Chapter 12 "I Want You to Want Me" (Next day)
"I'll shine up my old brown shoes
I'll put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
if you say that you love me."
Cheap Trick, "I Want You to Want Me"
Janine
When the sunshine came streaming into my bedroom the next morning, I awoke very happily with the dream that Egon had finally kissed me. I rolled over in my bed and hugged my pillow, then opened my eyes widely.
"Egon did kiss me. We kissed last night, "I recalled in a whisper, grinning ear to ear with a giggle.
Shutting my eyes, I recalled him standing very close to me with his large warm hands on my waist and his coffee-brown eyes peering down into the mine. The vivacity between us was extraordinarily robust before we kissed, but when his lips finally touched mine, it only surged.
Our kiss was full of magic, and the feeling spread through my body as we kissed. His lips were supple and dewy and felt like they belonged against mine. It was like when Tony and Maria kissed for the first time in one of my favorite plays West Side Story, and that we were meant to kiss each other. Every minute of frustration and every hurt feeling with Egon in the past six months had to occur in order for our first kiss(es) last night, and I had no regrets. The way he kissed me was diverse from anyone else whom I had kissed in the past.
"Oh my God!" I screamed into my pillow, trying not to wake up my roommate as it was only eight in the morning.
Although my head hurt from drinking because I was not used to it, the overall happiness and euphoria that I felt outweighed any uncomfortableness.
When I entered my place of employment, I was still jubilant but wanted to keep it on the down-low because I didn't know how Egon would react today in person. Would he pretend it all didn't happen? Or tell me it was a mistake? How would I react if he said that? Obviously, I would be heartbroken, but how would it affect my working relationship with him?
Plus, the inevitable teasing from Peter was coming today too, and I dreaded it. He was the first person that I saw as he was in his office behind my desk, and as I expected that, he appeared to be a little green still from last night.
"Hey Juliet, where's Romeo?"
Rolling my eyes, I went to my desk and put up my purse. I printed out their schedule and handed it to him as he continued to harass me, and then asked him what if there was anything specific he needed me to do other than the items on the list.
"Well, Juliet, what's on the list," he asked.
After I read it, he mentioned a couple of things that needed to be done and then prioritize them for me.
"I guess this means that every time you go in the lab, the two of you are making out like last night," Peter joked," can't leave you two alone for real now. Is Iggy a good kisser, Brooklyn?"
After thirty minutes of incessant teasing, I finally lost my patience and yelled at Peter. Then I stormed upstairs to work on saving the Ghostbusters' individual files on disks because that wasn't completed yet.
My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed the steps, anxious to see my love. Oddly, there wasn't anyone in the landing or the lab. I felt my heart sink a little but went to work on saving the files.
"Another Ramones fan, alright," Ray exclaimed when he saw me and gave me a high five. He entered the lab, where I waited for a large number of Peter's files to save onto a disk. On a label for the disk, I wrote 'Dr. Venkman's dissertation files and research'."
"Oh yes," I replied excitedly, giving him five back, "I'm a huge fan. Last night's band wasn't too bad either. Have you seen them in person?"
"No, have you?" He inquired, looking slightly under the weather from last night.
"Yes, that's actually how I met my roommate," I answered.
We spoke about the subject for a while until Egon came into the lab dressed in his standard slacks and a dress shirt with a tie to question Stantz about a piece of malfunctioning equipment. His face was a little pale, and he appeared to have some dark circles under his pretty brown eyes.
I attempted not to stare but found it very difficult. However, Egon didn't seem to realize I was there, or he felt embarrassed. I wondered if his head hurt like mine did even though towards the end of the night, we both switched to drinking water because our need for alcohol dwindled away. However, our thirst for kissing each other didn't lessen at any time last night. Despite our friends playing pool right there by us, we were oblivious, and I grinned at the memory.
Egon and Ray went to sit on the sofa to talk, and they were six feet away from me as I sat in front of the IBM computer. Since it was going to take over an hour to finish, I went back downstairs to work on some paperwork quietly without a word from the two others, who were engaged in an engrossing conversation.
