Usually I don't like the pure fluff pieces. They don't really appeal to me. However, I can no longer say this, because here I am, writing one!
This has been in the back of my head and on paper for a while, but I've never gotten around to writing it. One of the things that kinda bug me about the first two seasons (and most of the third) of the show is that they never seem to go into the other characters lives. We don't know how Jenny and Ryan met, we don't know how Esposito and Lanie got started, we don't know why it took Ryan so long to introduce Jenny to everyone, but we know a whole heck of a lot about Beckett. And as much as I love her, I want to learn about everyone else, too.
So now, after this incredibly long author's note/rant, is my story of pure fluff. Enjoy!
I'm in love with Kevin.
Well, that's abrupt, but I'm kind of in shock. I figured it out doing something random, which doesn't help my thought process at all. We were watching a chick-flick at my apartment, which is probably the least exciting date we've ever been on.
His arm was around my shoulders, and I was leaning on his chest. We watched the first part of the movie like this, but after a while I could tell he wasn't looking at the screen anymore.
I smiled up into his beautiful face and saw that his eyes were already on me. He smiled when my head turned, and my grin widened. I loved his smile. It was full of pure joy and… something else. It made him look like he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world.
The movie ended; the credits began, but neither one of us moved to turn off the TV. In fact, the only motion in the room was him gently stroking my hair and me settling in closer to his chest.
I felt good, safe. Not that I didn't always feel safe around him (he is a cop), but this was different. It took me a while to figure out what I was feeling, but when I did, it hit me right in the face.
I was in love.
Immediately after it clicked in my brain, I wanted to tell Kevin, but he beat me to it. "I love you, Jenny," he said in a whisper.
"I love you, too, Kevin," I responded, just as softly.
I moved to get my mouth closer to his, and we kissed softly, our mouths moving in synch. My lips were together at the beginning, but slowly, the movement of his lips worked them apart, and the tip of my tongue escaped.
He pulled away much too quickly in my opinion. My eyes popped open when his lips left mine, and I saw him grin mischievously.
He smiled wider.
"Good night, Jenny," he said, and stood up. How he did that, I may never know, because I'm almost positive that I was at least partially on top of him.
I admit I was incapable of speech. Kevin's smile kept on getting bigger as if he was fully aware of the joyful shouts inside my brain. He didn't say anything though, only walked out of my apartment. As soon as I heard the door close, I melted back onto the couch to contemplate the meaning of love.
Love.
There it is, the story of pure fluff. One of the reasons I kept on procrastinating posting this story was that I kept on writing my name in instead of Jenny's. I'm a touch obsessed.
Like it, love it, hate it? Agree with me that fluff stories are not my thing? Tell me!