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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 20:59:37 GMT -6
”I would love, in fact.” [/color] Jensen noticed how there wasn’t any hesitation in her words. It made him smile. ”But only if yeh’ll le’ me bring some dessert. I’m a bi’ of a baker myself.” It was true, Jensen was more of a baker than a cook. His sister Meredith was the cook… so she was the one that would make dinner for the four of them and Jensen was the one that would make dessert. He liked being in the kitchen, it just wasn’t likeable that whenever he tried to make dinner i.e. spaghetti or meatloaf, it turned out bad, as he usually burned whatever it was he was making. ”That would be perfect. I’m a good cook, but baking escapes me in all honesty. Do you…have a preference of what you would like..orrr not like? Are you a picky eater? I tend to experiment.”[/color] Jensen shrugged. No, he’d eat anything. He was… it was weird, his eating habits. ”Picky eaters aren’ good for society,” he chuckled, remembering his nanny’s words. She was a smart lady… and more of a mother than his actual mother. But then again, if his mother weren’t the way she was… he wouldn’t have his younger sister Arielle or his brother Erick. Both of whom he cared about quite a bit. ”I’m sure tha’ I’ll like whatever yeh decide to make, Len.”[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by lena on Jul 7, 2011 21:09:57 GMT -6
”Picky eaters aren’ good for society.”
Lenna's eyebrows raised at him in surprise. An amused little smirk crossed her face. "Well they certainly don't make an appropriate dinner guest," she said with a nod before eating another grape. Lenna's eyes traveled to the back room, wondering what Emmett would have to say after she left. She knew he wouldn't say anything to her.
Lenna was confident about that. In her mind, Emmett would have been happy given how he was absent for the time she dated Paul and didn't want her with anyone like him. And Jensen was...far...so very far from her ex boyfriend. And the house was spotless so it wasn't as if either of them would have to clean. Her mother's letter came into her mind and Lenna blushed softly at the thought, eating another grape. Sexual Frustration...oh Merlin.
”I’m sure tha’ I’ll like whatever yeh decide to make, Len.”
"Or you won't and you'll lie to be polite," she said, jokingly. "But, I still advise a haircut..especially now that you know you don't have to come to the hospital to see me. Just a trim would suit I'm sure if you're not willing to part with your luscious locks," she said, grinning. Lenna did like that his hair wasn't so short. It suited him and somehow she found it highly attractive when paired with his eyes. She just...didn't like how there was more than a possibility it could fall in his eyes and cause an accident at its current length. |
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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 21:30:36 GMT -6
”Well they certainly don’t make an appropriate dinner guest.” [/color] Jensen chuckled lightly and shrugged. Surely they didn’t… because anything you would make for them would be rejected. And as we all know, Jensen wasn’t one that liked rejection… but then again, who did? What type of person would actually enjoy being rejected? Any type of rejection… picky eaters to “no, I won’t go on a date with you.” Yeah. Rejection sucks. ”I’m sure tha’ I’ll like whatever yeh decide to make, Len.” Surely he would… like we mentioned before. He wasn’t very picky when it came to food. ”Or you won’t and you’ll lie to be polite. But, I still advise a haircut..especially now that you know you don’t have to come to the hospital to see me. Just a trim would suit I’m sure if you’re not willing to part with your luscious locks.”[/color] And there she went, going on about his hair again. Jensen didn’t know what to think. ”Lenna…” he sounded as if he were going to scold her, just as a parent might to a small child. Of course, he wouldn’t. ”wha’ if I said no? Wha’ woul’ happen if I showe’ up tonight with my hair, exactly the way it is?” he smirked, half joking. Jensen really didn’t want to go and get his haircut… the ony way he would probably do it is if he were half dragged into a salon. If he was absolutely forced, he would probably do it himself with a hair-cutting charm, but the last time he had tried to accomplish this, he’d looked like a child with a pair of scissors, holding onto his bangs. Only… less dramatic of course. It just wasn’t as good.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 7, 2011 21:41:28 GMT -6
”Lenna…”
Lenna swallowed the bite of her sandwich, looking up at him quickly in response to his tone - just like a child would if they had done something. Len grew up in a very proper environment. Everything had to be just so, which was why she was so particular about things, though not as nearly as particular as Emmett was. Her brother was...special. Yup, that's how Lenna referred to him at times. He was a bit OCD, she guessed. Then again, looking down at her napkin and food...but who didn't like a tidy lunch?
