Title: Cream Colored Sweater
Author: Chrysa
Email: chrysa9@aol.com
Pairing: D/J
Rating: PG
Feedback: yeahsureyabetcha
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I'd be rich if I did. Do I look rich? No. But I really wish I was.
Archive: Take it but leave the disclaimers etc. intact. Just let me know where it's going.
Author note: Inspired in a Gateview Chat. For Meg and everyone who frequents it and knows about The Color That Shall Not Be Mentioned. I promise I won't wig out anymore if it ever is mentioned. Lol
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Where is it? Where is it? Janet grumbled under her breath as she hunted through the drawers then the closet of the bedroom. She stood in the middle of the room and surveyed the damage and groaned. The room was a shambles with sweaters of all shapes, sizes and colors strewn everywhere but no sign of the one she wanted: the cream colored sweater.
She loved that sweater. It looked good with everything and it kept her warm. More importantly it was Daniel's.
Janet looked at her watch and grumbled again. She was supposed to meet Sam in an hour to go shopping and that sweater would go spectacularly with her new jeans. With a sigh she grabbed a random sweater and put it on before going downstairs.
"Janet?" Daniel's voice drifted from the kitchen.
"Yes?" She said adjusting the not-cream-colored-Daniel-sweater as she walked down the stairs.
"Before you come home would you pick up a few things?"
"Sure," she said as she walked into the kitchen then gasped in shock. "That's where it is!"
Daniel turned around a half a tomato in one hand and a knife in the other and looked around. "Where what is?"
"My cream colored sweater!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Last time I looked it was *my* cream colored sweater since it's my size...and I had it first. Plus I banned you from wearing last time you stole it from my drawer."
"I'm your wife. I claim ownership of any clothing of yours that looks good on me," she declared putting her hands on her hips. "Take it off!"
"Excuse me?" He said remembering to put the tomato and the knife down.
"Take it off!" She said striding into the room with her best Napoleonic Doctor voice. "I wanted to wear that sweater with this pair of jeans." She took a hold of the hem and started to tug.
"What?! Wait! Wait!" He said dancing around the room to get away from her. "First off it's my sweater...today," he amended at the look in her eyes. "And second I'm wearing it!! Ownership is nine-tenths of the law, baby! You'll have to catch me first!"
"You asked for it!" She declared as they squared off either side of the kitchen table. She feinted to one side then the other.
Daniel chuckled as they circled the table. "You'll never get it. Give in now."
"Fat chance."
"Ok!" He took off for the living room Janet on his heels.
She chased him around the coffee table, the couch, then back in to the kitchen.
"Give in?" Daniel asked as they ran through the study then back into the living room and up the steps.
"Never!"
He laughed and jumped as her hands grabbed something other than the sweater hem. "Hey! I thought you wanted the sweater!"
"I'll take whatever I can reach," she said as they charged down the hall and into the bedroom where Daniel tripped over a hanger and, with a startled yell, landed face down on the bed.
"BONZAI!" Janet leapt onto the bed and straddled him. "Take it off!"
"Never!" He laughed as her hands snaked under the sweater and tickled him.
"Give in?" She asked in a sweet voice letting him turn over.
Daniel took in the sight of her straddling his hips and made a show of thinking it over. "Maybe."
"Really?"
"I'll negotiate with you," he said running his hands up her forearms.
She narrowed her chocolate brown eyes at him. "Hmm...Terms?"
He bit his lip and plucked at the sleeves of her sweater. "I'll let you have this sweater if! If you let me help you put it on you," he smiled seductively at her.
Janet blinked. "Oh my."
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Sam turned around and smiled as Janet opened the front door. "Hey, Janet!"
"Hey, Sam! Ready to go?"
"Yup." Sam look a good look at the sweater Janet was wearing. "Isn't that Daniel's sweater?"
"This?" Janet looked at the sweater innocently. "Yeah it is."
"Huh. I thought you told me he'd banned you from wearing it."
Janet smiled sweetly as they got into Sam's car and took off. "He did."
Sam looked at her and narrowed her eyes. "So how did you get him to give it up."
"We negotiated. After all isn't marriage about compromise?"
The End
