One-Shot: Forrest Gump Kiss
It was a pleasant night in Greenbow, Alabama. 1976. Forrest Gump and Jenny Curran were watching the telecast of America's Bicentennial.
"You done watching it?" asked Jenny, rising from her easy chair. The simpleton of a man beside her shook his head. "I'm going to bed." She kissed his temple, and was just fiddling with her nightgown on the way up the stairs when Forrest's voice pinged out from the foyer.
"Will you marry me?"
Jenny stopped dead on the banister and turned to face him, her expression almost sad. Forrest couldn't look her in the eye, couldn't bear her answe, even as he vouched for himself: "I'd make a nice husband, Jenn-ay."
"You would, Forrest," Jenny finally sighed out her concession. Silence.
"But you won't marry me," Forrest finished the thought.
Jenny shook her head. "You don't wanna marry me." She was a pathetic former drug addict. She didn't deserve someone so sweet and pure as Forrest as a husband.
"Why don't you love me, Jenn-ay?" Forrest almost whispered, whimpered. Jenny tried to find the words to explain, but couldn't. So Forrest chose an explanation of his own. "I'm not a smart man. But I know what love is!" And he headed out onto the front porch beyond the screen door, hands on his hips.
The rain poured heavily that night. Forrest lay awake, alone in his room. All at once, the storm door leading onto the patio balcony opened, and there stood Jenny in her nightgown, her gaze on him intense. In one fluid motion, she climbed into bed with him, as if she was a wife coming to bed with her husband. Then she continued the propulsion, until she was straddling Forrest.
"Jenn-ay..." Forrest whimpered nervously.
"Forrest, I do love you," Jenny confessed in a whisper. Then, she kissed his lips softly, just a chaste peck. As if she was unsure herself. All at once, Forrest rose up his body to meet her, to press his lips to hers in an even deeper kiss, which she returned. Forrest's arms slowly wound about her, eventually holding Jenny in a tight embrace. But as she kissed him back with tongue, she had no intention of moving anyway.
Except once, but only a shift to remove her nightgown, pull it over her head and cast it to the floor, before her bare back settled on top of Forrest again and she resumed kissing him. Forrest's hands now splayed across her bare back as Jenny wriggled above him, did her best to please him - she didn't even know if he'd been with anyone else, or if he had sweetly saved himself for her. The couple made love...
Forrest was still asleep as Jenny emerged in her hippie wear through the first-floor front door the next morning. The cab waited for her at the base of the Gump compound. The driver loaded her stuff inside.
"Hope you're not running away," he observed.
Jenny glanced back to the house only once."I'm not running," but she seemed to be telling herself that, as she left the buck-naked man still asleep upstairs.
But what she didn't realize as she drove out of Forrest's life yet again, is that this time, he had left a piece of him with her. Inside of her...