”wha’ if I said no? Wha’ woul’ happen if I showe’ up tonight with my hair, exactly the way it is?”
She smiled for a moment, amused. Then she pursed her lips, looking up at the ceiling in mock concentration, though she was indeed actually thinking. Lenna placed a finger to her lips, tapped it twice and let out a "hm" sound. Then she raised her eyebrows, her amused smile shifting into a more clever smirk. "Well, we would still have dinner and dessert if you showed up with your hair as is. Of course, I favor seeing a man's eyebrows and..well.."
Lenna tried her best to keep the clever smirk upon her lips, but she faltered, blushing slightly. "you've amazing eyes and I just thought if I were to be close to you tonight, I wouldn't want anything obscuring my view." Quickly, she turned her attention back to her food, biting a chip and trying to fight off a pleased little smile at her bold words.
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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 21:56:42 GMT -6
When Jensen had said her name, she looked up at him just as he suspected she would, as if she had done something wrong. Which, was quite amusing, since, she of course did nothing wrong. Jensen smiled at her and continued speaking. ”wha’ if I said no? Wha’ woul’ happen if I showe’ up tonight with my hair, exactly the way it is?” Of course, if it bothered Lenna so much he would probably trim it up a bit. It was just the getting there that would be the hard part. Jensen was quite unmotivated when it came to his hair. He raised an eyebrow once more when Lenna made the ‘hm’ sound and he wondered just what could be concocting in that mind of hers.
”Well, we would still have dinner and dessert if you showed up with your hair as is. Of course, I favor seeing a man’s eyebrows and..well..” [/color] Jensen noticed the slight falter in her smirk, and his smile turned into somewhat of a smirk as well. ”you’ve amazing eyes and I just thought if I were to be close to you tonight, I wouldn’t want anything obscuring my view.”[/color] Jensen was a bit taken aback by her words. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. He felt silly… but why would he feel silly? It was Lenna that had the confidence this time, and him with the ability to reject or accept. Jensen’s eyebrows lowered and his eye size went back to normal, but his smirk was still present on his lips. ”Is tha’ so? I don’ think I’m the only one with the nice eyes, though…” Jensen wondered what her comment was about. Was it the sexual frustration that her mother was speaking of? Or… just… was she that bold?[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 7, 2011 22:23:33 GMT -6
”Is tha’ so? I don’ think I’m the only one with the nice eyes, though…”
There was a soft "ew" that could be heard from the back room. "Oh," she said, her eyebrows raised, a pink tinge sweeping across her cheeks at once. Lenna had caught his reaction to her words, and it made her feel a bit confident. She wasn't exactly insecure around men, she just tended to be awkward. Paul was her only intimate encounter with the opposite sex beyond kissing. He enjoyed her, but Lenna wasn't so sure what men really wanted or liked. She wasn't so confident. Paul had had many other women while he was with her. Wasn't it normal for her to wonder if she ever really satisfied?
Okay, so maybe she was a bit insecure. It would take her awhile to build up her confidence with Jensen, she thought. Awhile meaning she planned on getting to know him better for...awhile? Perhaps. Either way, that one comment was random and a small blip on her way to confidence with Jensen. That, or her mother's letter was right and her deprivation or frustration was making her some kind of bold which she definitely was not on an ordinary basis. Or maybe it was a bit of both? Lenna didn't know and she didn't want to think about what her mother thought anymore.
"Thank you," she breathed, softly before daring to look back up at him and trying to regain her composure at the same time. "But...if you intend to see my eyes, your hair should not obscure yours," she said pointedly. "I win," she declared, with a teasing grin, scrunching up her nose at him.
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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 22:32:57 GMT -6
Oh yes, Jensen heard the ew. It only made him smirk more that Emmett felt the way he did… but then again he didn’t want to tramp in on Emmett’s territory… in this case, his sister. Especially if Emmett didn’t approve. But the way he felt about this other guy made it seem… okay in a sense. Because Jensen wasn’t anything like that guy. Well, of what he knew of him of course. Jensen was like… more like… a life jacket. He’d risk himself to keep the person afloat, and wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt the person. He wasn’t the type who would cheat on a girl, and wasn’t the type to… hurt the girl intentionally. He tried making them happy and doing whatever he could for them, because… that was just the type of guy he was. And Lenna of course wouldn’t be any different.
