A/N: This was a request for Keke who wanted, "Evie getting annoyed at Jay for being smooth with the ladies".
I hope this tickles your fancy!
"You know one of these days you'll just stop." Evie slammed her bag down on the bed, making Jay jump.
"Stop what?" He frowned at her, looking genuinely confused.
"Ughh!" She snarled, stripping off her coat and hanging it on the door. "You don't know do you!?" She was getting close to the yelling stage and Jay was desperate to bring it down a notch or two – yelling Evie was scary Evie. There was nothing he liked less than making his girl mad.
He stepped over to her but she was glaring daggers at him and the muscly tourney player took a few hesitant steps backwards.
"Stop using your make up wipes to get rid of the Fighting Knights paint?" He hazarded a guess but her stony silence did not break. "Stop using your face cream for my evening ritual?"
"That's you!?" She suddenly shrieks and now Jay is hiding on the other side of the dorm room. "I've been blaming Mal for months!" She hisses.
"Well that might be me, it's a nice cream – I'll buy you more! With shoes from Cindy's?" He tries to soften her up but nothing is reducing the anger in his blue haired girl's eyes. "Okay, if it's not the cream and it's not the make-up wipes, is it me borrowing your notes to study?" He tries hopefully, only now Evie has grabbed her handbag again and is swinging it like a weapon from hand to hand. He gulps.
"I'll give you a clue…" She seethes and steps forward, backing the boy into the corner. "It's your attitude to women."
"But I'm good to the girls here?" He frowns as she continues to advance.
"I know. But who exactly is your girlfriend?"
"You are?" He is slow on the uptake, and it might be his downfall as Evie continues to simmer quietly. "I don't get it, I'm nice to girls…"
"So nice in fact there's a betting pool running on who is going to be your next girlfriend…"
"There's a what…" Jay stares at her dumbfounded.
"A betting pool." She spits out. "Because you have such a way with women that they are betting on who you will sleep with." Suddenly, Jay sees the vulnerability in his princess and ignoring the heavy handbag he pulls her into his arms. She resists for a minute until his grip tightens and then he doesn't let go. Even when she drops the handbag on his foot, he bites back the yowl of pain and presses a kiss to the crown of her head.
"Oh V." He hums and she snuffles into his chest.
"If you weren't so damn charming, my life as your girlfriend would be infinitely better." She mumbles and Jay has to laugh.
"If I wasn't so charming, would you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes, you're my thief with a heart of gold." She says without hesitation and Jay feels himself melt for the women he clasps close to him.
"You're the princess of my heart." He says simply and tilts her chin up so he can kiss her gently on the lips.
"That's the right answer." She grins up at him.
