NC-17 | The Baker's Man | Jared/Danneel
Title: The Baker's Man
Pairing: Jared/Danneel
Words: 5700
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's been crushing on the hot girl at Dannycakes, the coffee shop he visits every morning.
Notes: Written for tebtosca as part of her donation for fandomaid. Christ, I cannot write ANYTHING short or quick. What was supposed to be adorable lil crushing turned into THIS. Hope you enjoy bb!
“Don’t look, there she is,” Jared whispers, turning away from the bakery.
“What? The redhead?” Jensen stupidly replies and Jared’s ready to throttle his best friend.
Instead he tugs hard on Jensen’s elbow so they stand as far away from the coffee shop windows as possible. In his quick effort to put that much space between them and the object of his coffee-fueled affections, Jared trips down the curb and narrowly avoids a honking car that swerves away from him.
“Dude!” Jensen yells, pulling Jared back onto the sidewalk. “You don’t need to get yourself killed over her.”
“It’s not my fault!” Jared bitches back. “I said don’t look. What part of don’t look did you not understand?”
“You also said there she is. What else was I supposed to do but look?”
Jared grumbles and Jensen rolls his eyes; it’s all par for the course really.
“So what’d she do to get you all up in arms?” Jensen asks, walking back to the large picture window. “Play with your beans? Make your cream rise?”
He glares at Jensen, who only winks in return.
“Okay, seriously, what’s the big deal with a baker who - oh hello nurse,” Jensen suddenly murmurs, pressing his face against the glass just below the wax-pencil muffin etched on the inside of the window.
It kind of looks like he’s wearing it as a hat, so Jared pulls his phone out to take that picture. Once it’s complete, Jared smiles at the screen. “You are so adorable.”
Jensen shifts close to look at it and shakes his head. “Really? You’re talking about the love of your life and you’re taking stupid pictures of me?”
“There’s always time for stupid pictures of you,” Jared replies with a grin.
“Anyway. So that chick?” Jensen thumbs back towards the coffee shop. “Totally out of your league. Don’t even bother trying it. She’s not into guys like you.”
“What? No, c’mon,” Jared whines.
“Seriously, Jared. I’m just saving you the heartbreak.”
An odd mix of anger and shame engulfs Jared until he sees Jensen tweaking the edges of his hair. He sees red and tries to shoot fire at the back of Jensen’s head. “Oh, and I’m guessing she’s into guys like you?”
Jensen gives what is supposed to be his blaise smile and shrug, but it always comes off more smugly hey, what can I do?
“She could totally be interested,” Jared insists. “Last week she put an extra squirt of cream in my coffee.” Jensen laughs and Jared pouts. “You’re a child.”
“Like you weren’t already thinking it.”
“Not where she’s concerned. She’s totally more refined than that.” Suddenly Jensen is heading for the door and Jared cuts him off before it swings open. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m going inside.”
“For what?”
Jensen glances up the side of the building. “I don’t know, a coffee maybe? We are standing in front of a coffee shop.”
“You’re totally going to embarrass me and ruin my chance for perfect children and then you’ll never be godfather to my son.”
“Oh, no,” Jensen deadpans. “However will I cope?”
Jared aims a punch at Jensen’s shoulder, but Jensen smoothly slides out of the way and right in the front door before Jared can catch his balance. “Damnit, I hate you,” he groans over the bell above the door.
Once they’re both inside, Jared finds the shiny brown eyes of the owner across the room, and he manages a truly pathetic wave when he’s caught staring too long. “Not you, I don’t hate you, I really like you, and your muffins.”
“Smooth move,” Jensen mumbles, and Jared punches him in the lower back.
The woman behind the counter makes a face then recovers when the guys near the counter.
Jensen takes time to smile at her, glance around the shop, then point at the menu board posted high on the wall. “Dannycakes? Cute name.”
“Thank you,” she replies with a sweet smile and nod. “You can thank my dad. He won the coin toss at the hospital.”
“You’re Danny? Good to know.” Jensen bumps Jared’s shoulder, as if Jared hadn’t heard that.
Jared’s glad that his month-long worry over whether Danny was a silent owner or father or even the woman’s boyfriend didn’t end badly. “Danny’s a totally cute name,” he says, but it sounds lame coming out of his mouth. Especially compared to Jensen’s smooth delivery - Jared’s always been the goofball between the two of them and he usually just stumbles into relationships.
It’s been awhile since he’s sought one out, and he’s been taking his time to admire this red-headed, slim yet curvy, gorgeous baker.
“Well thank you,” she murmurs with a dimple coming out. “It’s Danneel, but it’s not as cute in cake form.”
“Not much is,” Jensen replies with a wink.
Jared tries not to sigh, but he’s sure he’s failed because Danneel suddenly seems awkward to face either of them.
“What can I get you?” she asks as she gathers up two paper cups and waves them.
“Tall french roast with cream and sugar,” Jensen details, and she nods at him before facing Jared.
“Your regular?”
Jared smiles at the knowledge that she remembers what he orders every morning. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a charming smile, and he’s encouraged when her cheeks dimple as she turns away to pour him a tall coffee. “So, you got a lot on your rack there,” he offers for conversation.
It takes both Jensen and Danneel to give him odd looks to realize how bad it came out, especially given how particularly wonderful her anatomical rack really is. He’s often daydreamed about the weight and shape of her breasts in his large hands, wondered how smooth her skin is or how pink her nipples were or -
“You’re drooling,” Jensen mutters with an elbow to Jared’s side.
Jared wipes his mouth then clears his throat. “Sorry about that. I meant the bakery rack.”
Danneel smiles and nods in appreciation. “Yeah, we’re getting ready for the after-work rush. The Pudding Puffs are a special this week.”
“Pudding Puffs?”
From the coffee stand, she explains, “It’s like a puff pastry. But the cream just explodes in your mouth.”
“I like the sound of that,” Jensen whispers and Jared sighs while turning away from him.
He steps over to the bakery case and admires all the sugary creations, including six-inch-tall slices of red velvet cake, the cake pops nearly as big as his palm, and the double-stacked carrot cupcakes. He hums in anticipation of sugary delights. “Jen, take a look at these.”
Jensen joins him and they both stoop down to assess all of the desserts. Soon after, Danneel sets their coffees on the counter, comes to the other side of the case, and bends down to shift a few items into place. She describes the layers in the carrot cupcakes, but it doesn’t matter, because the angle she’s at puts the deep curve of her cleavage right at their eye level. Her chest almost seems magnified through the glass.
Jared gently clears his throat and Jensen hums in return, but they don’t stop ogling her breasts as she moves from one end of the case to the other, leaning even further into the shelves so that Jared can now see the lace of a hot pink bra beneath her uniform black, deep v-neck tee.
“You fellas see something you like?” she asks from the other side of the case, and Jared and Jensen both shoot up to stand at attention
Jared tries to look as innocent as possible while he can see from the corner of his eye that Jensen is sending her a charming smile. He wants to kick Jensen in the back of his knee, jab his stomach, or even slap him clear across the face to keep him far away from the girl Jared’s been daydreaming about for weeks and weeks and weeks. Jared’s jealousy flares when she smiles right back at Jensen then flits her eyebrows, waiting for them to respond.
