Chicken Little has flown the coop.
"Great." Jane sighed, hiking up her reading glasses to better see the text message she was reading. All of the triplets had condos in the same building, each of them on a different floor. It let them stay close, have privacy...and watch John.
Who didn't go out alone often, at least not outside of work. As a rule, he could be trusted on his own during cases he was deep into, otherwise he stayed home or at the office by choice. Now that he had a girlfriend, that would probably change...but John out alone and sans a case still felt like trouble.
Jane texted Jock back after a moment's thought.
Your problem tonight, not mine. I have a broken heart to nurse, bugger off.
Jane tossed her phone on the coffee table right after, vowing not to answer another text message for the rest of the night. She knew Jock would at least pretend she was still wounded by Bob's treachery, but she was pretty sure John had told him everything. After all: twins usually did. They all knew what she was really brooding about...at least Jock would preserve the gentle fiction, and her last scrap of dignity.
Men sucked.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it as she burrowed deeper into the cushions of her ratty old sofa with its threadbare maroon cushions, trying to make herself read the deposition for an eviction case she was taking to court in two weeks. She found herself scanning the same paragraph repeatedly, though, remembering the feel of stiff whiskers against her cheek, the sinewy back under her hand, the bright and adorable smile that made her forget everything and feel like she was something rare and amazing...
Why the hell did John have to be...John? She wouldn't blame Paul if he'd deleted her number the second she was out of sight. Bloke like that could have his pick, war hero with an irresistible accent and that lethal grin...
"I do not care." she muttered to herself, trying to make herself believe it and failing. "I don't care...didn't fancy him that much anyway. I can do much...oh, bollocking shitbags, someone just beat me unconscious and leave me to my fate..."
"Great." Jane sighed, hiking up her reading glasses to better see the text message she was reading. All of the triplets had condos in the same building, each of them on a different floor. It let them stay close, have privacy...and watch John.
Who didn't go out alone often, at least not outside of work. As a rule, he could be trusted on his own during cases he was deep into, otherwise he stayed home or at the office by choice. Now that he had a girlfriend, that would probably change...but John out alone and sans a case still felt like trouble.
Jane texted Jock back after a moment's thought.
Your problem tonight, not mine. I have a broken heart to nurse, bugger off.
Jane tossed her phone on the coffee table right after, vowing not to answer another text message for the rest of the night. She knew Jock would at least pretend she was still wounded by Bob's treachery, but she was pretty sure John had told him everything. After all: twins usually did. They all knew what she was really brooding about...at least Jock would preserve the gentle fiction, and her last scrap of dignity.
Men sucked.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it as she burrowed deeper into the cushions of her ratty old sofa with its threadbare maroon cushions, trying to make herself read the deposition for an eviction case she was taking to court in two weeks. She found herself scanning the same paragraph repeatedly, though, remembering the feel of stiff whiskers against her cheek, the sinewy back under her hand, the bright and adorable smile that made her forget everything and feel like she was something rare and amazing...
Why the hell did John have to be...John? She wouldn't blame Paul if he'd deleted her number the second she was out of sight. Bloke like that could have his pick, war hero with an irresistible accent and that lethal grin...
"I do not care." she muttered to herself, trying to make herself believe it and failing. "I don't care...didn't fancy him that much anyway. I can do much...oh, bollocking shitbags, someone just beat me unconscious and leave me to my fate..."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 10:19 pm (UTC)"Shut up and eat this so I can kiss you later, Sonic." she replied softly, and with no small amount of affection.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 10:27 pm (UTC)Finally, she lifted her head, face red from laughing, and rose to catch the other end of the fry between her teeth, nibbling her way towards him.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 12:46 am (UTC)What he didn't expect was for her to take the bait. So his nibbled his way closer, only to accidentally bite too far, breaking the fry. They finished chewing, grinning at each other despite the failed attempt at recreating a Disney moment. He wasn't about to let her get off that easy though. Closing the short distance between them, he pressed his lips against hers in a soft, tender kiss. He didn't dare press his luck, and he drew away with a faintly bashful look. "Best dessert I've ever had," he informed her softly.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 12:50 am (UTC)She just watched him for a second, grinning and shaking her head.
