Mitch Rapp (rapp) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-17 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jasmine parks, mitch rapp |
Who: Jaz Parks and Mitch Rapp
Where: Work
When: The morning after this
What: Much teasing and such
Status: Complete
Warnings: Language
When Mitch showed up to work in the same clothes he’d gone home in instantly Jaz was amused and curious. Of course he knew she’d noticed - she had a knack for that kinda detail - but she figured she’d let him suffer a while, unless he decided to tell her what had been going on right out of the door. Unlikely, Jaz suspected. “Coffee?” she asked as she headed into the staff room to grab supplies and a hot drink for the shift ahead. Once they’d run inventory on the ambulance and woken up fully she’d get changed and get on the road. Until then it was ‘where did you sleep last night chess’ with all the fun of the fair for both of them. Would Mitch be embarrassed about any of it? Almost certainly not. Would he cave eventually? Oh hell yes! After all, what were best friends for if not sharing their triumphs and tribulations? Jaz grabbed a couple of doughnuts and a Danish from the breakfast table. Getting in early had it’s bonuses and she offered a doughnut to Mitch. “I’m stocking up for snack-time. Want anything extra?” she asked, the amused smile remaining in place, gently teasing Mitch as they went about their morning routine. ------------ When Mitch had offered to hang out with Lydia, he didn’t exactly know that he was going to be spending the night. But that was what happened and that was why he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Not that it mattered since he had to change into his uniform anyway. “Nah, I’m good,” he told her as he followed her into the staff room. He had seen the looks that Jaz had been giving him. He knew that she wanted to bug him about why he had the same outfit on. But he wasn’t going to say anything. Not yet. He honestly wanted to see how long she could last before being nosy enough to ask. “Nope,” he said as he grabbed the offered doughnut from Jaz’s hand and then took a bite. “Hopefully today isn’t too crazy since the rain has let up some.” * Well if Mitch didn’t want the extra snacks, she’d grab another, just in case the world went insane and forced them to miss lunch. Hey, paramedics, man, preparation was everything! “Guess I’m getting your share too, huh?” Jaz said giving him a smirk. Yeah, she’d share if it came to it, but it didn’t mean she was going to tell him that now. As she grabbed her kit-bag and started restocking stuff from their previous shift. For some unknown reason the hospitals didn’t like leaving drug-stocks in empty ambulances overnight. This job she did carefully and meticulously because lives could depend on any mistakes Jaz made right now. An epipen or dose of Noloxone could make all the difference to their day and she was very much hoping it would be a good one. Particularly as there would be plenty of opportunities to tease Mitch. She knew the game he was playing. Pretty much the same game they’d played since the dawning of their relationship. And Jaz hated that she was always the one to crack first! Unless it was an uber-embarrassing stunt of her own, in which case she would hold out longer. Today, though, Jaz reverted to type. “So did your washing machine break down or did you just sleep in your clothes?” she asked finally as she slung her bag over her shoulder ready to change into her uniform. * “It would appear that way.” If Mitch wanted anything once they were out, he would just steal one of whatever Jaz had ended up grabbing. He wasn’t all too worried about it. After finishing off his doughnut, he climbed into the rig and started helping out, making sure they would have everything they could possibly need for the work day. Yes, it was a game. A game that Mitch always seemed to win. Jaz finally asking him about his clothes proved that this was a game that he always won, no matter what. “Slept in my clothes,” he told her as he hopped down off of the rig and started to walk along side her. “Took you long enough to ask. I thought you would’ve asked me much, much sooner.” * Okay, he might have answered the question but he didn’t supply any of the accompanying details which was beyond frustrating to Jaz. “Impressed myself by how long I held out too,” she told Mitch with a grin as they made their way back inside and started towards the locker rooms. “So, now that I’m asking, let’s get the gory details, huh?” she said shooting him a look of amusement. So what did she want to know? “You slept in your clothes but the question is where?” Jaz asked with raised eyebrows. “Were you doing the walk of shame this morning, huh?” she asked bumping hips with Mitch as they walked. Oh yes, she was going to get all the details. Even if it took her all day.! * Of course he didn’t supply any details. He wasn’t going to make it that easy for Jaz. If she wanted the details then she would have to ask for them. “And what kind of gory details are you looking for here?” He looked over at her. “You know, I don’t get why it’s called the walk of shame. I’m not ashamed that I had sex. Anyway, I spent the night at Lydia’s and nothing happened. I got put on the couch.” He looked at Jaz. “I never get put on the couch.” He knew what was going to come next. Jaz and her teasing. He was ready for it. * She had a very specific and special eye-roll that she kept just for Mitch and she employed it when he asked which gory details Jaz wanted. “You know, the usual! Vital stats, bikini-line