A/N: I don't own Instant Star. Or Converse, or Dodge (Dodge Viper), which I forgot to mention last chapter. However, I do own New York. Hah.
Thanks for the reviews .
Saderia: Jude is 17, and this fic is supposed to take place after Jude's Mustang gets pimped Darius-edition, in "Date With the Night" (2nd season, last episode), but for the sake of the story, let's assume they've never kissed, and Jude's album release party went as planned, with no date, just platonic fun between Jude and Tommy (if that's possible). Hope that cleared it up.
I'm making this up as I go with only a rough idea of what will happen, so if anyone has any fun ideas let me know ;D.
By the way, I hate this chapter, but give it a chance; the next one will make up for it (which is going up with this one because I feel badly about how awful this one turned out).
Tommy's breath caught: she looked so perfect, her lips just pleading for attention. Tommy definitely wanted it to be attention from his lips. The only thing that saved Jude from a severe ravaging, compliments of "Lil' Tommy Q", was the awkward position Jude ended up in. Her face was a bit tilted up, but unless Tommy had a neck worthy of Elastigirl, he couldn't reach her. Thank God, he thought, trying to ignore the disappointment settling painfully like a blanket around the bottom of his skull.
Suddenly, Jude violently sat up, knocking her head on Tommy's chin. He swore as he bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
"Sor-" Jude ran towards the edge of the deck, barely making it in time to avoid spewing ice cream and whatever she'd had for breakfast all over Tommy and the elderly woman next to them. Tommy rushed to her side and pulled her hair back, feeling a mix of disgust and curiosity. Apparently the tough-as-nails Jude Harrison had a weakness, a weak stomach.
Well, Tommy's desire to kiss her had gone down considerably in the last thirty seconds, to say the least. Tommy Quincy stayed far away from gross things as a general rule.
Jude seemed to be finished, and she slumped against Tommy. As sickened as he was, he still managed to get a little hard feeling her perfect ass on his leg. Nice Tom, he grimaced.
"Sorry." Jude turned and wiped her mouth with a napkin Tommy handed her, looking sheepish. Tommy almost passed out from the lovely smell emanating from her mouth.
"Uh… Jude? Do you want a bottle of water or something? Maybe some Dramamine? Gum?" Tommy asked, trying to hold his breath. Her breath was enough to make him seasick, that was certain.
"Sweetie, I've got a shock bracelet for any type of motion sickness with me if you'd like to try it," the grey-haired woman behind them crowed. (A/N: these things are hilarious, some lady on a train had one on and let me try it. DAMN.) Tommy tried to contain a laugh, imagining Jude wearing a shock bracelet.
"Errr…" Jude was trying to find a polite way to decline, at the same time Tommy was accepting.
"Thank you so much, she might need the extra help."
"What?" Jude hissed, her face priceless.
"I'm sure as hell not dealing with any more repeat episodes of that," Tommy hissed right back at her, gesturing over the railing before handing her the watch-looking thing. Tommy had lied: he wouldn't mind using her motion sickness as a reason to run his fingers through her amazingly soft hair and across her back, but he would also pay to watch her squirm.
Jude wasted no time slapping the band on Tommy's wrist and cranking it up to the highest setting.
"I find anything past half way a bit painful personally," the elderly woman said mildly, while she and Jude watched Tommy twitch.
"Jude, take it off," he breathed between shocks, and even though he had quite a few volts of electricity running through him, his body still reacted accordingly. Any other circumstance, and that sentence would be incredibly hot. Tommy shook all dirty thoughts out of his head- and pants- while Jude unstrapped the damn thing from his wrist and handed it back to the woman.
"Thank you, I think we're both feeling much better," Jude smirked. Tommy collapsed into a seat, feeling a bit stunned.
"You alright, Tom?" Jude asked sweetly. Tommy grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her down next to him.
"You're paying for that later Harrison, but first, let's get you some gum."
Ten minutes later, walking back to their seats from the little canteen on board, Tommy grinned, figuring it was time to get Jude back. He suddenly whirled on his heels and hoisted Jude bridal-style into his arms.
"Revenge time, baby," he grinned, holding her over the rail of the water, while she shrieked and clung to him.
"Tommy Q, if I go down you come with me!" Her hair was windswept and her eyes were full of laughter.
In the next second, there was an incredible spark. More like fireworks. Hell, a forest fire. They both stopped laughing and their eyes locked. Tommy and Jude leaned towards each other slowly, the proximity and sudden tension serving as an aphrodisiac. A breath away from Jude's mouth, the hollering of a fog-horn announced their arrival to Rochester.
The almost- moments with Jude were most certainly going to be the death of him.