Coming back upstairs an hour later, I made sure I wasn't interrupting a private conversation between Egon and Ray before I walked in. It didn't appear that they were talking about something confidential, so I strolled in and sat on the stool in front of the computer again to check the progress. Since it was done, I took the disk out of the disk drive and placed the label on it carefully. Then I deleted the files that I just saved but noticed it barely made a difference in the amount of memory. I waited for a natural pause in their conversation before asking them,
"Excuse me, Ray and Egon, the files that I saved from Peter's dissertation files were not as big as I thought and made a small dent in the memory in the hard drive. Is there a way to prioritize some of the larger files?"
As a result, they stood from the sofa and walked over to where I sat in front of the computer; like a pair of bookends, they looked over my respective shoulders. My hands felt sweaty as Dr. Spengler hovered over me, and I could smell his aquatic smelling cologne. A blush spread over my face as I remembered how great it felt to have his arms around me and his lips on mine.
"Would you like me to move?"
"No," they answered at the same time, peaking over my shoulders.
"I think the second folder has my paranormal studies dissertation from 1975," Egon informed, " and the one below has data from experiments. Would you please put those on a floppy disk Janine? Also, would you be able to sort it by date and size, please? It might be faster."
I clicked a couple of buttons, and it resorted. Honestly, I enjoyed knowing something he didn't, I thought to myself. His voice lacked the softness and intimacy of last night, and that irked me.
"Janine, get a hold of yourself. You are working here. Your Prince Charming isn't going to sweep you into his arms and kiss you like last night,"
I reprimanded myself then imagined that Egon did those actions causing me to giggle.
"Is something funny," Ray inquired, perplexed, but I shook my head in response.
As the files resorted, there was a folder that said "Leslie " that I hesitated to open until they gave permission to me to open it, so I removed my right hand from the mouse.
"What's that," my big brother asked about the folder.
"Oh, Uhm, Leslie, my ex-girlfriend, took some pictures of her paintings," Egon replied uneasily, "I'm guessing anyway. I haven't opened these files in several years."
I stayed quiet, shocked by that piece of knowledge, while Ray clicked the mouse impatiently.
"It's going to take a while to load," I warned," the files are pretty large. Do you want me to save them?"
"Sure," Ray answered lightly. I felt extremely curious about the files in that folder.
Since it would take a couple of hours to load, I went back downstairs to complete some more paperwork. Though my mind was stuck on recalling the pleasant activities of last night at the bar, I wanted to see if there were pictures of this Leslie.
"What was Egon's type of woman?" I wondered internally for a few minutes at my desk. Another super smart genius? Someone devoted to her work? A scientist of some type? A professor?
Later, Ray brought me upstairs when they loaded, and I was curious to see what this woman looked like.
The first one was a picture of a beautiful painting of a garden.
"Wow," I said, amazed," that is gorgeous. It looks like a Seurat painting, kind of."
"Not one of your Impressionist artists," Egon responded, coyly, from behind me, and I could tell he was grinning by the way he spoke. I was happy that he recalled an earlier conversation we had like our own private joke, and I felt a bright smile spread across my lips.
"I always thought Seurat didn't get the recognition he deserved," I added, looking over my shoulder to see a faint upturn of Egon's lips as he glanced down at me. My body trembled slightly as he did so, and my face flushed.
"Are you an artist," Ray inquired of me as I quickly turned around, trying to stay focused.
"Nope. My mother went to art school before she met my Dad, and she took me to all the museums in the City when I was growing up. She's a Seurat fan," I remarked.
The second picture was a photo of Drs. Venkman, Spengler, and Bateman sitting on a bench outside a sign of Columbia. In the picture, Egon looked the same in his features, handsome as ever, perhaps a little younger in his face but looking uncomfortable with taking a photo. His thick dark hair was wavier and a little flatter. As usual, he was dressed to the uttermost- in a three-piece black suit, instead of a grayish one.
"Venkman, come here," Ray yelled at Peter in my ear.
"Ray, my head already hurts. You are making it worse," I complained, covering my ears from his loud voice.
"Sorry, little sis. How many did you drink last night," my little brother probed, giving me a wry smile? His eyes held a knowing gaze as I could tell he wanted to ask me about dancing with Egon.
"Two. The second one was mostly coke, thankfully, so I guess the first one was full of rum. I don't normally drink, "I complained, rubbing my temples.