“Is one of everything too much?” Jensen asks, which makes her chuckle and Jared clench his jaw.
“Not if you two share the load,” she insists playfully.
Jensen chuckles and nudges Jared. “You’ve never seen ol’ boy eat. I doubt we’d get home before he swallows it all.”
“That’s the highest of compliments for a baker.” After shared smiles, she shifts against the counter with a strange look. “So you two live together?”
“No,” they both insist together; they’ve heard this before and while it’s pretty close to the truth, it’s not what everyone thinks.
“We’re just friends,” Jared explains.
“We live in the same building.”
Jared points at Jensen, “He’s on top.”
“Yeah, I … no, that’s not really, you know …” Jensen clears his throat and clarifies, “I’m Jensen, and Jared lives a floor below me.”
“If you say so,” she teases. A moment later, she’s offering them each a piece of cream fudge. “Here try this.”
Jared instantly tastes buttery pecan burst on his tongue and he’s moaning with pleasure at how smoothly the fudge melts in his mouth. “That is awesome,” he sighs in between long licks across his teeth to grab every errant piece of fudge.
“That is exceptional,” Jensen corrects. “I’ve never had anything like this in my mouth. You are incredibly talented.”
It’s obvious that Jensen is laying it on thick, and Jared only clenches his jaw as he glances away, sure that he will lose his chance with Danneel.
He likely lost it the second he brought Jensen within view of the coffee shop. Jensen’s a glutton for a good cup of joe and a nice pair of tits. Jared really should have known better.
When Jared clues back into the scene, Jensen’s chatting with Danneel as he pays for their order, and he’s lost any good window to make his move. He’s about two seconds away from scuffing his shoe on the floor and hanging his head. It’s pathetic to have Charlie Brown as your icon at age thirty-four, but it seems too fitting.
“Anything else?” she asks brightly.
Jensen licks his lip, leans in, and drops his voice, but Jared can still hear him ask for her number. She glances at Jared and time slows down as she seems to judge him for standing there so awkwardly, as if he’s impeding the start to their meant to be.
Jared definitely feels like he’s walked himself to his own demise.
Stupid, stupid Jared.
Danneel grabs a pen and a business card next to the register and scribbles before handing the card to Jensen. “Feel free to stop by the shop whenever. I’m always happy to take care of good customers.”
Jared simply nods in return and follows Jensen outside.
He’s pouting, for sure, and about ready to insist Jensen owes him a few pitchers of beer for somehow facilitating that hook up when Jensen stops in his tracks and groans.
“Son of a …”
“What?” Jared asks tiredly. Jensen holds the business card up and Jared sees how Danneel had circled the number to the store. “Yeah, so?”
“I didn’t get her real number.”
Jared snorts and continues walking down the block. “Maybe that’s God punishing you for stepping in on my territory.”
“Right, your territory,” Jensen scoffs as he follows. “You’ve been going in there for three months and haven’t made a move yet.”
“I was taking my time.”
“A girl like that? You gotta go fast.”
“Like you? With a business card?” Jared laughs at his friend, trying to cover up the disappointment for how the visit had gone. “If she was really into you, you’d have gotten hand-written digits.”
“At least she knows I’m interested. She just thinks you’re a bottom.”
Jared frowns and shakes his head, already regretting that he’s introduced Jensen to Dannycakes Shop.
The next morning, Jared stops in at the shop when it’s packed with the morning rush. He’d considered a handful of other coffee stands to patronize this morning, but this really is the best coffee he’s tasted in years and everything else would take him at least a few blocks out of his daily route. He has a routine, okay?
He’s grateful for the long lines demanding quick service because that means less face time with Danneel. Fewer moments to see her happy, bright face while knowing he failed to make a move.
“Hey, Jared!” she calls out from behind the counter, and he reluctantly nods in return. She’s fussing with the espresso machine while an assistant is filling a baker’s dozen order, but still smiles broadly at him.
Her auburn hair is pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head, strands of hair tangling down her smooth, tan neck and Jared really hates that he ever considered having a chance with her.
“Your regular?”
“Uh, yeah,” he replies carefully, realizing how the customers still in line are eyeing him for cutting ahead.
The assistant takes a few more orders, cashes them out, and moves onto the next as Danneel handles Jared’s morning mocha and he stands off to the side to avoid drawing more attention for skipping the line.
He’s not sure why she’s doing this, maybe just to be nice to the friend of the guy who wants to take her out. Maybe she wants to grill him on Jensen, or even lay the groundwork for things he can pass back to his friend. Maybe she just wants to make him feel even worse for what he can’t have just because she can.
He’ll never understand how women’s minds work.
A minute later, she’s sliding the covered cup across the bakery case along with a Pudding Puff, which she explains is filled with strawberry pudding. “I never pictured you as a real chocolate guy, maybe more fruit-based sweets?”
He makes a face. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you reach for the kids’ lollipops more than you ever order something. So, fruit all the way, I figure. That or you’re really cheap.” His mouth drops and she immediately smiles, broad and happy and sending a shiver through his system. “I’m just kidding!” Then she lowers her voice, “But if it’s the latter, we can just keep that between you and me.”
Jared tries to smile, though he feels a bit foolish for her calling him out on his lollipop thievery. “Yeah, I’m more into hard candies than all the frou-frou things.” He mentally kicks himself before correcting, “I mean, all your frou-frou things look fantastic, and the fudge from yesterday really was amazing. I just don’t usually lean that way.”
Danneel rests forward on the bakery case with her arms crossed on the top. Now her v-neck - today it’s emerald green - shows off her ever-impressive cleavage as she pushes up onto her toes to gets a little closer. Today, though, she’s got on a black bra with black lace that creeps up over the curve of her breasts.
“What way do you lean then?” she asks softly.
His mouth goes dry and his mind blanks. Worse yet, he can’t keep his eyes from glancing down at her chest. Danneel catches him looking and he immediately he clears his throat and all noise of the coffee shop blares back to life. “You’re probably really busy,” he lamely says. “I should stop interrupting your business.”
“Okay, well,” she says oddly, “I hope you enjoy the Pudding Puff.”
When he offers her money she shakes her head and nudges the items closer to him with a business card under the pastry. “No, I can’t just take them.”
“You can and you will.” Danneel nods firmly then briefly bites her bottom lip. “If you really like it, you should come back near closing time. I always have tons of leftovers at half price.”
He thanks her profusely and grabs the items with a quick motion of the coffee in thanks. Once outside, he brings the Pudding Puff up for a bite and he’s moaning on the sidewalk to the creamy flow of strawberry. As he considers the next bite, he can now see beyond the wax paper wrapper to the scribble across the coffee cup icon on the left side of the business card.
7pm, coffee and pastries!
He immediately reaches for his phone to call Jensen and brag, but nearly drops the pastry. He stops his fussing and finishes the strawberry masterpiece; gloating can wait another few bites.
