Drabble: Not Much Upstairs (Jamie/Sam)

[john_amend_all]

The explanation for this is probably longer than the drabble, but here goes:

Over on lost_spook's post mentioning the unconventionalcourtship ficathon, I threw together a Jamie/Sam banner. Then I looked at the list of prompts, and saw number 76.

A sex god in her bedroom! Hiring a centrefold stud to remodel her home was crazy. But Marty Owens, practical bookstore owner, was a desperate woman, and contractor Cole Stevens was a man with muscles, strong hands and a seductive voice promising he could get the job done – fast. It made perfect sense for him to move in so he could work days and nights.

And straightaway I thought of this. It's far too slender a joke for a 1000+ word ficathon entry, but about the right size to hang a drabble on.

Samantha pointed upward. "Jamie, that ceiling's definitely bulging."

"So?"

"So I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to."

At this point, the ceiling cracked, dumping what felt like the entire contents of the bathtub on them both. In a belated attempt to protect Samantha, Jamie threw himself on her, but the gesture was magnificently futile.

Samantha spat out a mouthful of plaster. "You promised me you were an expert with pipes!"

"I meant bagpipes."

"Jamie McCrimmon, I am seriously going to kill you." She found herself looking at his dripping hair and irresistible hangdog expression. "Tomorrow. Maybe."

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Comments

[thisbluespirit]

:lol:

M&B summaries do terrify me a bit sometimes. (Why? What was she thinking? That's not how you go about DIY! Or finding a plumber/plasterer/electrician etc. Dear heavens above.)

However, they are redeemed by such nonsense as this and the whole fest.

Plus Sam/Jamie = ♥

[john_amend_all]

Thanks :-). The only other place I've encountered the concept of a live-in builder was in Linda Smith's surreal radio series A Brief History of Timewasting, and that certainly wasn't played for romance...

ETA: And talking about terrifying summaries, #133:

When they see a red chair at an antique shop that would make a perfect prop for their sexy scenarios, Suzanne can't resist splurging on it

Eww.