'Whirlwind', G rated Sentinel drabble

Written for the sentinel_thurschallenge: Quiet Time 

Can be read as gen or *gasp* pre-slash.

WHIRLWIND

 

Work done, feet up, game on, beer in hand, brain on pause. Jim loved his quiet time.

 

The toilet flushed, water ran, the bathroom door flew open. Sandburg scurried out in underwear and socks and dashed into his bedroom. Drawers creaked, shoes bounced across the floor, Sandburg muttered.

 

Jim sipped his beer and tried to focus on the game.

 

Sandburg appeared in shiny shirt and tight jeans. Crossed to the door, picked up his keys and grinned. “Don’t wait up for me.”

 

Jim saluted with his bottle as Sandburg disappeared out the door.

 

Jim used to love his quiet time.