You speak and I don't hear a word
Title: Accidental Intimacy
Fandom:RPF
Pairing: Eliza Dushku/Jensen Ackles, mention of Christian Kane
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once, although awoken and I like to dream.
Jensen’s little talk with Christian proved to be an utter waste of both of their lives. After mocking him for about a fifteen minutes, Christian admitted that he really didn’t know much about her. It had only been about an episode after all, and according to his buddy Dave, Eliza was, “Quite the little firecracker.”
Well, that was all good and fine, but that didn’t exactly help him, now did it? Jensen did, however, manage to get tickets for Kane’s next LA gig, so he picked up the phone again.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Eliza, it’s Jensen. I just wanted to let you know that I called up Chris and got the tickets for you.”
“You did!?” she squealed.
He smiled a little, hearing her so excited almost made Chris’ taunting worth it. “Yup, they’re over here. He had someone bring them over after I called.”
“Oh, wow…” she trailed off, glancing over at the clock. “Hey, you’re not busy or anything are you?”
“Not at all,” he replied, then rolled his eyes. Nice. Way to sound desperate. “Nothing important, anyway. Why?”
“I was wondering if I could come over and pick them up. They’re a birthday present,” she said quickly. “I’d just feel better knowing they’re in the mail sooner rather than later. But, if it’s too late, I can always get them tomorrow or something, is your house after all.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all. See you soon.”
After Eliza said goodbye, Jensen went into panic mode. She probably wouldn’t wanna see the pile of Doritios bags and old newspapers lying around his apartment. After cleaning up and deciding he probably had at least a half hour until she made it over, he rewarded himself with a little channel surfing. After flipping past about thirteen America’s Next Top Model marathon’s he heard a very familiar voice.
“I’m Faith,” Eliza said before head butting some bad guy.
“Oh my god…” he murmured, turning up the volume and leaning in closer. “Are those leather pants!?” Jensen sat there, completely sucked in.
Not into the show of course, he never did watch Buffy. He had a girlfriend who was kinda into it awhile back, but all that he had really gotten out of it was that there were lesbian witches. And really, wasn’t that what television needed more of?
Or at least Eliza in leather pants, he thought.
“God, I could eat a horse. Isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?” Eliza said, grinning.
“Fuck,” Jensen murmured after practically picking his jaw up off the floor. “This girl is trying to kill me. She’s not even in the room and she’s driving me insane. And she has me talking to myself. Stupid Eliza, and by stupid I mean so very hot.”
There was a knock at the door and he jumped, wiping off his currently sweating palms on his jeans and opening the door.
“Have I mentioned I owe you big time?” Eliza said with a grin, breezing on in. “I mean, really. I could kiss you right now, you have no idea.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I… had to talk to Chris anyway, remember?”
“It was still sweet.” She flashed him another smile before letting her eyes drift over to the TV. “Hey, is that me!?” she asked pointing.
“Oh, that’s… well,” he stammered.
“It is! Oh god, turn that shit off,” she groaned. “I hate watching myself, it’s like hearing your voice recorded or something, only worse.”
“I dunno, kinda like it. I mean, what’s all this about being hungry and horny?” he teased.
She rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “Alright, perv. Where are my tickets?”
“They’re in my room,” Jensen said, starting toward it. “I’ll be right back,”
“Okay. I think I’ll just stay here and watch my shame.” She plopped down on the sofa and grinned a little. “God, I love those pants.”
“You and me both,” he muttered, quickly returning and sitting down next to her. “There you go, front row even.”
“You’re the best!” Eliza threw her arms around him and Jensen froze. “What’s the matter? Oh, must not be one of those hug types. You’re manly, I get it.”
“No, it’s not that, just…” Jensen trailed off, tilting is head a little to look at her.
“What is it, Jen?” she asked worriedly. “I’ll let go…”
“You don’t have to,” he said quickly, leaning in closer to grab her arm.
Their lips brushed, an accidental touch but intimate all the same. Eliza gasped. Whether that gasp was one of surprise or disgust, Jensen couldn’t quite tell, so he cupped her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. “Is this okay?” he asked softly.
“Yeah, it’s… wait, we can’t.”
“Why not?”
She kissed his thumb, slowly untangling herself from him. “I would but, we’re gonna work together, you know? As much as I want to, and believe me I want to, we shouldn’t. The whole dating people you work with thing always ends badly.”
He nodded, looking down. “You’re right. Sorry, Eliza I got kinda typical male there.”
She smiled a little, gathering up the tickets and stuffing them in her bag. “It’s okay, really.” She started toward the door before turning back to face him. “Jensen?”
“Yeah?” he whispered, looking up.
