Round 3: Jack/Liz Drabble Submissions
Sorry for the delay; non-functioning internet for most of the day prevented me from getting these posted. Below are the prompts. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.
REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal ( Read more... )
REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal ( Read more... )
Not even pretending to ponder Liz's request, his hand keeps right on cupping her breast under her shirt. "Yes, we most certainly should," he mumbles against her lips.
Her palms press against his chest, pushing him away. "No, it's too soon."
"Lemon, I've been in love with you for what seems like eons. You're in love with me, too. How is this too soon?" Moving closer to her again, he runs his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. “The way you’ve been kissing me the past ten minutes certainly wouldn’t --”
"Jesus, Jack!" She shoves his hand away, bolts off the couch. "I'm not ready to do this. To do you. Okay?"
"This isn't some disguised panicking about your underwear not matching or needing to shave your legs, is it?"
She turns her back to him, clenches her fist. Shit, she hadn't even thought about that. There was no chance in hell she's having sex with him now. Not because of the shaving thing, but because she's pretty sure the cotton panties she has on have at least one hole in them. She turns around, adjusts her glasses. "No, it's not that."
He smirks and rises to his feet.
"Lemon, you are physically attracted to me, right?"
"Oh, God,” she groans. “Am I that bad of a kisser?"
"No, not at all," he chuckles, amused by her often overwhelming insecurities. “So, you're okay with moving beyond friendship? With us becoming intimate?"
She awkwardly nods her head. "Mmm-hmm. Just not right now."
He sits on the arm of the couch. "You're sure? We're not just going to be buddies anymore, Lemon."
The air quotes he puts around the word ‘buddies’ are infuriating. Did he honestly believe she just wanted to remain friends? A confused scowl spreads across her face. "I don't generally make out with my buddies and let them feel me up, Jack!”
His smile flatlines, trying to placate her anger. God help him, even when she resembled an agitated, carnivorous woodland creature he still found her adorable.
She continues in a softer voice. “The physical stuff makes me nervous. I'm uncomfortable just talking about it. You know that."
"Yes, I do.” He half smiles. "Okay, how would you prefer to progress from here?"
"Things are moving really fast. We need to spend time together as a couple. Make sure I don't throw up if you try to be affectionate in public. Can't a girl at least go on a few dates before there’s any funny business?”
"Okay, Lemon. You're right."
"What? Really?"
He laughs at her shock. "You're right. Let's slow things down." He steps closer, gently puts his hand on the small of her back and leads her towards the door. "Let's get dinner tonight. Go on a real date. I’ll pick you up at eight o'clock?"
"Um...yeah." Her inflection denotes persistent surprise that he so readily agreed with her.
"Good," he smiles. She reaches for the handle but he presses his hand against the door. "Wait." He moves his hands to her waist, she flinches and her face tenses. "Liz, I'm not going to force myself on the woman I just professed my immense love for less than 24 hours ago?"
She keeps avoiding his gaze, nervously mumbles back, "Sorry.”
He lifts her chin up, tries to reassure her with his eyes. “Don’t apologize. I just wanted to ask...May I kiss you one more time before you leave?”
She swallows hard. “Okay.”
He slowly closes the gap between them, tilting his head to the side and bringing his lips to hers. Soft at first, the kiss deepens when she parts her lips slightly over his. Eventually parts them fully, allowing him to gently slide his tongue into her mouth. She finds herself reaching up to touch his cheek, quietly moaning from the pleasant sensations. He keeps his hands at his sides, letting her continue the languid kiss as long as she desires.
After she’s forced to come up for air, he whispers, “Goodbye, Lemon,” and opens the door for her. “See you tonight.”
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