Night on the Town
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intheheartTitle: Night on the Town
Rating: PG
Summary: San Francisco won't know what hit it.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Today is James and Joy day, apparently. For a prompt by JT, "James and Joy dorking around San Francisco." Crossover with Mort/James.
"Hi, gorgeous," Joy says brightly, and drops a kiss on James's cheek.
"Hello, beautiful," he replies, smiles just as bright and returns the salutation. "You're looking good."
She beams at him, fluffing at her hair, long and loose down her back and around her face. That and her favorite pink dress, pink purse, kitten-heel shoes, she's even given herself pink streaks in her hair, courtesy of temporary hair chalk. James, bless him, managed to harmonize without matching. He looks like a much more benign Dorian Grey, all lean and bubbly in pale lavender, silver-gold glitter swirling around his eyes and over his cheekbones.
"Thank you," she says, and kisses him again, this time properly on the lips. "You're looking pretty good yourself. I didn't think someone with your complexion could pull off that shade and yet here you are."
James strikes a pose, one hand on his hip and the other behind his head. "I can carry off any color I want," he says, loftily. "I am the king of color."
"My liege," Joy says, or she would have if she could get through it without giggling. "Anyway, I'm all set." She pats her purse, which contains all her tips from this week, all of which she intends to spend today. Shopping and dinner and dancing, maybe sex if James is feeling mischievous, naked cuddling if he's not. They'll pick people up, smile and flirt, try out their worst lines, adjust each other's makeup—and it is not fair that his eyeliner game is better than hers, but he's promised to give her a few tips when they're not both tipsy and giggly and full of gleeful bubbles.
Which they usually are, around each other. James makes her happy. She hopes she makes him happy too.
"I'm good to go," James says, and offers his arm with a flourish. "Let's go find some trouble, shall we?"
She accepts the gesture, and giggles again. "San Francisco won't know what hit it."
Rating: PG
Summary: San Francisco won't know what hit it.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Today is James and Joy day, apparently. For a prompt by JT, "James and Joy dorking around San Francisco." Crossover with Mort/James.
"Hi, gorgeous," Joy says brightly, and drops a kiss on James's cheek.
"Hello, beautiful," he replies, smiles just as bright and returns the salutation. "You're looking good."
She beams at him, fluffing at her hair, long and loose down her back and around her face. That and her favorite pink dress, pink purse, kitten-heel shoes, she's even given herself pink streaks in her hair, courtesy of temporary hair chalk. James, bless him, managed to harmonize without matching. He looks like a much more benign Dorian Grey, all lean and bubbly in pale lavender, silver-gold glitter swirling around his eyes and over his cheekbones.
"Thank you," she says, and kisses him again, this time properly on the lips. "You're looking pretty good yourself. I didn't think someone with your complexion could pull off that shade and yet here you are."
James strikes a pose, one hand on his hip and the other behind his head. "I can carry off any color I want," he says, loftily. "I am the king of color."
"My liege," Joy says, or she would have if she could get through it without giggling. "Anyway, I'm all set." She pats her purse, which contains all her tips from this week, all of which she intends to spend today. Shopping and dinner and dancing, maybe sex if James is feeling mischievous, naked cuddling if he's not. They'll pick people up, smile and flirt, try out their worst lines, adjust each other's makeup—and it is not fair that his eyeliner game is better than hers, but he's promised to give her a few tips when they're not both tipsy and giggly and full of gleeful bubbles.
Which they usually are, around each other. James makes her happy. She hopes she makes him happy too.
"I'm good to go," James says, and offers his arm with a flourish. "Let's go find some trouble, shall we?"
She accepts the gesture, and giggles again. "San Francisco won't know what hit it."
