notyourleader (notyourleader) wrote in nextdoor_redux, @ 2012-09-12 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 12.17.12, josh, josh and jude, jude |
You're losing your touch, Lasko...
Who: Josh and Jude
What: Fun in the snow
When: 12.17.12 - Monday Morning
Where: The Lasko Residence
Warnings: None.
Jude liked the snow. It was pretty. At least right now it was. Likely it would become slush and all that, be a pain in the ass to shovel and make things difficult when it came to going outside and the like. Now though it was an excuse to tease Josh a little. She'd seen him head out into the backyard, likely to make sure that some of the lawn furniture was put out in the shed since Dante had warned them that the snow was going to get worse. Either way, she put on her boots and her jacket and followed him out. When he came out of the shed, she tossed a snowball at his chest, grinning and giggling when he looked like he was about to fall over. "You're losing your touch, Lasko," she teased. "You should have seen that coming."
Josh didn’t like the snow. It was cold, and wet, and it got into his boots. Which he hadn’t known were leaking, until he was ankle-deep in white stuff. He’d put on a coat, but no gloves, his hands red and chilled by the time he’d locked away all the lawn furniture. He was focusing on getting back inside, getting a cup of coffee to warm up. So of course, he didn’t see the snowball coming. Staring down at it, wide-eyed for a moment, he looked at her. And narrowed his eyes. And smirked. Running towards her, he reached out to grab her around the waist, intent on throwing her into the snow.
She squealed and tried to run away when he started running towards her. Not that it would do much good because he caught her around her waist and she laughed and squirmed. "No," she pleaded, still laughing. "No fair," she complained, trying her best to get away from him to no avail. "Not fair. You're faster than me, and I have asthma, that's just mean," she whined.
He couldn’t help the startled laugh he let out at her squeal, the way she squirmed when he grabbed her. Picking her up, he carried her over to one of the deeper drifts already piling up, holding her up higher and then dropping her unceremoniously into the snow. And shovelling an armful of it over her face for good measure. “Shouldn’t start a fight you don’t plan on finishing,” he pointed out, dancing out of retaliatory range, reaching down to grab a handful of snow, packing it into a loose snowball, ready to fling at her.
Oh that was just wrong. She was still trying to get snow out of her hair when he lobbed a snowball at her and got her right in the face. "Okay, okay, you win," she whined, spitting snow out and shaking her head, flinging snow across the yard that had clung to her short hair. "You're such a bastard," she teased, getting up from where he'd plopped her in the snow and trying to get some of it wiped off of her body. "One snowball and you toss me into a big pile. Yeah, thanks, love you too."
Josh nearly fell on his ass, he was laughing so hard. Oh, that was brilliant. “Yeah, yeah, you’re just sore because I won,” he pointed out, watching as she got to her feet and tried to brush herself off. “And if you don’t wanna get your ass dumped in the snow, you shouldn’t sneak up on a Lasko.” He stuck his tongue out at her, still laughing softly. And then, of course, madam harpy upstairs slammed Eli’s window open and yelled at them to shut the fuck up, some people were trying to sleep. Which of course meant that Josh had to lob a snowball at Artemis’ face, miss horribly, and then duck hurriedly as she flung it straight back at him, catching his shoulder. Snarling something intelligible, she slammed the window shut, leaving Josh to look a bit shamefaced-ly at Jude. “Whoops?” He said, looking not at all upset that they’d woken Artemis up.
"Jerk," Jude told him, shaking her head again, picking up a snowball and hurling it at the man. She nailed his shoulder this time and immediately ran off behind the shed to get away from him. She knew she couldn't, but what was more fun than having Josh chase her? Not anything she could think of. She managed to get behind the shed before him, heading around the other side and grabbing another snowball. When he rounded the corner, she smashed it against his face and grinned. "Sneak attack," she teased, wrapping her arms around him to keep him from going in for another attack. "You're not gonna stuff me in the snow again, are you?" she said, pouting a little as she looked up at him.
Josh grinned, picking up a snowball before giving chase...and running face-first into the snowball she threw at him. Spluttering, he grabbed hold of her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Which, unfortunately for her, meant he had the perfect angle to grab the hood of her coat, tug it back from her neck, and drop the snowball down inside her jacket. Grinning, he patted her back hard, smushing the snowball into her jacket and sweater. “Nope,” he said, snickering. Yeah, Josh could be a big kid sometimes. A mean big kid.
