Author: Regency
Title: Each and Every Kiss
Pairing: Mark/Bridget/Jack, and every pairing therein
Warnings: None unless kissing bothers you. All the kissing.
Rating: Teen/PG-13
Summary: (Spoilers for BJB.) A series of very important kisses between Bridget, Mark, and Jack.
Prompt response for the Kissing Meme on Tumblr asking for Bridget/Mark, Jack/Mark, Bridget/Jack, and Bridget/Mark/Jack kisses.
Author's Notes: Come flail with me on Tumblr at sententiousandbellicose. You can prompt me things!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters recognizable as being from any incarnation of the Bridget Jones series. They are the property of their actors, producers, writers, and studios, not me. No copyright infringement was intended and no money was made in the writing or distribution of this story. It was good, clean fun.
Bridget/Jack, 5: comfortable kiss
Bridget is cooking. It's not going well. Nothing's blue as yet, but things have taken a turn for the wilted when all she wanted was to blanch a few leeks. They're very bright, very beautiful, very sad leeks. This isn't how she wanted to impress Jack.
They're trying to get to know each other through their own personal program of speed dating to see if romance can work for them. They're on a bit of a deadline–she give her bump an assessing glance and is reassured to find she hasn't ballooned any more in the last hour; one can never be sure. Five months and counting till Baby Jones (Jones-Qwant? Jones-Darcy?) makes his way into the world. The least she can do is promise him one stable option to choose from.
She's just about given up the potato-leek soup she was bumbling toward to call out for Greek takeaway when her front door opens unexpectedly. Well, not unexpectedly. It's Jack ferrying something that smells divine and doesn't turn her stomach.
The perfect American boyfriend.
He smiles at her like she alone lights up his world. "Hey."
She beams, trying not to let it take over her face. These leeks are going straight in the bin. "Hey."
This is nice. This routine of him hanging up his jacket and helmet and coming to greet her with a kiss that curls her toes. It's rather lovely.
She could get used to this.