Author's Note: This chapter is short one. The next one will likely be longer.
He was in the drama room building sets again when she began to saunter past. Her curly red hair was a mess and she was smiling. Her grinned back, giving him a wink as she disappeared into the old costume closet. The hammer went back in his tool belt as he glanced around to see who was watching before slipped in behind her, spinning her around with a quick grab to her wrist. He pinned her against the door which shut and locked from the inside with a click. His lips were on her in an instant, savouring his pink lips and her arms moved to his shoulder shaking him-
He was being shook awake and his bleary eyes opened after a moment, widening slightly as he saw the same eyes that had just been looking at him so seductively looking at him with concern. He flushed as he tried to remember his surroundings, shaded by the hint of growing day light. A gaze down revealed a bulge and he quickly pulled the comforter over his bottom half to try and cover that up.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly beside him. None the wiser. "You were moaning in your sleep Were you having a nightmare?"
He would have laughed if he wasn't dying a little on the inside. He was trying to push that dream out of his head now. The way she was looking at him wasn't helping and he was honestly not sure how to deal with any of it. This was not a situation he'd ever quite been in before and he was really quite speechless for the first time in his life. He suddenly wished he had Eli's ability to come up with stories. His imagination really wasn't that good on the spur of the moment.
"I'm fine - fine. It was just uh, yeah - definitely not a nightmare," he said with an embarrassed grin, a blush spreading over his features as realization of what he was trying to say dawned on her face and a blush spread across her face too.
"Um, I can leave you - uh, you know, " she said getting up and backing out of the room, tripping over her own feet as she headed toward the door. Her nervous laughter mixed with his. "I'll start breakfast started."
When he was left alone in the room he covered his face with his hand and groaned.
Hannah stood in front of the stove, trying to distract herself from the weird feeling she had at the moment. Jake Martin had woken up in her bed with a boner which in itself wasn't the end of the world but when she thought about him having a dream about Clare Edwards in his bed it turned her stomach. There wasn't any other logical person unless maybe it was a celebrity or something. She supported him in wherever he wanted his love life to go because that was what friends were supposed to do but … she didn't really know if she wanted to be that close and personal with the knowledge. There was also something else that she wasn't even sure what it was. An underlying irritation over it. She closed her eyes focusing on the task at hand.
"I'm sorry," she heard a voice say as he approached the doorway. The low tone sort of scared her at first. She'd been so deep in her thoughts that she almost forgot that he was even there. She jumped slightly, turning with the spatula in hand like she might stab him but then regained herself. "- No need to kill me with that thing."
"Sorry I was just deep in thought," she admitted. "Don't make me use this thing on you though. If you ever have a sex dream about someone else in my bed again, I swear I'm going to -"
He was laughing so hard he cut her her off. She just stood there waving the spatula at him trying to figure out why he was laughing about this. She was serious. She was dead serious. He was not going to have sex dreams about Clare in her bed again or she was going to hurt him. She really needed to wash her sheets now. She was disgusted at the thought.
"You're selling yourself a bit short," he said shaking his head. "I swear I'm not trying to come onto you but I'm male, you were laying in a bed with me and you're definitely attractive so - yeah, things just happened. It wasn't like I intentionally went to bed planning for you to seduce me while I was sleeping, you succubus."
Hannah was about to say something forgiving when she heard him call her a succubus and for that she whacked him in the chest with the spatula. "I'll have you know there are plenty of guys at Degrassi whose world I've probably rocked in their dreams and they wouldn't be calling me names," she told him whacking him again. "Keep it up and you won't get any of this food."
He grabbed at her wrist to stop the whacking and it silenced her. The laughter silenced and they gazed at each other, her eyes peering into his in amusement and then both of their faces went blank as they began to move closer and closer - she could feel his warm, minty breath against her face. Her eyes flickered close, lashes blushing against his cheek as he moved to close in the gap -
The fire alarm went off and she jumped away, noticing the smell of burning bacon. She cursed out loud as she pulled the pan off the stove and put it in the sink - racing to cut off the alarm before the fire department could get out. Just like that the moment died and they went about settling for the toast and eggs she'd already made like nothing had almost happened. She couldn't stop stealing glances at him wondering if she'd just imagined the whole thing. Sometimes, she was pretty sure he was looking too. Now just wasn't a good time.