Jude shivered and squealed, pulling her jacket off, which really wasn't helping much to keep her from getting cold but hey, she had to get the snowball out of there. She dropped the jacket on the ground and reached back to try and get the rest of the snow off her back to no avail. She shivered again and gave up on trying to win with Josh because when it came to snow, she wasn't going to win. "God you're an ass," she muttered, teeth chattering.
Okay, yeah, now he felt bad. He frowned as she shrugged her jacket off, reaching up to brush the snow off her back. “Put your coat on,” he said. “You’re gonna freeze.” It wasn’t a big snowball. And if it had been him? He would’ve just run around until it melted. He was gonna get changed when he went inside, anyway. He guessed having snowball fights with girls was a little different to with his brothers. “Also, who started the snowball fight?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"I hit you in the chest and you stuffed me in a mound of snow," she retorted. "I hit you in the arm and once in the face which you walked into and you sh-sh-shove a snowball down my sh-sh-shirt. So not playing fair," she said, sticking her tongue out at him and picking up her jacket. She shook out the rest of the snow and pulled it on again curling in against herself and scrunching up her nose a little.
“Snowball fight,” He said, in a patient, explaining-to-children voice. You didn’t play fair in a snowball fight, that’s how you won. Sighing, he picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carrying her back towards the house. “C’mon, let’s get you warm before you hack up a lung.” He set her down on the porch, toeing off his boots as he opened the back door, stepping inside and groaning as the warm air hit him.
She let him carry her towards the door and when he sat her down again, she took off her own boots and socks, heading inside after him and taking off her jacket to hang it on the hook by the door. "Remind me not to not play snowball fight with you anymore," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him again and heading for the bathroom, more than ready for a hot bath after that.
“Don’t play with Max or Eli,” he warned her. “They fight dirty, too.” All three of them were as bad as the others. He hung up his coat, padding across the kitchen to flick the kettle on. “You want some hot cocoa?” That, a blanket, and curling up with Jude for a lazy morning. That was his plan, until he had to move to get ready for work. Though if the weather kept going the way it was, he wasn’t sure they’d even be opening tonight.
"Thanks for the tip," she said. She took a little while to change clothes, taking one of Josh's oversized t-shirts and putting it on over a pair of her own shorts. She headed for the kitchen after him, sliding her arms around his waist from behind. "Cocoa sounds good," she murmured, pressing her lips against the back of his shirt.
Josh smiled, leaning back just a little into her arms. He turned around, sliding one arm around her, leaning down for a kiss. “Warmer now?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. Her hair was still a little damp, curling at the ends. Smiling, he twisted a strand of it around one finger, kissing her again. Yeah, he wasn’t ever gonna get tired of that.
Jude smiled when he slid his arm around her and kissed her, playing with her hair so gently. "Mhm," she told him, nodding. "Especially now." She didn't think she was ever going to get tired of this either. Of his kisses, his gentle touches and most of all, the safety she felt when she was near him. That grin of his wasn't something she thought she'd easily be bored of either, but that went without saying really. "I suppose we'll have to keep quiet if we want the banshee to not murder us," she teased. "Movie?"
“Fuck her,” Josh grumbled. “Like she hasn’t woken me up enough times stumbling in here from the bar on my nights off.” If it wasn’t for the security risk, he’d be tempted to ask Jayne to put a spell on his room that kept sound out as well as in. Being a light sleeper wasn’t always an advantage with so many people in the house. “Movie sounds good,” he nodded. “Long as you don’t mind me falling asleep.” He’d woken up way too early, he still didn’t know why. And after a late night at the bar, he could use the sleep. He was just glad that Dante had decided to close the bar because of the weather - he’d need to check if they were even going to risk opening tonight at all.
"I don't mind," she told him. Curling up with Josh and falling asleep sounded just fine to her. She hoped that Dante did close up the bar that night so he wouldn't have to go in. She thought he might since he'd already said that they were closing for a couple of days for bad weather. Why not start it on a Monday? "Just don't snore or I'm gonna kick you out of the bed," she teased.
“I don’t snore,” Josh argued, turning to fill two mugs of cocoa, handing one to her. “Anyone who says different is a vicious liar.” Or not. It was just that Josh couldn’t hear himself, therefore he didn’t snore. At all. Sliding his hand down her back, he led the way to the living room, grabbing a thick blanket on the way. He sat down, legs along the couch, leaning against the arm, setting his mug on the floor. “C’mere, I’ll warm you up,” he smirked a little, reaching out to tug her into his arms, laying the blanket over the both of them. He could call Dante later. First, he had a hot drink and a hotter woman to cuddle.