”Thank you. But…if you intend to see my eyes, your hair should not obscure yours. I win.” [/color] Jensen raised an eyebrow at her. Well, he would be able to see her eyes no matter what, because Lenna did not at all strike him as the type of girl who wore her hair in front of her eyes like a curtain. No, she was more like the girls who kept it out of the way, but still looking nice. Which Jensen liked. But of course… he would eventually oblige. The question was just… when? ”Well, then, yeh’re goin’ to have to shove me inside, because I don’ willin’ly go into hair salons.” Another sweep at more time with her? Maybe so.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 7, 2011 22:41:27 GMT -6
”Well, then, yeh’re goin’ to have to shove me inside, because I don’ willin’ly go into hair salons.”
Lenna smiled. "I think I can manage that, shoving you. I'm stronger than I look, I'll have you know," she said, jokingly. Len popped another grape into her mouth, raising an index finger and poking him gently in his arm which was...not that squishy and served to make her eyebrows raised just slightly. She had, of course, felt his arm before when she gave him his shot but...now she was doing it outside of the office and this was just complete difference. No, she was definitely poking an in shape arm right now..an arm of a male.
"What are you doing after your failed jam session? Before dinner? I'll take off work and we could go as soon as I'm done with my lunch." She paused, quickly adding "But we don't have to I mean...I mean..yeah." Awkward. Lenna didn't want to spend so much time with him if he didn't want to. She didn't want to seem like she was over eager or one of those clingy girls. But now that she knew Jensen was interested, she wanted to spend time with him..time she could have spent before if she didn't make it practically a rule that she stay so oblivious. |
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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 22:55:14 GMT -6
”I think I can manage that, shoving you. I’m stronger than I look, I’ll have you know.” [/color] Jensen chuckled. ”I’m sure yeh are.” Jensen took a hand and was about to jokingly grab onto her arm to check to see how big her muscles were… jokingly of course… but he stopped himself as Lenna lifted a finger and did exactly the same thing… only she poked him instead of what he was going to do. Jensen looked from her finger that just touched his arm to her face, and smiled. The way her eyebrows were raised made the man chuckle lightly. ”Tha’ isn’ the first time yeh’ve touched my arm, yeh know…” he said jokingly, taking his hand and brushing his hair out of his face. Earlier in the week when Lenna had been pulling his sleeve down after his tetanus shot, he could slightly recall that she had lingered, leaving her hands there longer than was necessary. Not that he minded of course. He thought it was rather cute. ”What are you doing after your failed jam session? Before dinner? I’ll take off work and we could go as soon as I’m done with my lunch. But we don’t have to I mean…I mean..yeah.”[/color] Jensen raised an eyebrow. That was his intention! Well, it was his intention to get her to spend more time with him, and it looked as though he was succeeding with that. ”Yeh know, I think I would like that. Goin’. After yeh’re finished. Bu’ only if yeh’re okay with takin’ off work and…” Ramble, ramble, ramble. ”Bu’ I suppose, yeh are the head of yeh’re departmen’ an’ all…” Jensen took his hand and brushed his hair out of his eyes once again, color shifting to his cheeks. He supposed that Lenna was right… he probably should get a haircut.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 7, 2011 23:08:46 GMT -6
”Tha’ isn’ the first time yeh’ve touched my arm, yeh know…”
"Well the first time was not intentional," she said quickly, slightly embarrassed that Jensen could recall the way she had absurdly pulled down his sleeve at the hospital. Patients, adult patients, always pulled their own sleeves down. That was just silly of her and...well, now Lenna realized she probably did it because she was attracted to Jensen. Yes, she definitely was attracted to him and she did like his hair longer as it gave him a certain...vibe? It fit the whole musician thing, now that she knew he played guitar. "Completely unprofessional," she said, blushing softly...