"Cheapskate." she accused fondly. Rising from her seat, she walked around the table, curled a hand around the back of his neck, and leaned over to press her mouth securely against his, dark curls spilling over her shoulders to nearly hide the kiss from view.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 02:42 am (UTC)He shifted in his seat, pulling her down so she sat beside him. Much better. His hand came up to her jawline, cradling it gently as the kiss began to linger. This time, when he drew away, he shifted to rest his forehead against hers, meeting her eyes dead on. A soft chuckle escaped him. "Hmm. Seconds was much, much better, I must say."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 03:01 am (UTC)Reaching up, she combed a hand back through his hair...thick, warm, soft against her fingers. The other slid away from his neck and over his shoulder, down to rest against his chest...yep. Solid as she imagined, leaner with age and just soft enough to be touchable.
"There's more on the dessert cart if you have a sweet tooth." she replied with an inviting smile, leaning in to tease her lips over his.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 03:27 am (UTC)He kissed her once again before withdrawing his lips. "Joking aside, Jane, this is lovely, but I'm almost terrified to move too quickly. I want to go at whatever pace you'd like to go at. It's just..." He laughed a bit, motioning to the two of them sharing a chair somewhat awkwardly. "Well, I'm not entirely sure what to make of this, to be honest."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 03:44 am (UTC)"What we ought to do and what I'd like to do are totally different." she half complained, then with a wicked smile she leaned in and whispered in his ear just what she wanted to do with him, a little privacy, and a little chocolate sauce.
After all...it was dessert.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 03:50 am (UTC)After all, for all the proper British demeanor that Paul had, he still very much was a male. A male that hadn't had company like hers in far too long a time. As if testing the waters, he turned his head towards her ear and whispered what he would do with some whipped cream and a lot of privacy. He withdrew only to see her reaction, convinced the line would earn him a smack and a shove as she pushed herself away from him.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 04:15 am (UTC)A low ache started in her body as he finished and drew back. He was rewarded with wide eyes dark with desire, pupils blown wide and a slow, warm smile spreading across her face.
Reaching up to curl her hand around the back of his neck, she drew him down to kiss him hard again, teeth taking lightly over his lower lip.
"Take me home." she whispered against his mouth. "Right now...or I'll make sure you can't stand up for an hour.
And to make her threat real, she deliberately rested one hand on his knee, just letting it start to creep up his leg with a grin.
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 04:24 am (UTC)Paul took out his wallet and put in a couple of twenties. It was more than enough to cover it and leave a generous tip. Right then, he would freely admit he was hardly concerned about proper change. Withdrawing from her, he rose to his feet and offered her his elbow with a slight bow. "My lady? Shall we?"
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 04:45 am (UTC)Sliding her arm through his, she pressed herself against his side and rested her chin on his shoulder with a smirk.
"Just so you know? The more British and cordial you are, the dirtier I want to be with you when we're alone." she informed him slyly. "You're one opened car door and 'blimey' away from pretty much doing whatever you want to me."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 05:02 am (UTC)Lifting her head, she wagged her eyebrows at him. "Well, that depends: do you have whipped cream at your place? Because I definitely have a bottle of chocolate sauce in my fridge."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-21 12:35 pm (UTC)Nearly pouring herself into the car, as soon as he was inside she was sliding close to kiss him hard again.
"Your place." she managed between kisses. "S' closer...drive fast."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-22 12:45 pm (UTC)Thankfully, unlike most single men, Paul's apartment was as neat as a pin, so he didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. Not that it mattered. The moment they were inside, they were all over each other, like their lives depended on it.
She was amazing. And true to his word, he didn't need whipped cream to do what he wanted to do to her. True to her word, she didn't need any chocolate.
As they lay next to one another, breathlessly, he was pleasantly surprised to find her curled up against him. It would seem she was a cuddler, and the smile on her face implied she was quite pleased. Nothing could have made him more flattered. Leaning over, he dropped a kiss on her temple. "That was amazing."
no subject
Date: 2012-03-22 04:42 pm (UTC)"I was right about one thing." she finally murmured after a moment, reaching for one of his hands to bring it close to her face. Pressing a kiss to his palm, she absently toyed with his fingers, running her own over the calluses and lines. "You have the most incredible hands."