At five to seven, Jared enters the empty coffee shop, the bell above the door echoing in the quiet space. The whole place is dim with the lights cued down and there’s no coffee brewing or pastries in the glass case. He wonders if he read it all wrong, and he’s about to make himself a fool.
Jensen had insisted that Danneel just wanted to increase business by reeling in a sucker to take leftovers off her hands. His friend is not often wrong about things of the female variety … but then again, Danneel appears from the swinging door to the back with her hair falling over her shoulders and back in waves, a black sleeveless shirt that’s buttoned most of the way up, neatly pressed white capri pants, and a demure smile.
He’s so used to seeing her hair tied up, Dannycakes-embroidered tees and polos, and messy jeans covered in half the ingredients that go into her baked goods that he’s sort of blown away to see her more put together here. Especially when she seems almost shy and nervous herself.
“Got a date?” he jokes, trying to ease his embarrassment for intruding on her off the clock.
“Kinda hoping?” she replies with an awkward chuckle. They remain quiet, glancing at and away from each other until she finally says, “This is really weird.”
“That’s probably all me,” he replies with a pathetic wave, still standing near the entrance. “You look really pretty, though,” he sputters out, nerves forcing the words through his lips.
“Thank you.” She laughs to herself. “It’s been awhile since I’ve tried.”
“Well, I’d say it worked.”
Danneel makes a face then leans on the counter with her shoulders rising in an aborted shrug. “I’m here all hours of the day, it’s kinda hard to date, you know?”
Jared nods, because he can only imagine what type of effort it takes to keep a morning and daytime coffee shop up and running with all the baked goods she puts in the case. Then he thinks about Jensen’s intention to get her number and he frowns. “Yeah, I bet.”
“And it’s really hard to date regulars without all the other customers listening in on my trying to flirt with them.”
Jensen’s not really a regular, so he’s not sure where she’s going with this. “Yeah, I’d assume that’s a problem.”
“Jared,” she says in an odd tone, one that sounds like she’s laughing both at and with him on some joke he hasn’t figured out yet.
“Yeah?”
With a quick shake of her head, auburn hair flitting across her shoulders and making him want to curl his fingers in it, she turns to the back counter. “You want a coffee?”
Now he feels like he’s intruding, and a moron, but he is thirsty and figures he could use a nice, hot drink to comfort his bruised ego. “Yeah, sure the reg--”
“Regular,” she says with him. “One pump or two?”
Jared shrugs, as if it’s no matter, and he hears the quick pump of the syrup bottle as finishes up his coffee then she hands over the cup. He lifts his eyebrows at the ceramic mug; he usually gets it to go, even when he stalls around the shop to spend more time watching her and smell the sweets coming out of the oven on a regular schedule. As he sips, his eyebrows lift even higher on his forehead, bangs coming down over his eyes, because he can taste an extra shot of amaretto in there.
“Too much?” she asks, quiet, like she’s afraid to ask.
Jared takes a healthy sip, puts the mug down to the counter and shakes his head with a hum. “No, it’s just right.”
“Good.” She lightly claps her hands then holds them together, as if in prayer. “You want dessert, too?”
Before he can respond, she’s walking to the swinging doors and insisting he follow. She leaves no room for bargaining and is back in the kitchen already, leaving him only one choice.
Like Vanna White, she motions at an array of cupcakes, twisted croissant sticks, cookies, and petite tarts at the end of a long, shiny silver table. “Take your pick. Any and all are yours to sample.” Danneel hops up to sit on the tabletop, hands curling around the edge and feet dangling, and watches him scope out the goods.
“Too many choices,” Jared chuckles then bites his lower lip. He still feels weird here, a little dense and behind the eight ball. His mouth, however, is far ahead of the game, because it opens and lets him speak without proper thought. “You gave Jensen your number.”
Danneel frowns and glances away before slanting an awkward look at him. “I gave him the number to the bakery.”
“And you looked at me weird when it happened.”
She slowly nods. “Because it was weird that you were standing there while your friend hit on me.” When he continues to stare at her, she gently laughs then smiles, those soft dimples popping in her cheeks. “Because I wanted you to be the one hitting on me.”
It takes a few seconds to sink in, to really make sense and slosh around inside the far reaches of his brain, and suddenly he bursts out, “Oh, okay!” and grins. He then clamps his mouth shut to stop being so manic and focuses on the treats laid out.
Laid out for him, he now realizes. Because this is that date she’s hoping for. Jared is the one she wants to see.
He mentally fist pumps and makes himself a reminder to call Jensen and gloat once more. He thinks about taking a photo of the spread to text to Jensen -- all these baked goods with Danneel sitting beside them -- but maybe that’s too much. Especially when he actually does have Danneel waiting for him.
Jared rubs his hands together with nervous energy, yet tries to play it off like interest and excitement. “Right, so, which do you recommend?”
Danneel bites her lower lip and leans to the side to grab one of the teeny tarts, raspberry and kiwi layered atop a dollop of cream. She holds it out to him with a sly look. “I know you like your fruits, but I’m gonna guess that you sometimes like tart.”
“Sometimes,” he says with faked consideration, as if he wouldn’t eat anything she puts in front of him. Because it’s her, and they’re alone, and that just makes his body hum. Buoyed by this excitement, Jared leans forward and takes the bite from her fingers with his mouth, lips sliding over her fingertips, his tongue, too.
She moans deep and throaty, and Jared really can’t hold out. He’s a man and Danneel is an exceptionally attractive woman; he only has so much willpower before he’s just going to crack.
He hasn’t even finished chewing the tart when he leans forward to kiss her. She seems on board with it anyway, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Once he’s swallowed, he slides his tongue between her soft lips and thrills at the sweetness within her mouth, the soft yet sure touches of her tongue against his.
With his arms around her lower back, he lifts and pulls her off the table to hold her closer. She squeaks, and he pulls away from the kiss with worry. “I’m sorry, oh god, too much?” he rambles out.
Danneel licks her bottom lip, making it all wet and shiny. “No, it’s exactly what I’d always imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this before?”
Now she bites her lip and it’s all red to match her flushed cheeks. “Yeah. You’re kinda big, and tall, and you look real strong.”
She’s barely a weight in his arms, but he still hefts her up a little at the knowledge that she’s thought of this before. “That’s really good to know, that you admire that kind of thing. It’s pretty accurate, too, the tall and strong thing.”
Danneel chuckles and tucks errant hair behind his ear. “I’ve noticed.” Then she presses herself closer, arms tight around his neck, and her chest pressing against his so that her cleavage is more pronounced and just beneath his chin. “I’ve also noticed that you sometimes admire …”
When Danneel flits and eyebrow, shame flashes through him, then he reminds himself that he currently has her pressed against him without an inch of space between them. There’s no reason to back away now. “I do admire …” and he flits his eyebrow as if repeating her thoughts. “Very, very much.”
“That’s good to know,” she whispers, pushing herself up in his arms so that her breasts are even closer to his face.
