By Aouda Fogg

Jim's feeling a little deprived...

"Come on, Chief," there was a definite whine in Jim Ellison's voice. "I'm feeling deprived."

Blair Sandburg's voice, on the other hand, was exceedingly patient and reasonable. "It hasn't been that long." He kept chopping the carrots for the salad.

"Feels like it."

"Your time sense might be a little skewed."

Jim shrugged. Rather petulantly, really. "I miss it. I miss it a lot."

Blair paused long enough to smile at his lover. "I do, too. And it's not like I'm not looking forward to doing it again, either."

This time Jim contented himself with just a sigh as Blair went on.

"It's just our schedules have been so crazy, and work, you've got to admit, has been worse than hectic."

"I know, I know. But we haven't even gotten to use the new stuff we bought. I can't wait to use that --"

Blair's smile took on an distinct air of anticipation. "Oh, yeah. That's going to be awesome. That is one seriously great catalogue. Hey, I want to go first with the--"

"Flip for it?"

"Yeah, that's fair." Sandburg finished tossing the salad and handed the bowl to Jim to put on the table. "Don't worry, Big Guy, we'll get to go fishing again soon."

Fin

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