styles, positions and marks out of ten,” she told him, “all the details.” Jaz’s brain hit the curveball Mitch had thrown her way with a juddering halt as she contemplated the whole walk of shame phraseology. “Maybe it’s only shame if you can’t get it up?” she suggested with a shrug, “or if the whole thing is a total bust from start for finish without fun for anyone along the way?” She could think on the fly if she had to and those reasons were more than good enough for the name, Jaz felt. Lydia? Right! “The red-head with the ice-cream,” she said with a nod of her head. “Not your worst choice ever,” Jaz suspected that dubious honour would fall squarely on her shoulders. Cause friends, right? “Wait up - you got couched?” That almost literally stopped Jaz in her tracks. “Mitch Rapp, sleeping in his clothes on the couch? Huh.” It took a moment to compute. “That’s a first, right? I mean if it isn’t you’ve been keeping quiet and you never keep quiet about sex.” Jaz knew that secrets were a thing but not one she and Mitch tended to go with. “There was no hooking up at all? Did the lips even get a smooch?” she wanted to know the extent of his humiliation here. * Well, Jaz might want those gory details, but Mitch didn’t have any of those type of details to share with her. Not today anyway. “Are you sure you’re not really a guy hiding under all of that hair and make up?” Mitch shrugged. “Maybe. I’m sure there a lot of reasons behind it.” He was just not shameful about any of it. It was kind of hard to be anyway when Jaz was around. “That would be her,” he said. “Yeah, I got couched.” And here it came. The teasing. “It’s the first time that’s happened.” He shook his head at her next questions. “No hooking up. No kissing. No feeling up. No nothing. And she wants to hang out again today.” Although, this time he didn’t think he would be spending the night. * Mitch had been teasing her about her tom-boyness since they’d met and it didn’t seem like he was about to stop anytime soon, which was cool with Jaz. “Of all the people around I’d be pretty bummed out if you hadn’t noticed I’m penile-deficient,” she said with a laugh. “Dumb reasons,” Jaz said with a shrug of agreement. Hell, she’d have blamed their lack of inhibition talking about sex on their medical career choices, if they hadn’t been just as open since about ever! Like Mitch she didn’t see much point in not talking to her best friend about all the things that happened in her life. So she overshared - deal or walk the fuck away! “I thought going for ice-cream was one of those signals,” Jaz said with a puzzled frown. “Like ‘come watch me lick this phallic cone and later it might just be you’,” or maybe that was just her. “Wow. I’m actually kinda impressed you showed up to work today,” she told Mitch with a massive smirk, “you should be home either comfort-eating a shit-ton of ice-cream straight from the tub or jerking off to PornHub,” she teased, cause how could she not? “Maybe she’s one of those third-date-girls I’ve read?” Jaz suggested with a hint of confusion, “though I thought they’d gone extinct. Or maybe you’ve been seriously friend-zoned?” cause hello, couch! “Talk me through this,” she Jaz said using the universal signal for backing shit up with her hand. “You were invited to stay the night and… what the fuck did you do?” * “I’ve noticed, trust me.” He nodded in agreement. “Very dumb. Then again, not everyone can be just like us.” Jaz probably over shared more than Mitch ever has. And if she ever stopped, he would think something was wrong with her or she was a pod person. “There was no clone licking. The ice cream was in cups.” He rolled his eyes at Jaz. “You’re funny. I think I had enough ice cream anyway.” And because he could, he playfully pushed her away. “I don’t know what her deal is. Not yet.” He was going to find out, though. “Well, first it started with me offering her company because she had some shitty nightmares. All we ended up doing was talking and eating ice cream. And then I got couched.” That wasn’t how he pictured the night ending, but that’s how it ended. “And now here I am telling you what happened, which wasn’t much.” * “People would definitely be happier if they were more like us,” Jaz decided as she considered the amount of angst people seemed to build up around sex. Mitch at least never looked shocked when she put something out there that made most folk look like they had plates for eyes and were doing goldfish impressions. “Perfectly natural function,” she said with a smirk, “also fun. What’s not to like?” If you could go into strategic detail about how to cook or sex or even do surgery and it all be cool, why couldn’t you talk about everything body-related? “Okay, that was your first sign,” she told Mitch with a smile, “cone equals green-lights are a go. Kinda like hot dogs and bananas,” Jaz was starting to make herself hungry now. Damn. “Hey McPushy! I’ll be the next to couch you if you keep that up,” she lied. “So you pulled the White Knight card,” Jaz approved. “A well-known and tried and tested signal of your own.” Lydia had agreed to that much, so unless Mitch had done something truly awful she couldn’t see how the ploy had gone wrong. “White Knight followed by Attentive Male - jeez, Mitch, were you going for the full house?” If he’d followed it up with ‘you cum first’ he’d have hit the hattrick. “Huh,” Jaz pondered for a moment giving full attention to the situation. “Well did you at least check she was single?” she looked Mitch’s way, “or her heart belongs to another!” She clutched her chest and batted her eyes like a silent movie