Bad to the Bone?

By Amy Jonas

Category: Jimmy/Yves romance fluff

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: *Checks the telepromtor* Not mine. Damn. 

Archieve: See. Want. Take. Just let me know.

Summary: What can I say, its fun fluff

A/N: This is my escape from the angst I’ve been writing lately. 
Sit back and have some fun. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Come on Yves. You said you would do it."

"Jimmy," Yves’ voice called from the other room, "I feel utterly 
ridiculous….and the cement floor is freezing. Don’t you boys pay 
your electric bill?"

"You promised." Jimmy pleaded. He waited a beat, smiling. When 
he heard the exasperated sigh., he knew he had won. He pressed 
the play button on his CD player. ‘Bad to the Bone ‘ filled the 
warehouse. 

A few seconds passed then Jimmy was rewarded with Yves 
sauntering out from his room dressed in nothing but one of his 
white shirts that reached almost to her knees and a pair of dark 
sunglasses. She looked his way, heaved a long suffering sigh 
then began to jam on an imaginary guitar. 

Jimmy grinned when she seemed to get into the music, playing the 
air guitar enthusiastically. At one point she leaped into the 
air treating him to a view of very tiny white bikini panties. As 
the music came to its conclusion, Yves slammed her guitar 
against the floor. If it had been real, it would have smashed to 
smithereens. 

Yves turned to Jimmy when he started clapping, a wide grin on 
his face. He laughed, shouting "Encore!" She rolled her eyes 
relieved the dark glasses hid her eyes. He was right. It had 
been fun, she just hoped she had remembered to shut down all the 
surveillance cameras. She shuddered to think what Frohike and 
Langly would do if they saw *that* performance. 

"You know, Yves," Jimmy said after a moment,"you just destroyed 
your guitar. You aren’t supposed to do that."

"It’s an imaginary guitar, it doesn’t matter." She shook her 
head and went to him, taking his hands in hers. She started 
walking backwards, leading him to his bedroom. "I’m cold." She 
let the smile out this time. "Do you think there is anything you 
can do to help me warm up?"

Jimmy’s smile widened. "Yeah, I might be able to think of 
something."