I probably don't even own this plot as this has been used featuring a number of characters from a number of different stories. But a little sexual tension, I thought, would be perfect! And I might make a smutty smutty version of this. Who knows. Heh.
Warning; this is probably full on T rating, though there are no real mention of anything. And I don't own nothin'.
04. You Make Me Wanna
Jay did not have a pleasant night sleep. He woke up one Saturday to a flushed body and a racing mind. He was quite positive he was going to need a severely cold shower later in the morning and we're talking seriously cold, turn-your-lips-blue-and-your-skin-freezes type of cold. Archie had always recommended this type of shower after having particularly.. well, R-rated dreams during the night, which apparently was a common thing to Archie. Jay certainly did not even want to divulge into why Archie needed bone-chillingly cold showers, but Jay required one because of much moaning and much clothes being ripped off and much privacy in the Brownstone. Argh.
Why do we always think with our alternative heads, Jay thought as he tugged his t-shirt over his head while he exited his room out into the hallway. Just as he cleared the doorway, something bumped into him from behind and he heard a faint, "Oh!"
Twisting, Jay managed to catch a glimpse of fiery auburn hair as Theresa went down, but with surprisingly quick reflexes he swung an arm around and caught her in the lower back, pulling her upright into a somewhat standing position and also causing the petite young woman to fall forward into his chest.
Jay caught his balance easily, and then blinked down at the dazed yet dazzling face that was turned upwards towards him. He effortlessly saw how much skin, not to mention cleavage, he found himself presented with and felt suddenly warm in the face.
"Sorry, I wasn't exactly paying attention," Theresa said breathlessly, realizing now that when Jay had grabbed her, her hands had automatically grasped onto his strong upper arms. Jay's one arm was still around her back, but with a clear of the throat Jay let go.
For the billionth time in his life, Jay bashfully messed up his hair in Theresa's presence. He averted his eyes from her exposing nightgown and shrugged. "Don't worry about it, no harm done. Wanna.. um, go get some food?"
"Always," came the bright response, the awkward moment between them temporarily gone.
They ventured together down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Neil and Atlanta perched at the island, one with a bowl of childishly-advertised cereal and one with a perfectly toasted bagel with cream cheese. Both looked up when Jay and Theresa entered, and greeted them a good morning.
"Where's the rest of you hooligans?" Jay asked, finding himself a bowl and moving towards Atlanta's cereal box. Neil delicately chewed at his bagel and then motioned towards the doorway leading into the living room of the Brownstone.
"Archie and Herry watched horror movies all night and are still going at it, and there is an odd blue haze from under Odie's door." Neil rolled his eyes dramatically. "Does beauty sleep mean nothing to these people?"
Jay chomped slowly at his cereal and glanced over at Neil. "Horror movies all night, huh?" He picked up his bowl before sauntering across the kitchen floor and through the doorway into the living area of the apartment complex.
Both descendents were sound asleep, sprawled across the two couches. It looked as if both had either simply fallen over due to exhaustion or had been clubbed ridiculously hard over the head. The TV was still running, featuring the ending credits of one of the cheesy movies they had been watching. Or had even managed to sleep through.
"They're out cold," Jay laughed, walking back into kitchen and conveniently not noticing how they were missing a body. He shoved the remaining cereal into his mouth and went to the sink. "I'm going to have a shower. We've got training later today, don't forget."
Both groaned loudly, saying various things of disapproval as Jay left the room. Neil was silent for a moment afterwards, before he seemed to remember something and went to get up, but Atlanta caught him by the elbow. "Don't," She muttered, smirking.
The blonde gave her a startled look. "Shouldn't we tell Jay that Theresa went up to have a.." He trailed off when Atlanta smirked at him again; Neil's eyebrows shot up.
Meanwhile, Jay was trudging down the hallway towards the bathroom that three of the descendents happened to share between them. He rubbed his hands over his face with irritation; if Theresa kept wearing those damn nightgowns he was probably going to have to move out. A young male could only handle so much female skin, and Jay was sure that he was either going to melt down into a puddle of incoherent mumbling goo, or end up scooping Theresa into his arms and taking her away to do naughty things.
"The gods have condemned me," Jay cursed to himself, as he came to the bathroom door. Without a second of delay, Jay twisted the door knob and shoved the door open.
It happened in such a blur; he was met with the sight of a bare back, red hair tumbling like waves across the exposed shoulders. Theresa hadn't realized at first, but finally grasping what had happened, she twirled slightly to grab a towel, at the same time shrieking inarticulately at Jay to get the hell out and close the goddamn door. As she moved, Jay was met with another sight that caused his eyes to widen to roughly the size of dinner plates.
"I'm sorry! Oh god, I'm.." He become conscious of the fact he was standing there looking like a completely buffoon, and slammed his eyes shut, backing out of the bathroom. "Sorry!" Jay banged the door closed, Theresa's swearing becoming muffled. He released the door knob and thumped his forehead with the heel of his hand.
This was not turning out to be a very good day, not a good day AT ALL.
Except it kind of was.