Jared takes the sign perfectly, kissing down her jaw, her throat, and into the dip of her cleavage. His tongue slips down between her breasts, and she whimpers and pushes against him, arms and legs wrapping themselves tighter around him.
He puts her back down to the table so he can lean with a better angle and kiss across the top of her breast, hand slowly rising up her side to grab the other breast and squeeze. And yep, just like he’d imagined, his entire palm covers the plush breast even as he grips and pushes against it to meet every one of her satisfied moans.
In just another few seconds, he’ll unbutton her blouse and get beneath her bra, but Danneel obviously has other plans. She tugs at his belt to pull him flush against her as she scoots to the edge of the table. He’s growing hard and now he can rock his hips against hers, all just a tease to what seems like it could be ohsogood.
She licks up the length of his neck then takes his mouth in a searing kiss that doesn’t last nearly as long as he’d like. When she breaks it, she’s huffing just as hard as he is, and he smiles at her.
“This isn’t really sanitary,” she says, “not in the kitchen.”
“Please tell me you live close,” Jared nearly begs. “Like upstairs, or in the back room or even under this table?”
Danneel laughs, an airy, sweet noise that warms his stomach in delight. “I don’t, but I do have a back office with a desk as the lone surface.”
Jared takes a long, steadying breath, then closes his eyes. “I am like 99 percent sure I shouldn’t do this, but … I really like you, I have for months, since I first started coming here and--”
“Oh, Jared,” she murmurs.
He clenches his eyes shut, sure that he’s ruining his one chance to score with the hottest chick he’s seen in years. But still. He’s not a dirtbag and he’s going to play it right with the woman who serves him his daily coffee.
“And I don’t want to be a greaseball who takes you in the back room before dinner or at least a classy glass of wine.”
“I really like wine.”
Jared looks at her, and she’s smiling sweetly, fingers combing up and through the back of his hair. “And I’d love to do dinner and wine of any sort with you …”
“But?”
“But,” she says in a leading tone as she drags her hands up his chest. “I’d really, really, really like to finish what we’ve started here, too.”
“As you wish.” Jared sweeps her up in his arms and heads to the back of the kitchen. There’s the exit door with a heavy duty lock then another simpler door to the right and he nudges it further open to something more akin to a utility closet, files and folders stacked high on the desk.
She wiggles for him to put her down and reaches to clean up some of the mess, but he pulls her back. “Mmm, no, not waiting,” and he nearly blankets her against the wall. He kisses her deep and hard then travels down her throat to mouth along her cleavage before finally opening up her shirt. He squeezes her tits together and takes turns sucking and lightly biting at her nipples through the lace of her bra. She writhes against him with her hands wringing through his hair and moans fluttering through her hard-bitten lips.
Jared rests down on his knees and kisses her belly then lower, and when she doesn’t stop him, he slowly unbuttons her pants. Danneel helps to push her pants and underwear down then seems to squirm when all he does is stare at her bare and beginning to shine with wetness. He wraps his hands around the back of her thighs and leans in to lick between her legs, tasting her for a second before he knows he needs more. He nudges her legs apart and gets even closer to mouth around her clit, and she moves a leg over his shoulder to give herself better balance and, greater yet, him a better angle.
As she rocks against his mouth, he flicks his tongue over her clit then makes measured sweeps of his tongue across her pussy, ending with full pressure of his mouth around her clit. He sucks at it and pushes his tongue at the underside until her nails dig into his scalp and the heel of her foot presses hard at his back.
She starts panting little oh god, oh god, oh gods and then there’s the hard knock of her head at the wall and she’s vibrating against his lips, moaning and whining and making beautifully illicit noises as she orgasms.
Jared wipes his lips then stands while she nearly slinks down the wall. With a laugh, he helps her to stand, then smiles broadly to her dreamy look, like she’s lost in another world and happy to never return to today.
Still, she goes for his belt, undoing it and his jeans, and pushes his pants and boxers down a few inches so she can reach for his dick and begin to fondle him. Air leaves his lungs and he leans forward without much strength in his knees because her hand is moving in steadied, confident strokes, and he knows he won’t last long.
“You know,” he pants out, “Next time you ask one pump or two, it’s gonna get pretty dirty.”
Danneel laughs, and Jared smiles in return, beyond glad that he really did, after all, have a chance with her, and that this is how they’re reconciling all their misunderstandings. “I hope it does,” she replies with a smirk.
He kisses her hard, turned on by the teasing curl of her lips, then feels his muscles seize up when she squeezes and pulls harder, fist pumping faster to egg him on. It works because moments later his knees lock up and he releases a guttural moan as he comes.
Leaning forward, he rests his forehead to the cool wall with heavy panting. When she shifts beneath him, he looks down to find her running her fingers over her flat belly -- soft, tan skin that he can’t wait to lavish in attention at a date to be determined. Then she’s licking his come from her fingertips and smiling up at him with a hum.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mumbles.
Danneel’s smiles is downright satisfied and her eyes practically sparkle with delight. “And I will revive you with sweets.”
“It’s a deal.”
Also a deal is actually fulfilling the dinner and fancy wine promise. It’s like a date in reverse - double orgasms followed by drinks, appetizers, then they part ways with just a soft, tender kiss that doesn’t go anywhere because it’s nearing midnight and she still has to open the shop at the crack of dawn.
With a tiny groan, Jared pulls himself away. “One date and I’m already hating your job.”
She chuckles and tugs on his hands. “You could never.”
“I could.”
“Coffee, and donuts, and cookies,” she teases.
“Oh my!” he over-exclaims just for laughs.
“Oh my, indeed,” she murmurs, stepping closer and up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “And oh my, the time. I really do have to go.”
With only momentary sadness, he nods in agreement. Keeping steady with her gaze, he gently smiles at her. “Good night, Danneel.”
She pulls away, letting their hands slowly slide apart, and smiles right back at him. “Good night, Jared.”
He’s not ashamed to admit that he stays there until she reaches the end of the block, watches the sway of her hips with every stride that carriers her further away, counts the seconds until she disappears from sight. Besides, it’s a pretty nice view.
In the morning, the shop is busy as ever, people chatting nonstop to one another or calling out so their orders are heard over conversations.
He catches Danneel’s sight for just a second as she’s wrapping up a half dozen muffins. A smile takes over his face as she does a double take then winks at him before finishing up the order.
Jared intends to order, but the cashier passes right by him to take other orders and fill coffees and pastry bags. He’s about to interrupt when Danneel slides a cup across the counter, lower lip caught between her teeth as their fingers touch with him grabbing it. He puts a five down, unwilling to argue free coffees this early in the game.
The thought of asking her about later or next steps cuts through the delight of sharing this moment with her. But it’s all eased when he sees her scrawl on the paper liner on the outside of his covered cup.
7:30, Malone’s. Next to it is the imprint of her red lipsticked mouth, and he flips open his phone to call Jensen.
It’s not even seven, but Jared always enjoys breaking Jensen’s beauty sleep. Especially when it’s to brag about the love of his life.