”Yeh know, I think I would like that. Goin’. After yeh’re finished. Bu’ only if yeh’re okay with takin’ off work and…Bu’ I suppose, yeh are the head of yeh’re departmen’ an’ all…”
"I've never had a reason to take off of work. I'm...a workaholic..but..yes, it's not hard for me to call out with my current position. I think I'd like to play hooky to spend time with you," she admitted, blushing madly. Lenna had rarely called out of work, even when she was sick. Well, her immune system was very good so she hardly got sick. But, when she did, depending on the severity, she could use a germ sealing charm so that she could treat patients for a few hours if they really needed her. |
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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 23:19:02 GMT -6
”Well the first time was not intentional. Completely unprofessional.” It would most definitely be completely unprofessional if the feeling of liking one another wasn’t there. If Lenna may have thought that her patient was extremely handsome and all that jazz, hypothetically… that would be very unprofessional. But now that Jensen looked back on it, it wasn’t unprofessional, because… now he knew that the feelings were mutual… and if it were and he’d felt awkward about it, he probably would have called her out on it. Which he didn’t do. ”Don’ sweat it. I thin’ tha’ it was perfectly fine.” Jensen winked in Lenna’s direction. Yes, he did think it was perfectly fine.
”I’ve never had a reason to take off of work. I’m…a workaholic..but..yes, it’s not hard for me to call out with my current position. I think I’d like to play hooky to spend time with you.” [/color] Jensen raised an eyebrow. She would like to play hooky at work to spend time with him, eh? But, if you think about it, he was doing the exact same thing… skipping practice to spend time with her. Jensen thought it would all be worth it. Jensen noticed how pink that Lenna’s cheeks were, and he couldn’t help but admit to himself how completely adorable that made her look. Even more so than usual, if that was even possible. And then Jensen made a decision. It was one that would probably make or break this relationship. Sighing lightly through his nose, he looked at Lenna… a soft look of pondering had found it’s way onto his face. He was either going to have to do it… or chicken out. And if he chickened out, he wouldn’t want to face Lenna anymore. Jensen blinked slowly before he leaned in towards Lenna… hopefully planting a soft kiss on her lips… maybe to seal the deal? Or maybe, and probably more likely… because he’d been wanting to kiss her since he saw her walk into the shop.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 7, 2011 23:39:38 GMT -6
”Don’ sweat it. I thin’ tha’ it was perfectly fine.”
"Alright," she said, softly, feeling a bit better about it. The wink was...oh Merlin. Lenna didn't consider herself a good flirt, but it was obviously that the man sitting beside her was...or at least he was in her eyes. She didn't like forward men, but he managed to be complimentary without completely overwhelming her in a bad way. His words and his lines seem to come at the right time to make her blush without making her feel too exposed in some way or pressured.
Lenna was still looking at him, finished chewing what ever was in her mouth when she saw a look of thought appear upon Jensen's face. He was looking at her and...thinking? Suddenly, she felt a bit self conscious. Was it her hooky statement? Had it been too much? Oh Merlin..Oh me oh my. Things with Paul hadn't ever been like this. She had hardly had to admit anything to him as he was always taking the lead. Maybe that's why she hated forward men so much. They reminded her of Paul who had prided himself on scandalizing her so much that she just felt like a pleasant blob at his feet. That's why she disliked feeling awkward and discomposed in front of men.
One thing Lenna wasn't clueless about is what Jensen intended to do when he leaned toward her on the bench. Her heart raced and her eyes widened just before his lips met hers. For the briefest moment, she kept her eyes open before they fluttered closed. His kiss was gentle and his lips felt good against hers, just like she had imagined. She had imagined?! Yes, subconsciously Lenna realized that now that she had thought about kissing Jensen before and maybe what it would be like. Of course she wouldn't have been so drawn to his smile if he didn't have an inviting pair of lips to go along with it.
Her heart fluttered and she tensed, only relaxing as she pressed her lips a bit more firmly to his, sighing out of her nose at the same time. OH. MY. MERLIN. Maybe her mother was right! Maybe she was sexually frustrated! Lenna pulled away quickly than she had intended to when that thought came into her mind. Her eyes went wide at the thought and what she had just done. Lenna hadn't even been out on a date with Jensen and she had let him kiss her...and she had kissed him back! And she had...liked it! And then she had pulled away so lightning quick that it would probably discourage him from kissing her again...or you know, discourage him in general.