star. “Or she’s just not that into you,” Jaz gave a shrug. “Just don’t take it as a challenge and turn creeper on me,” she warned, “just cause you got couched doesn’t mean you have to hit a homerun next time.” * “Maybe. But that’s not how the world works. Look at all the times we’ve asked people what happened and they are embarrassed to say.” He was rolling his eyes again at the things that Jaz was saying. She deserved that little push more so now. “Yeah, right, you’ll never couch me.” Like he would ever believe tha threat. “Yes, I was,” he said with a smile. “Uh, no, I didn’t ask.” He just assumed that she was single since she didn’t mention having her eye on anyone ore being with anyone. His mistake? “Everyone is into me. You included.” He shook his head. “I’m not going to turn into a creeper. I know when to stop.” * She flashed Mitch a smirk, “well we have dealt with more than our fair share of embarrassing sexual accidents,” Jaz pointed out. “In fact, I’m starting to think ambulance control send us to those on purpose,” she had been thinking that for a while but the frequency of rogue fruits and yoni eggs was starting to increase and she doubted Gwyny was leading the full charge on all of um! Mitch might not believe a word she said but she was girl, right? Just about, anyhow. This gave her insight he clearly needed! “Let’s not test this theory,” Jaz said with a grin, “it’ll bruise both our egos.” “You dirty dog,” Jaz said giving him another hip-bump. “You were pulling out all the moves and you still ended up couched. She’s seeing someone,” she told Mitch categorically. At least that’s what it looked like to her. “Oh dear god, you didn’t just say that!” Jaz said with a Mitch-eye-roll. “Hey, maybe she’s gay? Wait. Now I’m buying into your whole ‘everyone’s into you’ bullshit!” * “Or we’re just that lucky and that’s why we get a lot of those calls.” Mitch laughed a little. “Yeah, okay.” He looked at Jaz with a fake look of shock when she called him a dirty dog. “How dare you call me that… okay, so I was kind of acting like that. Oh, really? And you’re positive about that by just one night of nothing happening?” He shrugged at her next suggestion. “You mean you hadn’t already bought into it? You’re slow.” * “I’m not sure ‘lucky’ is the word I’d use for that chick steam-cleaning her vagina the way Goop told her to and getting the water way too hot,” Jaz answered with a wrinkle of her nose. “Though in all honesty it did need a clean,” but that wasn’t the way to do it - not even nearly! She’d be discharging burn cream for weeks to come, poor soul, but with a good life lesson in hand. Never copy the internet! “And this is why you’re my best friend,” she told Mitch with a bright smile. “You know when not to push it,” Jaz said happily. “Hey, you’re the one saying no one let’s you on the couch… it wasn’t a stretch to the dog-thing,” Jaz told him with a smirk. “Also, you’re kind of a dog. Maybe if you were castrated you’d live a happier, longer life?” she teased, knowing full well Mitch would squirm at that. “You’re the one certain you’d never get turned down, which means she’s taken or gay, by your own logic,” Jaz told him. And nope, she wasn’t buying his theory, not even for a minute. Either he’d been on a run of good luck or hitting on girls giving out the right signals. Either way, epic fail! * “So weird. Thought soap and water was good enough.” He shouldn’t laugh, but he did. “I think that’s a rule everyone should live by. Just because you saw it online doesn’t mean it’s good for you.” People were stupid, though. They were going to do dumb shit even if deep down they knew it could be harmful. “Now if only you would learn not to push,” he joked. “Okay, that’s not even funny.” No guy ever thought anything like that was funny. “Are you done? Because I know I am with this conversation.” Not to mention they were at the locker rooms. Time to split up to change anyway. “No more Lydia talk. I’m going to get ready.” * “Or just go swimming! That way you get added chlorination, if you’re a total germaphobe,” she added with a laugh of her own. “Maybe we should get that stenciled on the side of the rig?” Jaz suggested. “We’d be at the forefront of anti-internet advertising and saving lives and vaginas at the same time,” which should be right up Mitch’s street. Jaz just flashed him a beaming smile and cocked her head to one side, “you like it when I push back, don’t even pretend you don’t,” she answered. Besides pushing Mitch’s buttons was how he knew it was really her inside the skin-suit. “It was pretty funny,” she had to disagree on the basis of the face he was pulling alone, “even if it was for my own amusement.” Jaz grinned as Mitch shut down the conversation, like that was the last he’d hear of Lydia today. Good luck, guy, really! “Don’t go getting any STDs in there, huh?” she told him and blew him a kiss. “See you in five,” Jaz headed into the ladies’ locker room, despite never having been mistaken for a lady in her damn life! * “Or! Stick to taking a shower and using soap and water.” Mitch shook his head no at Jaz’s suggestion. “Let’s not.” He mirrored her head tilt but didn’t smile. “Do I?” he smiled a little. “But I like to pretend.” How long was he going to have to hear this for? He seriously wished Jaz hadn’t caught him coming in. Then they wouldn’t be having this conversation. He thought he had a chance and he obviously didn’t. Yeah, okay, it was a mistake. That didn’t mean he wanted to keep hearing about it. “Uh huh.” He flipped her off and smirked before pushing open the locker room door and going inside. |