Pairing: Jared/Danneel
Words: 5700
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared's been crushing on the hot girl at Dannycakes, the coffee shop he visits every morning.
Notes: Written for tebtosca as part of her donation for fandomaid. Christ, I cannot write ANYTHING short or quick. What was supposed to be adorable lil crushing turned into THIS. Hope you enjoy bb!
“Don’t look, there she is,” Jared whispers, turning away from the bakery.
“What? The redhead?” Jensen stupidly replies and Jared’s ready to throttle his best friend.
Instead he tugs hard on Jensen’s elbow so they stand as far away from the coffee shop windows as possible. In his quick effort to put that much space between them and the object of his coffee-fueled affections, Jared trips down the curb and narrowly avoids a honking car that swerves away from him.
“Dude!” Jensen yells, pulling Jared back onto the sidewalk. “You don’t need to get yourself killed over her.”
“It’s not my fault!” Jared bitches back. “I said don’t look. What part of don’t look did you not understand?”
“You also said there she is. What else was I supposed to do but look?”
Jared grumbles and Jensen rolls his eyes; it’s all par for the course really.
“So what’d she do to get you all up in arms?” Jensen asks, walking back to the large picture window. “Play with your beans? Make your cream rise?”
He glares at Jensen, who only winks in return.
“Okay, seriously, what’s the big deal with a baker who - oh hello nurse,” Jensen suddenly murmurs, pressing his face against the glass just below the wax-pencil muffin etched on the inside of the window.
It kind of looks like he’s wearing it as a hat, so Jared pulls his phone out to take that picture. Once it’s complete, Jared smiles at the screen. “You are so adorable.”
Jensen shifts close to look at it and shakes his head. “Really? You’re talking about the love of your life and you’re taking stupid pictures of me?”
“There’s always time for stupid pictures of you,” Jared replies with a grin.
“Anyway. So that chick?” Jensen thumbs back towards the coffee shop. “Totally out of your league. Don’t even bother trying it. She’s not into guys like you.”
“What? No, c’mon,” Jared whines.
“Seriously, Jared. I’m just saving you the heartbreak.”
An odd mix of anger and shame engulfs Jared until he sees Jensen tweaking the edges of his hair. He sees red and tries to shoot fire at the back of Jensen’s head. “Oh, and I’m guessing she’s into guys like you?”
Jensen gives what is supposed to be his blaise smile and shrug, but it always comes off more smugly hey, what can I do?
“She could totally be interested,” Jared insists. “Last week she put an extra squirt of cream in my coffee.” Jensen laughs and Jared pouts. “You’re a child.”
“Like you weren’t already thinking it.”
“Not where she’s concerned. She’s totally more refined than that.” Suddenly Jensen is heading for the door and Jared cuts him off before it swings open. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m going inside.”
“For what?”
Jensen glances up the side of the building. “I don’t know, a coffee maybe? We are standing in front of a coffee shop.”
“You’re totally going to embarrass me and ruin my chance for perfect children and then you’ll never be godfather to my son.”
“Oh, no,” Jensen deadpans. “However will I cope?”
Jared aims a punch at Jensen’s shoulder, but Jensen smoothly slides out of the way and right in the front door before Jared can catch his balance. “Damnit, I hate you,” he groans over the bell above the door.
Once they’re both inside, Jared finds the shiny brown eyes of the owner across the room, and he manages a truly pathetic wave when he’s caught staring too long. “Not you, I don’t hate you, I really like you, and your muffins.”
“Smooth move,” Jensen mumbles, and Jared punches him in the lower back.
The woman behind the counter makes a face then recovers when the guys near the counter.
Jensen takes time to smile at her, glance around the shop, then point at the menu board posted high on the wall. “Dannycakes? Cute name.”
“Thank you,” she replies with a sweet smile and nod. “You can thank my dad. He won the coin toss at the hospital.”
“You’re Danny? Good to know.” Jensen bumps Jared’s shoulder, as if Jared hadn’t heard that.
Jared’s glad that his month-long worry over whether Danny was a silent owner or father or even the woman’s boyfriend didn’t end badly. “Danny’s a totally cute name,” he says, but it sounds lame coming out of his mouth. Especially compared to Jensen’s smooth delivery - Jared’s always been the goofball between the two of them and he usually just stumbles into relationships.
It’s been awhile since he’s sought one out, and he’s been taking his time to admire this red-headed, slim yet curvy, gorgeous baker.
“Well thank you,” she murmurs with a dimple coming out. “It’s Danneel, but it’s not as cute in cake form.”
“Not much is,” Jensen replies with a wink.
Jared tries not to sigh, but he’s sure he’s failed because Danneel suddenly seems awkward to face either of them.
“What can I get you?” she asks as she gathers up two paper cups and waves them.
“Tall french roast with cream and sugar,” Jensen details, and she nods at him before facing Jared.
“Your regular?”
Jared smiles at the knowledge that she remembers what he orders every morning. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a charming smile, and he’s encouraged when her cheeks dimple as she turns away to pour him a tall coffee. “So, you got a lot on your rack there,” he offers for conversation.
It takes both Jensen and Danneel to give him odd looks to realize how bad it came out, especially given how particularly wonderful her anatomical rack really is. He’s often daydreamed about the weight and shape of her breasts in his large hands, wondered how smooth her skin is or how pink her nipples were or -
“You’re drooling,” Jensen mutters with an elbow to Jared’s side.
Jared wipes his mouth then clears his throat. “Sorry about that. I meant the bakery rack.”
Danneel smiles and nods in appreciation. “Yeah, we’re getting ready for the after-work rush. The Pudding Puffs are a special this week.”
“Pudding Puffs?”
From the coffee stand, she explains, “It’s like a puff pastry. But the cream just explodes in your mouth.”
“I like the sound of that,” Jensen whispers and Jared sighs while turning away from him.
He steps over to the bakery case and admires all the sugary creations, including six-inch-tall slices of red velvet cake, the cake pops nearly as big as his palm, and the double-stacked carrot cupcakes. He hums in anticipation of sugary delights. “Jen, take a look at these.”
Jensen joins him and they both stoop down to assess all of the desserts. Soon after, Danneel sets their coffees on the counter, comes to the other side of the case, and bends down to shift a few items into place. She describes the layers in the carrot cupcakes, but it doesn’t matter, because the angle she’s at puts the deep curve of her cleavage right at their eye level. Her chest almost seems magnified through the glass.
Jared gently clears his throat and Jensen hums in return, but they don’t stop ogling her breasts as she moves from one end of the case to the other, leaning even further into the shelves so that Jared can now see the lace of a hot pink bra beneath her uniform black, deep v-neck tee.
“You fellas see something you like?” she asks from the other side of the case, and Jared and Jensen both shoot up to stand at attention
Jared tries to look as innocent as possible while he can see from the corner of his eye that Jensen is sending her a charming smile. He wants to kick Jensen in the back of his knee, jab his stomach, or even slap him clear across the face to keep him far away from the girl Jared’s been daydreaming about for weeks and weeks and weeks. Jared’s jealousy flares when she smiles right back at Jensen then flits her eyebrows, waiting for them to respond.