"I...I didn't mean.." Her eyes fluttered to the back door at the thought of her brother hearing something so awkward and personal. She reached down below the bench where her clutch was tucked away and pulled out her wand, pointing it towards the door so it slowly shut itself. Lenna knew Emmett wouldn't open it. He'd know better. "I didn't mean to pull away so quickly," she said, after quickly replacing her wand. "And you'll laugh if I tell you why." Her cheeks were slightly red and the expression on her face was one of slight anxiety. Instead of biting the inside of her bottom lip, she touched two fingers lightly to it, rubbing it softly before putting down the hand. The thought of Jensen's lips against hers only served to make her blush further.
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Post by jensen on Jul 7, 2011 23:56:53 GMT -6
Kissing Lenna was better than… better than… bloody hell, it was better than one of Jensen’s favorite things to do ever in the world, and that was flying. Flying made you feel free and open and let you feel able to do whatever you wanted to do. But… for some reason, Lenna’s lips against his own made him… made his heart a flutter and he almost felt as though he was up in the air, flying. Not during a quidditch game, however, because that wasn’t the type of kiss. It was a… leisurely flight… almost like the flight on the magic carpet in that one muggle movie… that really old one. With the princess that owned a pet tiger. Named… Rahjib? Jensen couldn’t remember. But either way, it was that type of flying. Happy fling with the one that you… lo- liked. Yes. Magical in every way.
And then she ended it. Quickly and abruptly, too. Jensen didn’t open his eyes until he realized that yes, that was the end of the kiss. ”I…I didn’t mean..” [/color] His brow furrowed lightly, as the kiss was incredibly short, and he wasn’t sure if Lenna just didn’t like it or she was nervous… or the fact that her brother was still in the other room. BLOODY HELL. Her brother was still in the other room. Jensen’s eyes flicked to the door, and just as he had done so, the door shut slowly, and Jensen looked at Lenna’s hand and saw that it was indeed her that had closed the door. His eyes wandered from her wand to her face once again. ”I didn’t mean to pull away so quickly. And you’ll laugh if I tell you why.”[/color] Jensen raised an eyebrow. ”Bu’ the question is… woul’ yeh actually tell me?” Jensen wondered if she actually was sexually frustrated. Because… would a woman as… oblivious and modest as Lenna was allow a man to kiss her before they even went on their first date?[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 8, 2011 0:10:18 GMT -6
”Bu’ the question is… woul’ yeh actually tell me?”
"Well..." she thought, brow furrowed in contemplation. That would be such an awful thing to tell him, wouldn't it? What her mother had said? For one, Lenna was beginning to think she was actually sexually frustrated, which wasn't appropriate to admit to a man. At least, not a man who she was just starting to see and not even officially dating. Secondly, would the reflect badly on her mother? Thirdly, how would that reflect upon her to say that? Wasn't that awful?...To be frustrated in that form? And then would he think she was a freak for cleaning so much?
"Maybe..." she said, almost in a whisper, brow immensely furrowed by this point, lips pursed into a concentrated line as she bit the inside of her bottom lip in thought. "My mother..." She took a deep breath as though it was hard for her to say, looking at Jensen apprehensively. "Emmett sent my mom an update back in Germany and...he told her I had been cleaning like I was getting paid an inordinate amount of money...and she..." Lenna had been speaking very fast and then abruptly stopped. "said I'm probably sexual frustrated!" she blurted out, eyes wide and a pained look on her face. Lenna turned her head back towards the piano, slumping her left shoulder a bit so her head was near to Jensen's shoulder...a good hiding place...Oh...Lenna...
