Disclaimer: I don't own 'Bend it Like Beckham'. If I did, I would've died
from supreme happiness.
Rating: PG for kissing and slightly sickening facts about snowflakes.
Summary: Jess catches snowflakes on her tongue. Joe does not approve. The Almighty (as if) Author senses fluff.
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Catching Snowflakes
Huge snowflakes floated down from the sky, landing softly and melting if it touched bare skin and not resting on the ground. Such flakes had landed in Jess's hair, white speckles in against black. Her cheeks were cold and had a pink tinge to them, but Joe's were much worse. His were bright red and the snow in his hair was hard to see. If you could spot it, it looked more like dandruff. That didn't matter to Jess. He still looked beautiful to her.
She tilted her head back and squinted to keep the flakes out of her eyes. Everything looked so strange that way. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and stuck out her tongue. A few snowflakes landed on her tongue, melting immediately.
"You know, there could be air pollution in those," Joe said, still rubbing his arms and pulling his coat tighter around him.
Jess closed her mouth and brought her head back up, looking at him questioningly.
"And what if a bird did its business above you and it landed on your tongue?" he asked, shrugging.
"Are you trying to ruin my fun?" Jess asked, throwing her head back again and caching more snowflakes on her tongue.
"No. It's just facts."
Jess laughed, but Joe's face was solemn.
"Seriously. You're basically just eating sewage."
"They're snowflakes, Joe." She laughed again and stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. Joe kept shivering. Without a word, Jess kissed him twice, once on each cheek. The colour in his cheeks didn't change.
"Are you warmer now?"
"No. My face is still freezing."
"But you're blushing," Jess said, grinning.
"I'm not blushing," said Joe. "I'm just cold."
"You're blushing," Jess said firmly and placed her lips on his. Joe had stopped shivering when she pulled away.
"We shouldn't be doing this. Your parents..." He trailed off, but she knew what he meant.
"I know. I don't care what they think." She smiled up at him.
He smiled back. "Maybe you should. They probably don't want you to eat manure coming from the sky."
"But I don't care about what they think. I love you, Joe."
"I love you, too, Jess."
"Then it doesn't matter what they think," she concluded. She leaned in closer to her and kissed him on the lips again.
Now he really was blushing.
Rating: PG for kissing and slightly sickening facts about snowflakes.
Summary: Jess catches snowflakes on her tongue. Joe does not approve. The Almighty (as if) Author senses fluff.
~*~
Catching Snowflakes
Huge snowflakes floated down from the sky, landing softly and melting if it touched bare skin and not resting on the ground. Such flakes had landed in Jess's hair, white speckles in against black. Her cheeks were cold and had a pink tinge to them, but Joe's were much worse. His were bright red and the snow in his hair was hard to see. If you could spot it, it looked more like dandruff. That didn't matter to Jess. He still looked beautiful to her.
She tilted her head back and squinted to keep the flakes out of her eyes. Everything looked so strange that way. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and stuck out her tongue. A few snowflakes landed on her tongue, melting immediately.
"You know, there could be air pollution in those," Joe said, still rubbing his arms and pulling his coat tighter around him.
Jess closed her mouth and brought her head back up, looking at him questioningly.
"And what if a bird did its business above you and it landed on your tongue?" he asked, shrugging.
"Are you trying to ruin my fun?" Jess asked, throwing her head back again and caching more snowflakes on her tongue.
"No. It's just facts."
Jess laughed, but Joe's face was solemn.
"Seriously. You're basically just eating sewage."
"They're snowflakes, Joe." She laughed again and stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. Joe kept shivering. Without a word, Jess kissed him twice, once on each cheek. The colour in his cheeks didn't change.
"Are you warmer now?"
"No. My face is still freezing."
"But you're blushing," Jess said, grinning.
"I'm not blushing," said Joe. "I'm just cold."
"You're blushing," Jess said firmly and placed her lips on his. Joe had stopped shivering when she pulled away.
"We shouldn't be doing this. Your parents..." He trailed off, but she knew what he meant.
"I know. I don't care what they think." She smiled up at him.
He smiled back. "Maybe you should. They probably don't want you to eat manure coming from the sky."
"But I don't care about what they think. I love you, Joe."
"I love you, too, Jess."
"Then it doesn't matter what they think," she concluded. She leaned in closer to her and kissed him on the lips again.
Now he really was blushing.