“Is one of everything too much?” Jensen asks, which makes her chuckle and Jared clench his jaw.
“Not if you two share the load,” she insists playfully.
Jensen chuckles and nudges Jared. “You’ve never seen ol’ boy eat. I doubt we’d get home before he swallows it all.”
“That’s the highest of compliments for a baker.” After shared smiles, she shifts against the counter with a strange look. “So you two live together?”
“No,” they both insist together; they’ve heard this before and while it’s pretty close to the truth, it’s not what everyone thinks.
“We’re just friends,” Jared explains.
“We live in the same building.”
Jared points at Jensen, “He’s on top.”
“Yeah, I … no, that’s not really, you know …” Jensen clears his throat and clarifies, “I’m Jensen, and Jared lives a floor below me.”
“If you say so,” she teases. A moment later, she’s offering them each a piece of cream fudge. “Here try this.”
Jared instantly tastes buttery pecan burst on his tongue and he’s moaning with pleasure at how smoothly the fudge melts in his mouth. “That is awesome,” he sighs in between long licks across his teeth to grab every errant piece of fudge.
“That is exceptional,” Jensen corrects. “I’ve never had anything like this in my mouth. You are incredibly talented.”
It’s obvious that Jensen is laying it on thick, and Jared only clenches his jaw as he glances away, sure that he will lose his chance with Danneel.
He likely lost it the second he brought Jensen within view of the coffee shop. Jensen’s a glutton for a good cup of joe and a nice pair of tits. Jared really should have known better.
When Jared clues back into the scene, Jensen’s chatting with Danneel as he pays for their order, and he’s lost any good window to make his move. He’s about two seconds away from scuffing his shoe on the floor and hanging his head. It’s pathetic to have Charlie Brown as your icon at age thirty-four, but it seems too fitting.
“Anything else?” she asks brightly.
Jensen licks his lip, leans in, and drops his voice, but Jared can still hear him ask for her number. She glances at Jared and time slows down as she seems to judge him for standing there so awkwardly, as if he’s impeding the start to their meant to be.
Jared definitely feels like he’s walked himself to his own demise.
Stupid, stupid Jared.
Danneel grabs a pen and a business card next to the register and scribbles before handing the card to Jensen. “Feel free to stop by the shop whenever. I’m always happy to take care of good customers.”
Jared simply nods in return and follows Jensen outside.
He’s pouting, for sure, and about ready to insist Jensen owes him a few pitchers of beer for somehow facilitating that hook up when Jensen stops in his tracks and groans.
“Son of a …”
“What?” Jared asks tiredly. Jensen holds the business card up and Jared sees how Danneel had circled the number to the store. “Yeah, so?”
“I didn’t get her real number.”
Jared snorts and continues walking down the block. “Maybe that’s God punishing you for stepping in on my territory.”
“Right, your territory,” Jensen scoffs as he follows. “You’ve been going in there for three months and haven’t made a move yet.”
“I was taking my time.”
“A girl like that? You gotta go fast.”
“Like you? With a business card?” Jared laughs at his friend, trying to cover up the disappointment for how the visit had gone. “If she was really into you, you’d have gotten hand-written digits.”
“At least she knows I’m interested. She just thinks you’re a bottom.”
Jared frowns and shakes his head, already regretting that he’s introduced Jensen to Dannycakes Shop.
The next morning, Jared stops in at the shop when it’s packed with the morning rush. He’d considered a handful of other coffee stands to patronize this morning, but this really is the best coffee he’s tasted in years and everything else would take him at least a few blocks out of his daily route. He has a routine, okay?
He’s grateful for the long lines demanding quick service because that means less face time with Danneel. Fewer moments to see her happy, bright face while knowing he failed to make a move.
“Hey, Jared!” she calls out from behind the counter, and he reluctantly nods in return. She’s fussing with the espresso machine while an assistant is filling a baker’s dozen order, but still smiles broadly at him.
Her auburn hair is pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head, strands of hair tangling down her smooth, tan neck and Jared really hates that he ever considered having a chance with her.
“Your regular?”
“Uh, yeah,” he replies carefully, realizing how the customers still in line are eyeing him for cutting ahead.
The assistant takes a few more orders, cashes them out, and moves onto the next as Danneel handles Jared’s morning mocha and he stands off to the side to avoid drawing more attention for skipping the line.
He’s not sure why she’s doing this, maybe just to be nice to the friend of the guy who wants to take her out. Maybe she wants to grill him on Jensen, or even lay the groundwork for things he can pass back to his friend. Maybe she just wants to make him feel even worse for what he can’t have just because she can.
He’ll never understand how women’s minds work.
A minute later, she’s sliding the covered cup across the bakery case along with a Pudding Puff, which she explains is filled with strawberry pudding. “I never pictured you as a real chocolate guy, maybe more fruit-based sweets?”
He makes a face. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you reach for the kids’ lollipops more than you ever order something. So, fruit all the way, I figure. That or you’re really cheap.” His mouth drops and she immediately smiles, broad and happy and sending a shiver through his system. “I’m just kidding!” Then she lowers her voice, “But if it’s the latter, we can just keep that between you and me.”
Jared tries to smile, though he feels a bit foolish for her calling him out on his lollipop thievery. “Yeah, I’m more into hard candies than all the frou-frou things.” He mentally kicks himself before correcting, “I mean, all your frou-frou things look fantastic, and the fudge from yesterday really was amazing. I just don’t usually lean that way.”
Danneel rests forward on the bakery case with her arms crossed on the top. Now her v-neck - today it’s emerald green - shows off her ever-impressive cleavage as she pushes up onto her toes to gets a little closer. Today, though, she’s got on a black bra with black lace that creeps up over the curve of her breasts.
“What way do you lean then?” she asks softly.
His mouth goes dry and his mind blanks. Worse yet, he can’t keep his eyes from glancing down at her chest. Danneel catches him looking and he immediately he clears his throat and all noise of the coffee shop blares back to life. “You’re probably really busy,” he lamely says. “I should stop interrupting your business.”
“Okay, well,” she says oddly, “I hope you enjoy the Pudding Puff.”
When he offers her money she shakes her head and nudges the items closer to him with a business card under the pastry. “No, I can’t just take them.”
“You can and you will.” Danneel nods firmly then briefly bites her bottom lip. “If you really like it, you should come back near closing time. I always have tons of leftovers at half price.”
He thanks her profusely and grabs the items with a quick motion of the coffee in thanks. Once outside, he brings the Pudding Puff up for a bite and he’s moaning on the sidewalk to the creamy flow of strawberry. As he considers the next bite, he can now see beyond the wax paper wrapper to the scribble across the coffee cup icon on the left side of the business card.
7pm, coffee and pastries!
He immediately reaches for his phone to call Jensen and brag, but nearly drops the pastry. He stops his fussing and finishes the strawberry masterpiece; gloating can wait another few bites.
