[MW] Ingrid Berman quote
[Set in heartand_soul (because I realized after I started it that I had put a completely different set-up in for canon!them). Jack is her_prettyboy and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Jack/Miranda kiss. Set early on in their relationship.]
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”
She hadn’t had this much fun on a date in a long time.
She hadn’t had this much fun being herself on a date in a long time. Every time she went out with Hank, she was always expected to behave a certain way that wasn’t her in order to keep them. She had to be subdued, with none of her usual bubble and pep. Jack, however, was completely different. He wanted her to be who she was. Without reservation, and without worrying about whether or not she was being inappropriate. She could just put all of herself out there, in all it’s hyper glory, and he could either toss it back at her or just take it all, and while she wasn’t sure which option he was taking yet, she couldn’t say she wasn’t excited to see which one it was either.
As they rounded the corner to the front of her place, she turned back to him with a bright smile, before resting back against the door. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Me too,” he nodded. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time actually.”
“Me too,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes, pausing with a temporary moment of indecision. She wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss her or not. Usually when she had felt that sensation before, it had been accompanied with a small sense of dread that he probably would. This was all butterflies and excitement, and downright giddiness. She was hoping up that he wouldn’t kiss her, just so she could hold onto that feeling for a little while longer, but then she realized that it would probably be even better if he actually did. So she just looked up at him, raking her teeth over her bottom lip as she watched him. “I should probably let you go. But we should do this again sometime.”
“I agree,” he said, taking a step in to her. She straightened up against the door a bit, pushing herself up on her toes a bit, as he leaned in to her, their lips meeting in a soft, slow kiss. She couldn’t help but smile into it, sliding an arm around his neck to keep him close. It was the kind of kiss she could feel tingling all the way down in her toes, and she couldn’t help but want more, want to feel that kind of kiss everywhere, feel him everywhere.
When he finally pulled back to breathe, she kept her eyes closed and just leaned into the door, feeling his lips press a kiss to the side of her neck. “Wanna come in?” she asked as she opened her eyes. She knew what she was implying, but she needed more of that kiss. It didn’t feel like a risk, because if he had felt the same thing she felt in that kiss, he probably was just as in need of more as she was.
“No. Not tonight.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she couldn’t help the automatic shrinking away from him at the rejection. She had never been turned down for something like that unless she was being punished for something, and she didn’t understand what she had done wrong at this point. She was so confused that it was to the point where she was looking up at him with confused eyes.
“Did I do something-”
He cut her off before she could even finish the question, kissing her until she was relaxing against him again, lazy and content in the kiss, before pulling back and brushing a hand against the side of her face lightly. “Just not this time. Next time.”
She gave him a sheepish smile, before nodding, taking a step back from him and reaching for the door again. “Night, Jack.”
“Night, Miranda.”
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“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”
She hadn’t had this much fun on a date in a long time.
She hadn’t had this much fun being herself on a date in a long time. Every time she went out with Hank, she was always expected to behave a certain way that wasn’t her in order to keep them. She had to be subdued, with none of her usual bubble and pep. Jack, however, was completely different. He wanted her to be who she was. Without reservation, and without worrying about whether or not she was being inappropriate. She could just put all of herself out there, in all it’s hyper glory, and he could either toss it back at her or just take it all, and while she wasn’t sure which option he was taking yet, she couldn’t say she wasn’t excited to see which one it was either.
As they rounded the corner to the front of her place, she turned back to him with a bright smile, before resting back against the door. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Me too,” he nodded. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time actually.”
“Me too,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes, pausing with a temporary moment of indecision. She wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss her or not. Usually when she had felt that sensation before, it had been accompanied with a small sense of dread that he probably would. This was all butterflies and excitement, and downright giddiness. She was hoping up that he wouldn’t kiss her, just so she could hold onto that feeling for a little while longer, but then she realized that it would probably be even better if he actually did. So she just looked up at him, raking her teeth over her bottom lip as she watched him. “I should probably let you go. But we should do this again sometime.”
“I agree,” he said, taking a step in to her. She straightened up against the door a bit, pushing herself up on her toes a bit, as he leaned in to her, their lips meeting in a soft, slow kiss. She couldn’t help but smile into it, sliding an arm around his neck to keep him close. It was the kind of kiss she could feel tingling all the way down in her toes, and she couldn’t help but want more, want to feel that kind of kiss everywhere, feel him everywhere.
When he finally pulled back to breathe, she kept her eyes closed and just leaned into the door, feeling his lips press a kiss to the side of her neck. “Wanna come in?” she asked as she opened her eyes. She knew what she was implying, but she needed more of that kiss. It didn’t feel like a risk, because if he had felt the same thing she felt in that kiss, he probably was just as in need of more as she was.
“No. Not tonight.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she couldn’t help the automatic shrinking away from him at the rejection. She had never been turned down for something like that unless she was being punished for something, and she didn’t understand what she had done wrong at this point. She was so confused that it was to the point where she was looking up at him with confused eyes.
“Did I do something-”
He cut her off before she could even finish the question, kissing her until she was relaxing against him again, lazy and content in the kiss, before pulling back and brushing a hand against the side of her face lightly. “Just not this time. Next time.”
She gave him a sheepish smile, before nodding, taking a step back from him and reaching for the door again. “Night, Jack.”
“Night, Miranda.”
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