ID cards! A little jimanya ficlet with no where to go ♡ So here you go!
CW: light spanking 😉
"He's a handsome fella. I can show you, if you want."
"You have his picture?"
"Yeah. I keep it in my wallet."
Jimmy leans on the bed and reaches for his pocket. Anya chuckles, but Jim isn't joking. He pulls out a worn leather bifold and opens it.
There's a good handful of things inside. Cards, paper, Jim's ID stuffed into the same see-through slot as his drivers license.
Anya blinks. Then laughs for real. Her hand has to fly to cover her mouth.
"Jim, is that your actual wallet? The one you use at home?"
"Yeah."
"Do you carry that with you all the time?"
"Well, yeah." Jimmy says, and puffs his chest. "Of course I do."
Anya splutters.
"What do you mean of course you do? Why?"
"I keep my ID card in it!"
"But- the whole thing? You didn't take anything out of it?"
"What's the point? I would just have to put it all back when I get home. Why is that funny?"
"Because we're in space, and you're carrying around a deli punch card!"
"I only need two more punches! I don't want to lose it."
She errupts with more giggles. Jim pinches off a grin and humphs, snapping the wallet closed. "Now I'm not going to show you, since you're making fun of me."
"No!" Anya wails, and tries to swipe the wallet over his arm. He holds it out of her reach.
"Show me! I'm sorry I laughed. It's very cool and normal that you carry your wallet with you on a spaceship."
She tries to look sincere, but her smile cracks the facade. Jimmy is starting to crack too.
"Okay, miss nurse. What do you do with your ID, huh? Stick it loose in your pocket?"
"Yes! It's the only thing I need."
"And look how well that works out for you. You lose it everyday."
She shoves him. "Shut up. No I don't!"
"Yes you do."
"Temporarily forgetting where I put it isn't the same as losing it."
"Uh huh. If only there was a place you could put it back every time. Maybe in some kind of pouch you can carry around?"
She shoves him. "Okay! Okay! Show me your dog."
He snorts, and draws out a small Polaroid. Anya starts to snicker some more.
"What!"
"Nothing!" But she spits another laugh. "I'm just glad to know that if we're ever in an emergency, you have your Costco card at the ready."
"Okay, you're asking for it."
Jimmy closes the wallet around the photo and tosses it to the side, diving for her.
Anya flails, and makes a show of getting away, but Jimmy's on her before she can crawl off the bed.
He hauls her onto her front, tugs her shorts down, and spanks her. Raining smacks on her soft skin. They're loud enough to be heard down the hall.
She kicks, and laughs, until her laughs become gasps and her gasps become squeaks.
Jimmy gives her rump a squeeze. Anya rolls over to look up at him. Her cheeks are flushed. Her brown eyes shine. Jim smiles.
"You're a real brat, you know. Just you wait. Next time I find your card lying around somewhere, I'm going to take it. Then you'll be sorry."