At five to seven, Jared enters the empty coffee shop, the bell above the door echoing in the quiet space. The whole place is dim with the lights cued down and there’s no coffee brewing or pastries in the glass case. He wonders if he read it all wrong, and he’s about to make himself a fool.
Jensen had insisted that Danneel just wanted to increase business by reeling in a sucker to take leftovers off her hands. His friend is not often wrong about things of the female variety … but then again, Danneel appears from the swinging door to the back with her hair falling over her shoulders and back in waves, a black sleeveless shirt that’s buttoned most of the way up, neatly pressed white capri pants, and a demure smile.
He’s so used to seeing her hair tied up, Dannycakes-embroidered tees and polos, and messy jeans covered in half the ingredients that go into her baked goods that he’s sort of blown away to see her more put together here. Especially when she seems almost shy and nervous herself.
“Got a date?” he jokes, trying to ease his embarrassment for intruding on her off the clock.
“Kinda hoping?” she replies with an awkward chuckle. They remain quiet, glancing at and away from each other until she finally says, “This is really weird.”
“That’s probably all me,” he replies with a pathetic wave, still standing near the entrance. “You look really pretty, though,” he sputters out, nerves forcing the words through his lips.
“Thank you.” She laughs to herself. “It’s been awhile since I’ve tried.”
“Well, I’d say it worked.”
Danneel makes a face then leans on the counter with her shoulders rising in an aborted shrug. “I’m here all hours of the day, it’s kinda hard to date, you know?”
Jared nods, because he can only imagine what type of effort it takes to keep a morning and daytime coffee shop up and running with all the baked goods she puts in the case. Then he thinks about Jensen’s intention to get her number and he frowns. “Yeah, I bet.”
“And it’s really hard to date regulars without all the other customers listening in on my trying to flirt with them.”
Jensen’s not really a regular, so he’s not sure where she’s going with this. “Yeah, I’d assume that’s a problem.”
“Jared,” she says in an odd tone, one that sounds like she’s laughing both at and with him on some joke he hasn’t figured out yet.
“Yeah?”
With a quick shake of her head, auburn hair flitting across her shoulders and making him want to curl his fingers in it, she turns to the back counter. “You want a coffee?”
Now he feels like he’s intruding, and a moron, but he is thirsty and figures he could use a nice, hot drink to comfort his bruised ego. “Yeah, sure the reg--”
“Regular,” she says with him. “One pump or two?”
Jared shrugs, as if it’s no matter, and he hears the quick pump of the syrup bottle as finishes up his coffee then she hands over the cup. He lifts his eyebrows at the ceramic mug; he usually gets it to go, even when he stalls around the shop to spend more time watching her and smell the sweets coming out of the oven on a regular schedule. As he sips, his eyebrows lift even higher on his forehead, bangs coming down over his eyes, because he can taste an extra shot of amaretto in there.
“Too much?” she asks, quiet, like she’s afraid to ask.
Jared takes a healthy sip, puts the mug down to the counter and shakes his head with a hum. “No, it’s just right.”
“Good.” She lightly claps her hands then holds them together, as if in prayer. “You want dessert, too?”
Before he can respond, she’s walking to the swinging doors and insisting he follow. She leaves no room for bargaining and is back in the kitchen already, leaving him only one choice.
Like Vanna White, she motions at an array of cupcakes, twisted croissant sticks, cookies, and petite tarts at the end of a long, shiny silver table. “Take your pick. Any and all are yours to sample.” Danneel hops up to sit on the tabletop, hands curling around the edge and feet dangling, and watches him scope out the goods.
“Too many choices,” Jared chuckles then bites his lower lip. He still feels weird here, a little dense and behind the eight ball. His mouth, however, is far ahead of the game, because it opens and lets him speak without proper thought. “You gave Jensen your number.”
Danneel frowns and glances away before slanting an awkward look at him. “I gave him the number to the bakery.”
“And you looked at me weird when it happened.”
She slowly nods. “Because it was weird that you were standing there while your friend hit on me.” When he continues to stare at her, she gently laughs then smiles, those soft dimples popping in her cheeks. “Because I wanted you to be the one hitting on me.”
It takes a few seconds to sink in, to really make sense and slosh around inside the far reaches of his brain, and suddenly he bursts out, “Oh, okay!” and grins. He then clamps his mouth shut to stop being so manic and focuses on the treats laid out.
Laid out for him, he now realizes. Because this is that date she’s hoping for. Jared is the one she wants to see.
He mentally fist pumps and makes himself a reminder to call Jensen and gloat once more. He thinks about taking a photo of the spread to text to Jensen -- all these baked goods with Danneel sitting beside them -- but maybe that’s too much. Especially when he actually does have Danneel waiting for him.
Jared rubs his hands together with nervous energy, yet tries to play it off like interest and excitement. “Right, so, which do you recommend?”
Danneel bites her lower lip and leans to the side to grab one of the teeny tarts, raspberry and kiwi layered atop a dollop of cream. She holds it out to him with a sly look. “I know you like your fruits, but I’m gonna guess that you sometimes like tart.”
“Sometimes,” he says with faked consideration, as if he wouldn’t eat anything she puts in front of him. Because it’s her, and they’re alone, and that just makes his body hum. Buoyed by this excitement, Jared leans forward and takes the bite from her fingers with his mouth, lips sliding over her fingertips, his tongue, too.
She moans deep and throaty, and Jared really can’t hold out. He’s a man and Danneel is an exceptionally attractive woman; he only has so much willpower before he’s just going to crack.
He hasn’t even finished chewing the tart when he leans forward to kiss her. She seems on board with it anyway, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Once he’s swallowed, he slides his tongue between her soft lips and thrills at the sweetness within her mouth, the soft yet sure touches of her tongue against his.
With his arms around her lower back, he lifts and pulls her off the table to hold her closer. She squeaks, and he pulls away from the kiss with worry. “I’m sorry, oh god, too much?” he rambles out.
Danneel licks her bottom lip, making it all wet and shiny. “No, it’s exactly what I’d always imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this before?”
Now she bites her lip and it’s all red to match her flushed cheeks. “Yeah. You’re kinda big, and tall, and you look real strong.”
She’s barely a weight in his arms, but he still hefts her up a little at the knowledge that she’s thought of this before. “That’s really good to know, that you admire that kind of thing. It’s pretty accurate, too, the tall and strong thing.”
Danneel chuckles and tucks errant hair behind his ear. “I’ve noticed.” Then she presses herself closer, arms tight around his neck, and her chest pressing against his so that her cleavage is more pronounced and just beneath his chin. “I’ve also noticed that you sometimes admire …”
When Danneel flits and eyebrow, shame flashes through him, then he reminds himself that he currently has her pressed against him without an inch of space between them. There’s no reason to back away now. “I do admire …” and he flits his eyebrow as if repeating her thoughts. “Very, very much.”
“That’s good to know,” she whispers, pushing herself up in his arms so that her breasts are even closer to his face.
