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michalsShopping
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Dom/Arthur
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Summary:
Notes: For this prompt at the kink meme:
Arthur and Dom are in an established relationship and have to take the kids grocery shopping. Phillipa loves talking to and charming everyone in the store despite what her daddies tell her about not talking to strangers and James wants to know what everything is. Bonus points for Arthur and/or Dom being hit on by horny housewives.
Also, wrote this forever ago, when the prompt first went up, then got really busy and forgot about it and just went to hunt it down now. I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who commented over at the meme!
"How can we be out of everything already?"
Dom meets his eyes over his bowl of cereal - the last of the box - and shrugs.
"They're growing kids Arthur." He says through a mouthful.
"Those are the pickiest kids I've ever seen, there's no reason we should be going through food this fast." He checks the pantry for the one last box of cereal - Captain Crunch for God's sake, "Phillipa won't eat anything green, or 'squishy' and James only eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." He checks and yes, they're out of peanut butter, jelly, and bread.
Dom chews his cereal absentmindedly and watches Arthur rummage through the kitchen, eventually settling down with a huff and a soggy bowl of Captain Crunch.
James and Phillipa, already fed and dressed, are playing in the living room. Dom calls, "Hey guys? You wanna come grocery shopping with me and Arthur?"
Twin squeals of joy erupt from the next room and Dom looks to Arthur, who raises his eyebrows and says, "I'm making the list."
-
"What's that?"
"A fire hydrant."
"What's that?"
"A bicycle."
"What's that."
"James, that's a dog, I know you know what a dog is."
James giggles happily from his car seat and Dom has to look over his shoulder and smile at him. Phillipa strains against her seat belt to peer over Arthur shoulder in the driver's seat.
"A-Arthur, can we get ice cream?"
Arthur looks to Dom, who just bites back a grin and shrugs.
"We don't need ice cream, Phil."
"But, but just because we don't need it doesn't mean we can't get it." The girl is a bundle of energy and high spirits; she can barely stand talking slower than her brain can work.
Dom makes a noise, "Can't escape that kind of logic."
"You aren't helping." Arthur mutters.
-
"What's that?"
"A cucumber."
"What's that?"
"Squash, James."
"What's that?"
"An alien egg."
James turns on Dom with wide eyes, "Really?!"
"Yes!" Dom says, trying not to laugh. Arthur comes up to the cart and dumps several very healthy, very boring items in.
"Ugh!" James says and pokes at the bag of artichokes through the cart.
If, five years ago, you'd told Arthur that his job as point man to a world renowned extractor, controlling dreams inside dreams inside dreams - would eventually come down to arguing the nutritional benefits of artichokes with a three year old, well, being laughed at would just be one of your worries.
"Where'd you get that Phillipa? Did you take it?" Dom asks the five year old as she skips up to the cart.
"Nope!" She chirps, "That lady gave it to me, isn't it pretty?" She pats at the little daisy she's got tucked behind one ear.
Dom glances over at the florist who just smiles and waves. He turns back to his little girl, who's looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.
"Alright but next time don't go running off, okay?" She gives a big nod and squirms her hand between Dom's and the handle of the cart. They walk off down the rest of the aisle, James galloping off ahead with Dom warning him every two seconds "don't touch that."
Arthur lags behind a little and watches the little family. No, five years ago he'd never imagined he'd be so, so domestic.
-
Dom sidles up to Arthur as Arthur's inspecting the nutritional information on the back of a frozen pizza.
"Don't look back-" Dom whispers.
"What? Why not?" Arthur swings around and demands, hackles rising on instinct.
"No, no! Okay, that woman? The brunette? Yeah, she just pinched my ass." Dom looks both shell-shocked and amused.
"What?" Arthur hisses, he tries to turn around again, but Dom grabs his upper arm.
"Don't shoot her Arthur." Dom says with a wry grin.
Easy for him to say, Arthur thinks, just because Arthur's not allowed to carry his gun in the supermarket anymore.
"Thank you sir!" Phillipa's little voice chimes as a scrawny associate hands her a tub of ice cream from the very top shelf of one of the cases. She gives him a huge smile and the guy can't help but smile back as she plucks the tub from his hand.