She returned to her spot, kissing his cheek. “Thanks.”
Fandom:RPF
Pairing: Eliza Dushku/Jensen Ackles, mention of Christian Kane
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once, although awoken and I like to dream.
Jensen’s little talk with Christian proved to be an utter waste of both of their lives. After mocking him for about a fifteen minutes, Christian admitted that he really didn’t know much about her. It had only been about an episode after all, and according to his buddy Dave, Eliza was, “Quite the little firecracker.”
Well, that was all good and fine, but that didn’t exactly help him, now did it? Jensen did, however, manage to get tickets for Kane’s next LA gig, so he picked up the phone again.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Eliza, it’s Jensen. I just wanted to let you know that I called up Chris and got the tickets for you.”
“You did!?” she squealed.
He smiled a little, hearing her so excited almost made Chris’ taunting worth it. “Yup, they’re over here. He had someone bring them over after I called.”
“Oh, wow…” she trailed off, glancing over at the clock. “Hey, you’re not busy or anything are you?”
“Not at all,” he replied, then rolled his eyes. Nice. Way to sound desperate. “Nothing important, anyway. Why?”
“I was wondering if I could come over and pick them up. They’re a birthday present,” she said quickly. “I’d just feel better knowing they’re in the mail sooner rather than later. But, if it’s too late, I can always get them tomorrow or something, is your house after all.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all. See you soon.”
After Eliza said goodbye, Jensen went into panic mode. She probably wouldn’t wanna see the pile of Doritios bags and old newspapers lying around his apartment. After cleaning up and deciding he probably had at least a half hour until she made it over, he rewarded himself with a little channel surfing. After flipping past about thirteen America’s Next Top Model marathon’s he heard a very familiar voice.
“I’m Faith,” Eliza said before head butting some bad guy.
“Oh my god…” he murmured, turning up the volume and leaning in closer. “Are those leather pants!?” Jensen sat there, completely sucked in.
Not into the show of course, he never did watch Buffy. He had a girlfriend who was kinda into it awhile back, but all that he had really gotten out of it was that there were lesbian witches. And really, wasn’t that what television needed more of?
Or at least Eliza in leather pants, he thought.
“God, I could eat a horse. Isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?” Eliza said, grinning.
“Fuck,” Jensen murmured after practically picking his jaw up off the floor. “This girl is trying to kill me. She’s not even in the room and she’s driving me insane. And she has me talking to myself. Stupid Eliza, and by stupid I mean so very hot.”
There was a knock at the door and he jumped, wiping off his currently sweating palms on his jeans and opening the door.
“Have I mentioned I owe you big time?” Eliza said with a grin, breezing on in. “I mean, really. I could kiss you right now, you have no idea.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I… had to talk to Chris anyway, remember?”
“It was still sweet.” She flashed him another smile before letting her eyes drift over to the TV. “Hey, is that me!?” she asked pointing.
“Oh, that’s… well,” he stammered.
“It is! Oh god, turn that shit off,” she groaned. “I hate watching myself, it’s like hearing your voice recorded or something, only worse.”
“I dunno, kinda like it. I mean, what’s all this about being hungry and horny?” he teased.
She rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “Alright, perv. Where are my tickets?”
“They’re in my room,” Jensen said, starting toward it. “I’ll be right back,”
“Okay. I think I’ll just stay here and watch my shame.” She plopped down on the sofa and grinned a little. “God, I love those pants.”
“You and me both,” he muttered, quickly returning and sitting down next to her. “There you go, front row even.”
“You’re the best!” Eliza threw her arms around him and Jensen froze. “What’s the matter? Oh, must not be one of those hug types. You’re manly, I get it.”
“No, it’s not that, just…” Jensen trailed off, tilting is head a little to look at her.
“What is it, Jen?” she asked worriedly. “I’ll let go…”
“You don’t have to,” he said quickly, leaning in closer to grab her arm.
Their lips brushed, an accidental touch but intimate all the same. Eliza gasped. Whether that gasp was one of surprise or disgust, Jensen couldn’t quite tell, so he cupped her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. “Is this okay?” he asked softly.
“Yeah, it’s… wait, we can’t.”
“Why not?”
She kissed his thumb, slowly untangling herself from him. “I would but, we’re gonna work together, you know? As much as I want to, and believe me I want to, we shouldn’t. The whole dating people you work with thing always ends badly.”
He nodded, looking down. “You’re right. Sorry, Eliza I got kinda typical male there.”
She smiled a little, gathering up the tickets and stuffing them in her bag. “It’s okay, really.” She started toward the door before turning back to face him. “Jensen?”
“Yeah?” he whispered, looking up.
She returned to her spot, kissing his cheek. “Thanks.”