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Post by jensen on Jul 8, 2011 0:19:35 GMT -6
Jensen raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response to what he had asked Lenna, about if she would tell him why she so abruptly ended their kiss. Hopefully… the first of many to come… ”Well…” [/color] Well, that was a start, at least. Awkwardity wa sprobalby the first step before Lenna was going to tell him that her mother had said her cleaning habit had started because she was sexually frustrated. But he didn’t think that Lenna would put it so crudely. If she were going to tell him, surely she would tell it in a more lady-like fashion. One where he would have to guess what she was saying… because… that’s usually how girls were. They didn’t tell you what they wanted. They just… were completely off subject for the most part and when you guessed wrong you were in trouble. Jensen hoped that that wouldn’t be the case here, because he wasn’t feeling up to playing a guessing game, as he had just put his heart on the line and told her he liked her… and now he had just kissed her. He just wanted to know what was up… maybe she thought that he was out of line for kissing her the way he did… ”My mother… Emmett sent my mom an update back in Germany and…he told her I had been cleaning like I was getting paid an inordinate amount of money…and she… said I’m probably sexually frustrated!”[/color] Jensen’s eyebrow shot up in surprise. Not only was he correct on his assumption, but she said it bluntly and in the crude way that he did not expect. Yes, Lenna was fun. Jensen’s lip curled into a slight smirk. ”Well, are yeh? Because if yeh’re just plannin’ on gettin’ somewhere with me tonigh’ for yehr own benefit, I don’ know how this is goin’ to work out.” he said jokingly, but with a completely serious look in his eye as he glanced down his nose at her.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 8, 2011 0:34:33 GMT -6
”Well, are yeh? Because if yeh’re just plannin’ on gettin’ somewhere with me tonigh’ for yehr own benefit, I don’ know how this is goin’ to work out.”
Lenna died. She was...mortified. Her eyes had been slightly closed, but his words served for them to fly open..wide. It didn't matter if her was joking because either way, she wanted to die. Die. die. DIEEEE. She couldn't believe she had actually told Jensen, let alone had the term "sexually frustrated" come out of her mouth! What had gotten into her?! And now she was hiding in such a pathetic fashion by his shoulder. She swallowed, knowing she should look up at him. She was by his arm. HIS ARM.
"Um," she managed as she turned her head to look up at him, face red as a tomato. What made it so embarrassing was that she was actually sexually frustrated. This was evident from her internal reaction to her realization that she was so close to his arm. Because, she wasn't innocent. She had been in the buff with Paul many a time and their encounters weren't always so innocent! Despite her self consciousness and cluelessness, she did have...URGES. And she had one regarding Jensen, though she blocked any mental images out of her mind quite skillfully. "I think there is a distinct possibility that I indeed am...well...yes.."
WHY DID SHE JUST SAY THAT?! And then why did she just kiss him?! WHAAAAAT?! Yup. Yes. Indeed. As soon as Lenna had admitted it and realized she admitted it, she kissed him to avoid any more speaking or awkwardness. Because, kissing him wasn't awkward. All she had to do was tilt her head up and catch his lips with hers, thereby ending her slouching position. Kissing him wasn't awkward and it wasn't odd. It was....she was kissing Jensen in her brothers shop and with the slightest bit of abandon. Okay, so maybe their position side by side on the piano bench was a bit awkward, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of his lips against her own. Her right hand reached up to hesitantly touch his left jaw. Oh f*cking Merlin, she thought, her cheeks red. |
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Post by jensen on Jul 8, 2011 0:49:27 GMT -6
Jensen looked down at Lenna who had… well, Jensen didn’t know if it was strategic placement. But he looked down at her with her head by his shoulder and he wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed by what she said or what was going on. And he was completely joking when he had asked her if that’s what her intentions with him were… because honestly, if they were, he wouldn’t mind at all. He was a guy, and Lenna was beautiful and everything that he was looking for in a woman… and… she liked him. And he liked her. And it was all slipping together like the last piece in a puzzle.
