Egomaniac? Nah...a maniac? Maybe. Only for you, though...
[ Yeah, there comes that cheesy side of him again that he just can't help around her. Partly because he means it and partly because it always gets a reaction out of her, whether it's a playfully dissatisfied groan or a genuine smile. Confidence, yeah. If he didn't have any of that he definitely wouldn't have ever had the balls to even try talking to Jane. But he was persistent, even timing his cigarette breaks with hers just so they'd have an excuse to chat on their back patios. When Jesse really puts his mind to something, he rarely fails.
And now she's suddenly back, after six months of thinking he'd never see her again, after experiencing the trauma of her death only days ago and feeling himself go to pieces all over again. It's almost too good to be true and yeah, maybe it is the aphrodisiacs or maybe it's just the fact that he can't keep his hands off of her because he needs to know that this is real. That she's real. That she won't evaporate into wisps of smoke beneath his touches. He can't lose her. Not again. He almost certainly wouldn't survive it this time. ]
Yeah?
[ He wants her. God, he does. But he'll wait for all eternity if that's what she wants. For now, he tests the waters, leans in close again to brush his lips against hers before he deepens the kiss slowly. His tongue brushes over the seam of hers, begging for entrance as his hands slide down her sides to squeeze her hips gently. ]
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[ Yeah, there comes that cheesy side of him again that he just can't help around her. Partly because he means it and partly because it always gets a reaction out of her, whether it's a playfully dissatisfied groan or a genuine smile. Confidence, yeah. If he didn't have any of that he definitely wouldn't have ever had the balls to even try talking to Jane. But he was persistent, even timing his cigarette breaks with hers just so they'd have an excuse to chat on their back patios. When Jesse really puts his mind to something, he rarely fails.
And now she's suddenly back, after six months of thinking he'd never see her again, after experiencing the trauma of her death only days ago and feeling himself go to pieces all over again. It's almost too good to be true and yeah, maybe it is the aphrodisiacs or maybe it's just the fact that he can't keep his hands off of her because he needs to know that this is real. That she's real. That she won't evaporate into wisps of smoke beneath his touches. He can't lose her. Not again. He almost certainly wouldn't survive it this time. ]
Yeah?
[ He wants her. God, he does. But he'll wait for all eternity if that's what she wants. For now, he tests the waters, leans in close again to brush his lips against hers before he deepens the kiss slowly. His tongue brushes over the seam of hers, begging for entrance as his hands slide down her sides to squeeze her hips gently. ]