Summary: College fic. Jasper, Charlotte, and Henry are in college. Henry no longer works at Ray's, instead he and Jasper both work at the local bar near their campus.


She walked into the bar, wearing a form-fitting dress of glittery black sequin and lace. Her normally wildly curly dark hair was pinned tightly along her her scalp to the point of her crown where it all came spilling out into many carefully placed ringlets that must have taken hours to do.

If he had been any other man he would have been entranced by the perfect way her dress fit her body or by how her pretty dark brown skin glowed even in the dim bar lights or by the way her pretty, full lips were pursed into a perfect little pout bringing attention to the wickedly dark shade of burgundy she'd painted her lips with. As it was, Henry was instead mesmerized by the dark, clever, glinting eyes and the long, dark lashes they peered under from as she looked up at him.

"Hello, princess," he said warmly with a charming smirk. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in this dump?"

His dark-haired goddess let out an unladylike snort, a mixture between a scoff and a snort, and settled more comfortably on the stool, hooking her heels on it's bottom rung. She placed her handbag on the table and began pulling pins free from her hair. "Do you use that tired, old line on all the women you plan on taking home or is it just me?"

Henry raised an eyebrow at her blunt retort but merely shrugged. He watched pin after pin hit the counter with a soft 'tink'. Her tresses fell one after another and another until she'd loosened most of them. The curls cascaded over her bare and delicate shoulders, teasing him and his fingers twitched with the urge to brush them back so that he could see the dainty set of her shoulders. "That's a valid question," he said. "And if you answer mine, I'll answer yours."

She paused in the midst of unpinning what may have been the last one and looked at him. He didn't even need to look up to watch her undressing him with her eyes because he could practically feel it. He could practically imagine her slowly unbuttoning his vest with her slim, nimble fingers, then she'd reach for his shirt... he'd gotten around to envisioning her reaching his dress pants when she spoke up.

"I was stood up."

She smirked as she spoke and Henry had never felt like a piece of meat than when she eyed him up and down.

"I came here looking for some… company."

He decided that he didn't mind the feeling.

"Company," he echoed going back to wiping the bar table.

"Company," she said again. She was looking at him, openly admiring the form-fitting uniform that showed off his well-formed physique (Henry wasn't one to brag, but his… side job as a hero had him looking positively fit) that his employers required him to wear. Finally finished letting down her captivating wild curls, she reached over and tilted his name tag upward in order to better look at it and purred coyly, "So, Henry, what's your answer?"

He smirked at her flirtatious tone of voice and leaned down towards her, eyes glinting playfully.

"Yes… to the first."

Something flashed in those dark eyes of hers and she huffed disgustedly, moving her hand back. Henry let out a laugh before capturing her hand before she'd withdrawn it completely and began to kiss each one of her fingers gently.

"Of course, you are the only one I ever plan on taking home…"

"Moron," she sighed exasperatedly but Henry caught the way she bit her lip softly as she gazed down at his mouth.

Henry shrugged and turned her hand over so that he could kiss the pulsepoint on her wrist. "I switched shifts with Jasper this morning because of," he looked around carefully. "Danger things." He looked at her truly apologetic. "I really didn't expect work to run this late, I was hoping to get off earlier."

"Hmmm." Her shoulders relaxed with another kiss and a murmured noise of affection.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"I know," the pretty dark-skinned young woman sniffed haughtily and he snorted, amused.

"I'll make it up to you."

Charlotte smirked devilishly at him and his breath caught. "Oh, that, I know." He managed to match her smirk with his own despite his shortness of breath (he always became breathless when she looked at him like that). "For the rest of your birthday." He wiped the table again and added, "All night. And then one more for each hour that I missed with you today."

She visibly preened, much to his amusement before leaning over the bar to pull him into a heated, languid kiss. His dark-haired goddess kept him there for a good couple minutes, massaging his lips and tongue with her own in deceptively innocent looking nips and tastes that made the few remaining bar's patrons stare until he was breathless and hard behind the shelter of the bar. She pulled away slowly, her pretty dark brown eyes not breaking contact with his amber-brown ones as her fingers gently danced over his cheek before nudging a short curl of his blond hair away from his brow.

"I know," she said with wink. "I'll be waiting."

Henry watched her gather her pins into her purse before she turned on the stool and slid back on to her stiletto covered feet with an elegant sort of grace. He watched, unblinkingly, as his girlfriend walked away, her hips swaying alluringly in a way she knew he adored.

"I know." He smirked and wiped down the counter again, this time more vigorously as he waited for his… situation to settle down.

Only one hour left of my shift.


Summary continued: Henry accidently misses his dinner-date with Charlotte (it's also her birthday dinner) and she comes looking for him. They're a flirty pair, aren't they?

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