title: the licks and the lips of temptation.
pairing/character: jake rosenbloom/amy cahill.
word count: 518
rating: pg
warnings: spoilers for a king's ransom.
notes: dedicated to michaela (purplepartyprincess13). please ignore the fact that this has no plot. it is the product of late-night ramblings.

"the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it."

– Oscar Wilde

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And, so, he kisses her.

At first, Amy doesn't understand what's happening. One minute Jake was complaining – yet again – about her family's recklessness, and how many laws he can only imagine that she and her brother had broken in the past week alone:

"You could go to jail for years over this!"

"Do you realize what you've dragged me into?"

"I have half a mind to lock you in the closet and call Interpol!"

And so forth.

So when he suddenly stops raving and crashes his lips to hers, she's a little more than confused. To her credit, she almost immediately pushes him away with a "I don't know what you think you're doing, but—"

Only to be interrupted: "I was trying to find a reason not to call the authorities."

She raises an eyebrow, "And?"

He runs his hand through his hair, and she knows he's doing it on purpose, she knows that he's aware of how attractive he is.

"And… I was angry, frustrated," He finally says, "so I did the only thing I could think of to stop myself from breaking something."

He sits down a little too close to her, but she can't bring herself to be rude enough to scoot in the opposite direction.

"I'd rather you break something next time." She says, picking at a loose string on her jeans, "I don't want to have to explain anything to my boyfriend."

"Ah." He grins, "so that's why you freaked out."

She rolls her eyes, "Maybe I freaked out because some guy, who's basically a stranger, just decided to kiss me."

"Oh, I'm sure that happens to you all the time."

"Stop teasing me, ok?"

"You're no fun."

He looks around the room before turning towards her again.

"So, which one of those guys back in Boston is your boyfriend?" he asks, "the snob or the nerd?"

"Which one do you think?" She counters.

"Hmm." He muses, "well, the Brit seemed to seriously want to bogart all your time, but the guy with the glasses kept staring at you like a lost puppy."

When she starts to defend Evan, Jake concurs his thought.

"Yep. Definitely the puppy." He grins, "but the other one wants you, too."

He leans back into the sofa, satisfied with himself, "My, my, aren't you popular? No wonder I wanted to kiss you."

"And no wonder I want to leave."

She gets up and he grabs her hand, which earns him a nice glare.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok?" He says sincerely, "can we just forget this?"

She manages a smile, "Fine. But touch me again and I'll be the one calling the police.

"And I'll just tell them all about the little art heist you carried out," he laughs, but his eyes say he's completely serious, "And why I'm at it, I could frame you for kidnapping my brother as well."

She fumes and starts to snap at him, but he just laughs again.

"Face it, sweetheart," He winks, "you're stuck with me."