sharon carter (agentbroker) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-01-19 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, ~2022 january, ~~scott lang (hi_im_scott), ~~sharon carter (agentbroker) |
Who: Sharon Carter and Scott Lang
What: Sharon burns the Christmas Cookies, so Scott makes fun. Then they watch Christmas Movies and flirt
When: Mid-December
Where: Sharon’s place
Warning: Low/None (Flirtations, kissing)
Status: Completed via Gdoc
It’d been a little over eight weeks since they first ran into each other at the Taproom, and a little over six since their first date. And now Sharon was positively head over heels, and it was absolutely terrifying and wonderful. It felt like things were moving really fast, but it wasn’t surprising. After having been ripped from their own worlds and shoved unceremoniously into this one, knowing how fleeting their time together here could be… Sharon didn’t really want to waste any time. She didn’t want to wonder about all the what ifs, didn’t want to question whether it was smart, or too fast, or reckless… she just wanted to love and be loved and build something real. --Something real that wasn’t dark. Something real that wasn’t violent or dangerous or gritty or criminal.
The tree was up and beautiful. The whole apartment was gorgeous, actually, like straight out of a Martha Stewart magazine. The only thing Sharon hadn’t quite mastered yet was the cookie situation. Actually, she’d gotten so wrapped up in her book that she’d missed the timer altogether, so by the time Scott was set to come over, the apartment was filled with smoke and Sharon (coughing) was setting a tray of charcoal briquettes on the stovetop instead of cookies.
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“Did you mean to burn the cookies?” Scott asked as he came into the kitchen. He was teasing her, of course. He liked the fact that he could tease her and she didn’t take it too personally. He knew that if he went a little overboard with it, that she would tell him to knock it off.
And he would listen. Because that’s the kind of person he was. A listener.
Yes, things were moving rather quickly with Sharon and their relationship. It wasn’t usually how Scott went into things like this, but with Sharon, it just felt… right. It had been a long time since a relationship had felt so right to him. He wanted to take advantage of it while he could. Especially since he knew that one of them could be sent home at any time. He wasn’t going to waste time.
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“Hey, I never claimed to be good at baking,” Sharon said, grinning softly. She was a little exasperated at the fact that they didn’t have cookies to go with the trimming the tree. “I should have just bought cookies, but I thought this would be special.” She might have said something else, but the smoke hit the alarm then, and it started shrieking in the dining room. Sharon jumped, startled, and spun around to face it, as if thinking it was some kind of dangerous intruder.
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Scott laughed softly, “Hey, it’s fine. I happened to like my cookies burnt to a crisp.” He took one of the burnt cookies, or attempted to. “Except when they burn my fingers,” he admitted. Then he arched an eyebrow at Sharon’s reaction to the smoke alarm. “It’s just telling you that your cookies are ready is all,” he said, as he tried to reach the detector to turn it off. He was just a tiny bit too short to pull it off.
“It’ll turn off on its own. I think.”
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In Madripoor, loud noises like that were not a good thing. Sharon dusted her hands on her jeans, then grabbed another cookie sheet and moved over to the fire alarm to wave the sheet at it. After a moment, the claxxon stopped.
“I’ve inadvertently turned on my fair share of smoke alarms,” she said, sheepishly, then finally turned to him. “Hi.” She said, and leaned in to tap a kiss against his cheek. “I’m sorry that I burnt the cookies.”
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He shook his head slightly, “It’s fine, really. I didn’t come over for the cookies, anyway.” He had come over for Sharon. The cookies would have been an added bonus. Scott smiled slightly at the kiss to his cheek, and leaned in to place a quick kiss against her lips.
“So, tell me, what are we planning on doing today?” he asked. “It looks incredible in here.” She had apparently gone all out for Christmas. Something he was appreciative of. He hadn’t done much at his house, except provide a Christmas tree.
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The kiss to her lips made her smile brightly. Funny how this man made her feel so good. She’d never been in love before. Not like this, anyway. Every time she’d fallen before, it was either when she was too young to understand what it really meant, or it was superficial. Not real. This felt… real. And it was terrifying. So she wasn’t letting herself admit it.
“Well… the decorating is mostly done. I thought maybe we’d watch some Christmas movies? I was hoping we’d have cookies for them, but that plan’s out the window,” she grinned sheepishly. “What do you think? Do you have any Christmas-y stuff to do? Shopping, wrapping?”
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Scott agreed that this thing with Sharon, whatever it was, felt both real and terrifying. The last time he had allowed himself to fall in love with someone, the relationship had ultimately ended. He found that he didn’t want this with Sharon to end. He knew there was always the chance it would, or there was the chance that one of them would be sent home unexpectedly. That last part scared him more than anything else. He didn’t want to lose Sharon.
“I think we should watch Christmas movies,” he suggested. “Hopefully you’re a better Christmas movie watcher than you are a Halloween movie watcher, though,” he said, teasingly. He had not minded the end of the night whatsoever. In fact, he had preferred the ending to that night.
“Do you have any movies in mind?” he asked.
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“Love Actually.” Sharon grinned bashfully. “If you’re in the mood for something romantic, I mean. Or Elf if you’re in the mood for something funny?” She set the cookie sheet down on the kitchen table and dusted her hands off as she turned to him.
“I don’t recall you complaining when we watched scary movies together on Halloween.” She stepped over to him to wrap an arm down and around his waist. “But we could find a scary Christmas movie if you want me to cuddle up against you. Hide my face in your neck?”