”Um.” [/color] Jensen raised an eyebrow. He didn’t expect a real answer out of her. ”Len, I was jus’ jokin’ with yeh.” Yes, he was joking. But now he was kind of curious, because a word such as “um” could lead one to believe that she was planning on getting somewhere with him. Yes. Yes indeed. Jensen just hoped that something of this elevation wouldn’t turn into a one night stand or something of the sort. Because that wouldn’t be pleasant… and then he’d have to go back to her once his broom crashed again. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so great. ”I think there is a distinct possibility that I indeed am…well…yes..”[/color] Was that a… yes as in… she did expect to get somewhere with him tonight? So soon in a… well, could they even call it a relationship yet? Were they not just seeing one another at this point? And now she was expecting to get somewhere? Of course, Jensen wouldn’t say no, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say something yet again a bit cocky, she tilted her head up and kissed him again. And… Jensen supposed it was because she kissed him that made it even more intense than when he had kissed her instead of replying to what she was saying. So he kissed her. With a little more passion behind it than the first one, as the first one was rather hesitant, as he didn’t want to do something wrong. His eyes, which were previously shut rather tight were now just shut gently, and he felt his hand move and rest on her knee, that sat right next to his own. Lenna’s hand found its way to his face, and he felt a small smile grow behind their kiss. At that moment, it didn’t feel like they were kissing in his best friend’s shop. Leave it to Jensen to just give in to things, right? At that moment, he didn’t care one bit.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by em on Jul 8, 2011 15:05:05 GMT -6
Emmett glanced at the door as it closed, shrugging. It was after a few minutes that he looked at his watch, seeing that it was nearly time to open up shop again. Emmett was a prompt man and his shop was very important to him. So, whatever flirting was going on between his sister and Jensen was just going to have to wait. He didn't mind. In fact, he was actually happy about it. Lenna really deserved a good guy and he knew Jensen was one. That meant there was a lot less protective brother effort on his part. He wouldn't even have to say anything to his best friend about how he expected him to treat Lenna. Of course, he might still say it anyway just to make up for the fact he wasn't around when Paul was.
He pulled open the door to his office to see his sister and his best friend properly snogging in his shop. On his piano bench, no less. "Merlin! There are windows you know guys!" he said, abruptly. "Go be PG-13 elsewhere." It was a mix of seriousness, shock, and slight amusement. He had never really seen his sister or his best friend in this light and wouldn't have guessed this outcome based on their awkward interaction before. Emmett had pegged his sister the type not to kiss a guy until they were dating. |
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Post by lena on Jul 8, 2011 15:41:13 GMT -6
"Merlin! There are windows you know guys!"
The door to Emmett's office had opened slowly, and Lenna was too caught up in kissing Jensen to realize her brother had just stepped out. His hand rested on her knee just below her napkin and her lunch and Lenna felt absolutely blissful. Jensen was a great kisser, much better than Paul had been. Paul had been just short of amazing, but he had this tendency to overwhelm her or make her uneasy in some way. Jensen treated her more delicately but like a woman just the same. His lips melded with hers in such a way that she felt just short of breath in the most pleasant sense.
The moment she heard Emmett's American accent, her stomach turned in an unpleasant fashion and she leaped from her seat, simultaneously pulling away from Jensen and sending her lunching toppling to the floor. "F*cking Merlin!" she cursed as she was just that surprised. Her face was burning as she looked from Emmett to the windows.
"Go be PG-13 elsewhere."
"S..sorry E-m.." she stuttered, grabbing her wand and trying to clean up her lunch.
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Post by jensen on Jul 8, 2011 16:31:17 GMT -6
”Merlin! There are windows you know guys!” [/color] It had been awhile since Jensen had properly kissed a woman. There was a kiss there and a peck there… you know. A night on the town… Kisses that didn’t mean anything, kisses that were just friendly and out of fun. But this wasn’t anything like those kisses. This was… better. It was… more passionate, more meaningful. Well, at least Jensen hoped that it meant something to Lenna, because he… Jensen was starting to feel more for her. And… Wait. What did Emmett just say? EMMETT!? It was that moment, that Lenna jumped out of her seat, her lunch spilling everywhere that Jensen was knocked slightly, and he fell sideways, off of the piano bench. Jensen caught himself with his right hand and twisted his ankle slightly, and making sort of an “oomph” sound. ”F*cking Merlin!”[/color] Suddenly, Jensen didn’t care how or why he had fallen off the piano bench, or how or why he was no longer kissing Lenna. He looked up at her slowly from the ground, one eyebrow raised. ”Go be PG-13 elsewhere.”[/color] ”S..sorry E-m..”[/color] Jensen looked from Lenna to Emmett and then back at Lenna. ”Yeh, sorry, Emmett…” he said softly before looking back at Emmett and attempting to pull himself up by holding onto the bench and lifting himself up.[/blockquote][/size] |
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