Jared takes the sign perfectly, kissing down her jaw, her throat, and into the dip of her cleavage. His tongue slips down between her breasts, and she whimpers and pushes against him, arms and legs wrapping themselves tighter around him.
He puts her back down to the table so he can lean with a better angle and kiss across the top of her breast, hand slowly rising up her side to grab the other breast and squeeze. And yep, just like he’d imagined, his entire palm covers the plush breast even as he grips and pushes against it to meet every one of her satisfied moans.
In just another few seconds, he’ll unbutton her blouse and get beneath her bra, but Danneel obviously has other plans. She tugs at his belt to pull him flush against her as she scoots to the edge of the table. He’s growing hard and now he can rock his hips against hers, all just a tease to what seems like it could be ohsogood.
She licks up the length of his neck then takes his mouth in a searing kiss that doesn’t last nearly as long as he’d like. When she breaks it, she’s huffing just as hard as he is, and he smiles at her.
“This isn’t really sanitary,” she says, “not in the kitchen.”
“Please tell me you live close,” Jared nearly begs. “Like upstairs, or in the back room or even under this table?”
Danneel laughs, an airy, sweet noise that warms his stomach in delight. “I don’t, but I do have a back office with a desk as the lone surface.”
Jared takes a long, steadying breath, then closes his eyes. “I am like 99 percent sure I shouldn’t do this, but … I really like you, I have for months, since I first started coming here and--”
“Oh, Jared,” she murmurs.
He clenches his eyes shut, sure that he’s ruining his one chance to score with the hottest chick he’s seen in years. But still. He’s not a dirtbag and he’s going to play it right with the woman who serves him his daily coffee.
“And I don’t want to be a greaseball who takes you in the back room before dinner or at least a classy glass of wine.”
“I really like wine.”
Jared looks at her, and she’s smiling sweetly, fingers combing up and through the back of his hair. “And I’d love to do dinner and wine of any sort with you …”
“But?”
“But,” she says in a leading tone as she drags her hands up his chest. “I’d really, really, really like to finish what we’ve started here, too.”
“As you wish.” Jared sweeps her up in his arms and heads to the back of the kitchen. There’s the exit door with a heavy duty lock then another simpler door to the right and he nudges it further open to something more akin to a utility closet, files and folders stacked high on the desk.
She wiggles for him to put her down and reaches to clean up some of the mess, but he pulls her back. “Mmm, no, not waiting,” and he nearly blankets her against the wall. He kisses her deep and hard then travels down her throat to mouth along her cleavage before finally opening up her shirt. He squeezes her tits together and takes turns sucking and lightly biting at her nipples through the lace of her bra. She writhes against him with her hands wringing through his hair and moans fluttering through her hard-bitten lips.
Jared rests down on his knees and kisses her belly then lower, and when she doesn’t stop him, he slowly unbuttons her pants. Danneel helps to push her pants and underwear down then seems to squirm when all he does is stare at her bare and beginning to shine with wetness. He wraps his hands around the back of her thighs and leans in to lick between her legs, tasting her for a second before he knows he needs more. He nudges her legs apart and gets even closer to mouth around her clit, and she moves a leg over his shoulder to give herself better balance and, greater yet, him a better angle.
As she rocks against his mouth, he flicks his tongue over her clit then makes measured sweeps of his tongue across her pussy, ending with full pressure of his mouth around her clit. He sucks at it and pushes his tongue at the underside until her nails dig into his scalp and the heel of her foot presses hard at his back.
She starts panting little oh god, oh god, oh gods and then there’s the hard knock of her head at the wall and she’s vibrating against his lips, moaning and whining and making beautifully illicit noises as she orgasms.
Jared wipes his lips then stands while she nearly slinks down the wall. With a laugh, he helps her to stand, then smiles broadly to her dreamy look, like she’s lost in another world and happy to never return to today.
Still, she goes for his belt, undoing it and his jeans, and pushes his pants and boxers down a few inches so she can reach for his dick and begin to fondle him. Air leaves his lungs and he leans forward without much strength in his knees because her hand is moving in steadied, confident strokes, and he knows he won’t last long.
“You know,” he pants out, “Next time you ask one pump or two, it’s gonna get pretty dirty.”
Danneel laughs, and Jared smiles in return, beyond glad that he really did, after all, have a chance with her, and that this is how they’re reconciling all their misunderstandings. “I hope it does,” she replies with a smirk.
He kisses her hard, turned on by the teasing curl of her lips, then feels his muscles seize up when she squeezes and pulls harder, fist pumping faster to egg him on. It works because moments later his knees lock up and he releases a guttural moan as he comes.
Leaning forward, he rests his forehead to the cool wall with heavy panting. When she shifts beneath him, he looks down to find her running her fingers over her flat belly -- soft, tan skin that he can’t wait to lavish in attention at a date to be determined. Then she’s licking his come from her fingertips and smiling up at him with a hum.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mumbles.
Danneel’s smiles is downright satisfied and her eyes practically sparkle with delight. “And I will revive you with sweets.”
“It’s a deal.”
Also a deal is actually fulfilling the dinner and fancy wine promise. It’s like a date in reverse - double orgasms followed by drinks, appetizers, then they part ways with just a soft, tender kiss that doesn’t go anywhere because it’s nearing midnight and she still has to open the shop at the crack of dawn.
With a tiny groan, Jared pulls himself away. “One date and I’m already hating your job.”
She chuckles and tugs on his hands. “You could never.”
“I could.”
“Coffee, and donuts, and cookies,” she teases.
“Oh my!” he over-exclaims just for laughs.
“Oh my, indeed,” she murmurs, stepping closer and up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “And oh my, the time. I really do have to go.”
With only momentary sadness, he nods in agreement. Keeping steady with her gaze, he gently smiles at her. “Good night, Danneel.”
She pulls away, letting their hands slowly slide apart, and smiles right back at him. “Good night, Jared.”
He’s not ashamed to admit that he stays there until she reaches the end of the block, watches the sway of her hips with every stride that carriers her further away, counts the seconds until she disappears from sight. Besides, it’s a pretty nice view.
In the morning, the shop is busy as ever, people chatting nonstop to one another or calling out so their orders are heard over conversations.
He catches Danneel’s sight for just a second as she’s wrapping up a half dozen muffins. A smile takes over his face as she does a double take then winks at him before finishing up the order.
Jared intends to order, but the cashier passes right by him to take other orders and fill coffees and pastry bags. He’s about to interrupt when Danneel slides a cup across the counter, lower lip caught between her teeth as their fingers touch with him grabbing it. He puts a five down, unwilling to argue free coffees this early in the game.
The thought of asking her about later or next steps cuts through the delight of sharing this moment with her. But it’s all eased when he sees her scrawl on the paper liner on the outside of his covered cup.
7:30, Malone’s. Next to it is the imprint of her red lipsticked mouth, and he flips open his phone to call Jensen.
It’s not even seven, but Jared always enjoys breaking Jensen’s beauty sleep. Especially when it’s to brag about the love of his life.