Bad to the Bone?

By Amy Jonas
Category: Jimmy/Yves romance fluff
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: *Checks the teleprompter* Not mine. Damn.
Archive: See. Want. Take. Just let me know.
Summary: Just what was missing from those few minuntes of blank surveillance tape?
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. When he heard the exasperated sigh, he knew he had won. Smiling, 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; she really 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."