick!”
“Wait a minute!” he finally got over his shock enough to speak. “I don’t wear them. I mean,” he gestured toward the bedroom. “I was just, it was—“
“I don’t go rifling through your jockey’s, do I? All I ask for is a little privacy; I don’t think that’s too much, do you?”
“Uh, no. I guess… you’re right. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not!” she warned. “And to save you further embarrassment, we won’t speak of this ever again.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
She snatched the sweater from his hands, and stomped into the bedroom. He heard a drawer opening and closing.
Josh scratched his head. “There was just something wrong with that conversation…” he puzzled to himself.
“What was that?” Beth‘s voice challenged from the other room.
“Uh… I’ll go put the movie in the DVD player.”
“Put some popcorn in the microwave too, will ya? I’ll be right out.”
“Okay, honey,” Josh said, deciding he needed some wine too. Maybe after a few drinks he’d figure out when he had lost control of the conversation.
Or maybe he didn’t want to know.
The end
6/17/08
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, romance
Warnings/spoilers: 12:04
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dedicated to rednightbird and atlantagirl for the inspiration.
Again, posting for Francis.
A Rose By Any Other Name
By Cat Moon
Beth finished the last of the dinner dishes and hung the dishtowel up to dry. It was part of their usual agreement: if Josh cooked she would wash the dishes, and vice versa. She glanced around the living room, but he wasn’t there. In fact she hadn’t heard a peep from him in several minutes. Had to be a record.
She was just heading for the bedroom when Josh appeared, standing in the doorway. The look on his face was not pleasant, but before she could wonder what had happened, he spoke. “Beth – whose sweater is this?”
It was then that she saw what he had in his hands – the sweater she had uh, borrowed the other night. The one that was so soft and smelled so good, she’d taken a whiff and just had to keep. Not that she ever slept with it cradled in her arms – that would be weird. It meant nothing to her. They were only friends, after all. She wasn’t even sure why she’d kept it…
Mick’s sweater.
“Where did you get that?!” she demanded. She’s always heard the best defense is a good offense.
“At the bottom of your underwear drawer. It’s his, isn’t it?!” Josh demanded, sneering the word 'his.'
“What were you doing in my underwear drawer?!” she demanded back.
“This has just gone too far, Beth—"
“I’ll say,” she cut him off. “How long has this been going on?!”
“How long – huh?” he asked, confused since it sounded like that should have been his line, not hers…
“How long have you been snooping through my underwear? And what do you do with them? I mean, do you have an underwear fetish or something? Do you, like, wear them?! That’s just so sick!”
“Wait a minute!” he finally got over his shock enough to speak. “I don’t wear them. I mean,” he gestured toward the bedroom. “I was just, it was—“
“I don’t go rifling through your jockey’s, do I? All I ask for is a little privacy; I don’t think that’s too much, do you?”
“Uh, no. I guess… you’re right. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not!” she warned. “And to save you further embarrassment, we won’t speak of this ever again.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
She snatched the sweater from his hands, and stomped into the bedroom. He heard a drawer opening and closing.
Josh scratched his head. “There was just something wrong with that conversation…” he puzzled to himself.
“What was that?” Beth‘s voice challenged from the other room.
“Uh… I’ll go put the movie in the DVD player.”
“Put some popcorn in the microwave too, will ya? I’ll be right out.”
“Okay, honey,” Josh said, deciding he needed some wine too. Maybe after a few drinks he’d figure out when he had lost control of the conversation.
Or maybe he didn’t want to know.
The end
6/17/08
:shock: 
Always ready to read your stuff, Catmoon!