She trips over to Dom and Arthur, her flip-flops slapping the floor, James buzzing around her like a fly.
"What's that Phil?"
"It's ice cream James." She says, with all the wisdom of a five year old talking to a three year old.
She presents her trophy to Dom and Arthur. Dom sighs and looks to Arthur.
Arthur wants to sigh, but Dom already did that, so he just takes the ice cream from Phillipa and drops it on the growing mountain of food in the cart.
James cheers and Arthur thinks the look on Phillipa's face could classify as 'smug'.
-
"What are these?" Arthur says and holds up a bag of chocolate-chip cookies as he makes to put them on the conveyor belt. "James? Phillipa? Who put this in here?"
"Nuh-uh Arthur, I didn't do it!" James says, all earnest and big eyed. When Arthur looks at Phillipa she shakes her head exaggeratedly.
That just leaves one culprit. Arthur turns to Dom, who's looking at the ceiling, trying very hard to look nonchalant.
By now, Arthur's given up, so he just drops them on the belt with all the other food, but he can't really stop the growing grin on his face as Dom gives him a brilliant smile.
A clatter of metal draws his attention to the person joining them in line. Arthur's less than happy to see that it's the horny brunette from the frozen aisle. She's a ghastly affair, all pastels and pink lipstick, her hair in a bob, the epitome of suburbia. She catches Arthur's eye and smiles, all pretense and innocence...
Arthur reaches behind Dom and grabs his ass roughly, glaring at the woman, his message clear: mine.
When he turns back to Dom, Dom's red faced and abashed but Arthur's all smiles. He happily pays for the groceries and tells Phillipa and James that they're heading back to the car and they dash up to the door only to be deterred by the toy vending machines. Dom ambles after them with the cart. Arthur grabs the last bag and glances back to the woman, who's almost as red as Dom and avoiding his eye. Arthur smirks and follows after his family.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Dom/Arthur
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Summary:
Notes: For this prompt at the kink meme:
Arthur and Dom are in an established relationship and have to take the kids grocery shopping. Phillipa loves talking to and charming everyone in the store despite what her daddies tell her about not talking to strangers and James wants to know what everything is. Bonus points for Arthur and/or Dom being hit on by horny housewives.
Also, wrote this forever ago, when the prompt first went up, then got really busy and forgot about it and just went to hunt it down now. I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who commented over at the meme!
"How can we be out of everything already?"
Dom meets his eyes over his bowl of cereal - the last of the box - and shrugs.
"They're growing kids Arthur." He says through a mouthful.
"Those are the pickiest kids I've ever seen, there's no reason we should be going through food this fast." He checks the pantry for the one last box of cereal - Captain Crunch for God's sake, "Phillipa won't eat anything green, or 'squishy' and James only eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." He checks and yes, they're out of peanut butter, jelly, and bread.
Dom chews his cereal absentmindedly and watches Arthur rummage through the kitchen, eventually settling down with a huff and a soggy bowl of Captain Crunch.
James and Phillipa, already fed and dressed, are playing in the living room. Dom calls, "Hey guys? You wanna come grocery shopping with me and Arthur?"
Twin squeals of joy erupt from the next room and Dom looks to Arthur, who raises his eyebrows and says, "I'm making the list."
-
"What's that?"
"A fire hydrant."
"What's that?"
"A bicycle."
"What's that."
"James, that's a dog, I know you know what a dog is."
James giggles happily from his car seat and Dom has to look over his shoulder and smile at him. Phillipa strains against her seat belt to peer over Arthur shoulder in the driver's seat.
"A-Arthur, can we get ice cream?"
Arthur looks to Dom, who just bites back a grin and shrugs.
"We don't need ice cream, Phil."
"But, but just because we don't need it doesn't mean we can't get it." The girl is a bundle of energy and high spirits; she can barely stand talking slower than her brain can work.
Dom makes a noise, "Can't escape that kind of logic."
"You aren't helping." Arthur mutters.
-
"What's that?"
