Impromptu Multi-Fandom (im)Promptathon
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Sept 3rd - 13th
FIRST. Find all the prompts under the cut.
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Since the show ended they had seen each other a handful of times, pretty good for two people who lived almost 800 miles apart.
Jeff had visited her just before Thanksgiving, and she had come to Chicago for New Years. It had been strange at first, when they'd finished the show. Jeff had more than once found himself surprised each morning when she wasn't there, curled up against him. He also realized how much he missed her voice, and her stories, and all the small things about her that had been his anchor for for those three crazy months.
That show had brought out the worst in him, had made him feel he was turning into the kind of person he had never wanted to become, and yet she'd always been there, at his side, even when it felt like the entire world was against them.
So it made sense, at least in Jeff's mind, that he didn't see how he could take anyone other than Jordan to Hawaii. She was the only person he wanted to be with. It surprised him how much.
"Jordan." he called, and her face shifted from one of boredom to a wide smile when she saw him. She gave him a small wave, and she was quick to pull him into a hug when he got close enough.
"God, I missed you." she said, as they pulled apart. Unconsciously Jeff moved to kiss her cheek, and he was surprised when she turned her head, and met him with a soft press of lips.
The status of their non-relationship had been something they had successfully avoided speaking of in the last 6 months. They were as "touchy" as always, with some chaste kisses and one drunken make-out session on New Year's Eve, where Jeff had stopped them before they'd done something Jordan might regret. If there was one thing that Jeff wanted more than for their non-relationship to move to another level, it was for Jordan to never regret something that had happened between them. As painfully awkward as it sometimes was, Jeff was more than willing to wait it out with Jordan, until she was comfortable enough to let him get close.
The flight to Honolulu was long, and it took both of them awhile to get relaxed. Jordan had mentioned more than once that she was not fond of flying but Jeff had slipped his hand into hers, and let her hold on, long after the plane had taxied down the runway.
Five hours later they found themselves in the humid Honolulu airport, looking for the driver that was supposed to take them to their hotel. The resort was on the northern shore of the island, it was less touristy and more exclusive, lending itself to a more famous crowd who liked less attention when possible. It seemed strange to both of them that they were considered part of this category.
"I feel like a movie star..." Jordan whispered to Jeff as they sat in the back of the car, the scenery whipping by at 60 miles an hour. Jeff grinned at her, and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close to him.
"You ready for 10 days of drinking, eating and making out?" Jordan laughed and blushed, swatting at his chest.
"Jeff!"
After checking in, the porter took them out of the main hotel and down a secluded path, lined with Banyan trees, to one of the private cabanas that was located directly on the beach. When they were finally alone in their suite, Jordan slipped her arms around Jeff's chest, resting her head against him. "Thank you for taking me here," she said, turning her head up to look at him. "I didn't really expect you to take me."
Jeff smiled and rubbed his hand over her arm and up to cup the back of her head in his hand. "I couldn't really think of anyone else I'd rather bring. Besides, I don't think Tony would be cool with sharing the bed."
Jordan giggled and Jeff bent his head to kiss her. She met him halfway, her mouth warm and pliable against his, and her mouth was sweet from the bubblegum she'd been chewing on the plane. "I guess we don't have that problem," Jordan said, between kisses. "But you better not get too handsy with me!"
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