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“Oh, you must have missed it, then,” he said, grinning. “I was complaining so much.” He leaned in and kissed Sharon quickly, “Let’s watch both?” he suggested. “I want funny and romantic. But not in the same movie.”
He eyed Sharon for a moment, his head tilting slightly. “I didn’t know scary Christmas movies were a thing…”
Of course they did. Scott really shouldn’t be surprised, he was aware of that.
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“You’d better not complain about the activities we participated in when we were watching Halloween movies.” Sharon grinned at the kiss, and then nodded. “Both. First Elf? Then Love Actually.” She decided that was the proper order, and moved into the living room to set up the movies on her television. She had one of those devices that connected to the internet, so she could log in to HBO or Hulu, or whatever she wanted. For a woman who spent so much time reading, she also spent a ton of money on streaming services.
“Yeah, you don’t know about the scary Christmas movies? There’s a handful of them.” She only knew because she had to know which to avoid.
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“Oh, are you telling me you want to watch scary Christmas movies?” he asked, as he followed Sharon to the living room. “How about Silent Night, Deadly Night?” He grinned at her, and settled down beside her on the couch.
“And I would never complain about our Halloween movie watching tradition.”
Was it a tradition? Not yet. But it could be. Eventually. Just like burnt cookies might become a tradition. Who knew.
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Sharon chuckled softly. “I thought you didn’t know about scary Christmas movies.” When he sat down on the sofa, she cuddled right up against his side, her shoulder in his armpit, her cheek against his collarbone.
“Good. Because I enjoyed it so, so much.” Every time they were together like that was better than the last. Sharon thought tonight would be one of those nights. If he could stay over.
“I’ve got Elf up, but if you want we can find something scary.” She nuzzled in closer against him. “Something scary to ignore.”
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Scott wrapped his arm around Sharon, bringing her close. “We can always ignore Elf as well, you know,” he said, grinning at her. “Just because it isn’t a scary movie doesn’t mean we can’t ignore it.”
He placed a kiss on her nose, and settled back against the couch. “And I may know one or two scary Christmas movies. Like Silent Night, Deadly Night or Krampus.” He shrugged a bit. “I much prefer my scary movies to be… different, though. I dunno.” He snickered softly at this.
“When do I know anything?”
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“The last time I distracted you from a movie, you gave me a hard time,” Sharon teased, lifting her face to press a kiss against his neck. Her lips lingered there for a long moment, her nose pressed against his skin.
“We’ll just watch Elf. It’s already good to go. I’m sorry I don’t have cookies to snack on, though.” With a gentle sigh, she settled back against his shoulder again, and clicked the button to start the movie. “Can you spend the night, or do you have to head back home?”
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“Oh, it’s only because of you that there was a… hard time,” he said, snickering softly. He placed a kiss against her temple, before settling against the couch to watch Elf. He hadn’t seen this movie in a while, he remembered enjoying it, though. But if Sharon wanted to distract him from the hilarity that was Buddy the Elf, he wouldn’t complain.
“I can spend the night,” he assured her. “I made sure May knew I would likely be out all night.” He and May had a good arrangement. He appreciated the fact that she lived in the Insect House.
Because that was the official name for their home.
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Sharon wasn’t planning on distracting him through this movie. She actually wanted to watch this one. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t cuddle up. Couldn’t flirt. Couldn’t touch a little. She blushed and grinned at the kiss to her temple, then turned and nuzzled in against his jaw.
“Good.” She folded one leg over the other toward him, leaning in against his chest. “Because I’m planning on keeping you here all night.” Part of their Christmas together. She wanted to show him a lovely time all night.
“But first… Elf.”
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“Are you saying Will Ferrell in an Elf costume doesn’t turn you on, Sharon?” He grinned at her, and pulled her in close. While he had enjoyed the way events unfolded during their scary movie watching, he did like the fact that they could just chill together and actually watch a movie. That they didn’t have to entertain each other, that they could just enjoy each other’s company.
“First, Elf,” he agreed. “Then the bedroom. Because I know you secretly enjoy the elf costumes.”
He arched an eyebrow, “Or do you have a thing for Santa instead?”
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Sharon laughed. “Should Will Ferrell in an Elf costume turn me on?” she asked, turning her face up to look at his. They were only inches apart. She lifted a hand to cup the side of his face, fingertips memorizing every inch of his skin. “I have a thing for you. Though, it’s not much of a secret.”
Reluctantly, she lowered her hand to wrap around his middle and cuddled in close against him to watch the movie. She couldn’t believe this was her life now. It was too good to be true. She’d come really, really far from Madripoor.
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“Yes, you should,” he told her. “Because then that would make the fact that Will Ferrell in an Elf costume turns me on not so bad.” He grinned at her, and he leaned in to kiss her softly. “I have a thing for you, too. But I think you already knew that.” It wasn’t that he had kept it much of a secret.
Quite the opposite, really.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and brought her in close as they watched the movie. This wasn’t what he was expecting to happen in Madison Valley, but he was glad it had.
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Sharon gave a happy laugh. “I’ll give it to you. Will ferrell in an Elf costume is a sexy beast.” She returned his kiss, ever so gently. God, she could have a billion of those kisses and never be tired of them.
As he wrapped his arm around her, she sighed and settled in against him to watch the movie. Her heart fluttered, and her stomach twisted, and she smiled. This was perfect.