"A cucumber."
"What's that?"
"Squash, James."
"What's that?"
"An alien egg."
James turns on Dom with wide eyes, "Really?!"
"Yes!" Dom says, trying not to laugh. Arthur comes up to the cart and dumps several very healthy, very boring items in.
"Ugh!" James says and pokes at the bag of artichokes through the cart.
If, five years ago, you'd told Arthur that his job as point man to a world renowned extractor, controlling dreams inside dreams inside dreams - would eventually come down to arguing the nutritional benefits of artichokes with a three year old, well, being laughed at would just be one of your worries.
"Where'd you get that Phillipa? Did you take it?" Dom asks the five year old as she skips up to the cart.
"Nope!" She chirps, "That lady gave it to me, isn't it pretty?" She pats at the little daisy she's got tucked behind one ear.
Dom glances over at the florist who just smiles and waves. He turns back to his little girl, who's looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.
"Alright but next time don't go running off, okay?" She gives a big nod and squirms her hand between Dom's and the handle of the cart. They walk off down the rest of the aisle, James galloping off ahead with Dom warning him every two seconds "don't touch that."
Arthur lags behind a little and watches the little family. No, five years ago he'd never imagined he'd be so, so domestic.
-
Dom sidles up to Arthur as Arthur's inspecting the nutritional information on the back of a frozen pizza.
"Don't look back-" Dom whispers.
"What? Why not?" Arthur swings around and demands, hackles rising on instinct.
"No, no! Okay, that woman? The brunette? Yeah, she just pinched my ass." Dom looks both shell-shocked and amused.
"What?" Arthur hisses, he tries to turn around again, but Dom grabs his upper arm.
"Don't shoot her Arthur." Dom says with a wry grin.
Easy for him to say, Arthur thinks, just because Arthur's not allowed to carry his gun in the supermarket anymore.
"Thank you sir!" Phillipa's little voice chimes as a scrawny associate hands her a tub of ice cream from the very top shelf of one of the cases. She gives him a huge smile and the guy can't help but smile back as she plucks the tub from his hand.
She trips over to Dom and Arthur, her flip-flops slapping the floor, James buzzing around her like a fly.
"What's that Phil?"
"It's ice cream James." She says, with all the wisdom of a five year old talking to a three year old.
She presents her trophy to Dom and Arthur. Dom sighs and looks to Arthur.
Arthur wants to sigh, but Dom already did that, so he just takes the ice cream from Phillipa and drops it on the growing mountain of food in the cart.
James cheers and Arthur thinks the look on Phillipa's face could classify as 'smug'.
-
"What are these?" Arthur says and holds up a bag of chocolate-chip cookies as he makes to put them on the conveyor belt. "James? Phillipa? Who put this in here?"
"Nuh-uh Arthur, I didn't do it!" James says, all earnest and big eyed. When Arthur looks at Phillipa she shakes her head exaggeratedly.
That just leaves one culprit. Arthur turns to Dom, who's looking at the ceiling, trying very hard to look nonchalant.
By now, Arthur's given up, so he just drops them on the belt with all the other food, but he can't really stop the growing grin on his face as Dom gives him a brilliant smile.
A clatter of metal draws his attention to the person joining them in line. Arthur's less than happy to see that it's the horny brunette from the frozen aisle. She's a ghastly affair, all pastels and pink lipstick, her hair in a bob, the epitome of suburbia. She catches Arthur's eye and smiles, all pretense and innocence...
Arthur reaches behind Dom and grabs his ass roughly, glaring at the woman, his message clear: mine.
When he turns back to Dom, Dom's red faced and abashed but Arthur's all smiles. He happily pays for the groceries and tells Phillipa and James that they're heading back to the car and they dash up to the door only to be deterred by the toy vending machines. Dom ambles after them with the cart. Arthur grabs the last bag and glances back to the woman, who's almost as red as Dom and avoiding his eye. Arthur smirks and follows after his family.
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:20 am (UTC)It was great, I can just see them in my mind, arthurbeing all possessive is HOT!!!!
I'm begging you, write more!!!
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