"Well, you didn't take vodka shots like we did before we got there, at least. I knew I should have stopped at five," Ray admitted, regretfully, his face looking ashen.
"Five? I wouldn't have made it out of here at three," I replied, giggling, deciphering the image, but Egon stayed quiet.
"Dr. Venkman had a lot of hair then. What the hell happened, "I observed like a smart ass.
Eventually, he slunk in a while, looking haggard, and I noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and red. Peter appeared pretty hungover and in need of sleep.
" I don't care about the latest discovery in computers, if that's what you need, Ray," he said, sourly, "I'll leave that up to you three geeks."
"Look," Dr. Spengler commanded, pointing at the picture, and ignored his comment. His brown eyes were reviewing the pictures.
"Jesus, I have lost a lot of hair," he remarked a few moments later, touching his forehead," Spengs, you look the same. Who took these?"
"Leslie," he answered flatly as Ray went to the next picture.
"Oh. Is it flashback day," Peter asked, drily, still holding his head, trying to comb down his hair to cover his forehead. It failed, and I stifled my laugh when he gave me a dirty glance.
"No, I am trying to clear the hard drive so I can put those free applications on here, remember? I didn't finish yesterday," I replied, being nosy, " who are these people?"
"That's Egon, Leslie, me, Bernadette, the woman who broke my heart, and what's Bateman's ex-wife's name? The one who teaches at NYU. Shit, Bernadette? I haven't thought about her in years," Pete bemoaned, rubbing his forehead with his hands," I don't need to see pictures of her today."
"That's Dr. Bateman's ex-wife," I asked, pointing at a gorgeous woman with long brown hair and a pretty smile.
"Don't start, Melnitz. You and your roommate ran quite a scam last night. I lost $20 playing pool while you conveniently persuaded Egon, a man who doesn't drink or dance, to dance. Sounds like a scheme," he said teasingly as I felt my face turn bright red. Dr. V. glanced at his close friend with a knowing glance.
"Yep, it was all a scheme for you to lose money playing pool. By the way, Wendy said you lost $30, and she wanted me to tell you thanks again," I replied sarcastically. As a result, Ray laughed, and Egon smirked.
"Is this Bernadette lady the one who broke your heart," Ray inquired after a minute.
"Yes. I stopped giving my heart to women afterward," he replied dramatically, holding his heart, "Oh Bernadette, why? Oh, why?"
After we all gave Peter bemused glances, I studied the picture some more. The woman who was referred to as Leslie was a thin blonde with brown hippie-type clothing holding on to Dr. Spengler's arm. She looked content, but he still looked uncomfortable in the picture.
"Do you ever smile in pictures," I inquired of Egon, turning to gaze up at him? He met my eyes for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up just a bit.
"Not normally, "he replied, keeping his eyes on the computer, then responded to Peter's question," I don't remember Bateman's ex-wife's name, Venkman."
"We were about to go to a festival in Greenwich village, I think," Peter added, thinking really hard, "That was a bad year she cheated on me later on, and Bateman cheated with Leslie."
"Oh!" I thought.
Now it made more sense why Peter disliked Dr. Bateman- he stole Egon's girlfriend. As I looked at his picture and Leslie next to him, they definitely seemed like a strange match.
"See, now you know how mismatched you were," Venkman ribbed Egon, who looked ill at ease already and a little sick from last night.
Egon didn't respond and chose to ignore Peter.
"I would never have guessed you going out with a hippie," Ray admitted to him.
"She... was... Uhm..is.. an artist," Egon remarked awkwardly.
"An artist?" I thought to myself, feeling shocked by the information.
"Little known fact, Spengs, Bernadette finished her masters that year, went to Dartmouth for her Ph.D., married a law professor, and is back at Columbia," Peter informed his tall friend, changing the subject, and he slapped his friends back.
"Oh," Egon replied.
"If Bernadette heard I was kicked out of Columbia, I'm sure she would not have been surprised. I was nuts about her," Peter exclaimed, "what's this last picture?"
Ray revealed a picture of a painting.
"What the hell is that ?"
"Not sure. I haven't seen these pictures in several years," Dr. Spengler replied, his voice a little shaky showing his uncomfortableness, and then he went back to sitting on the sofa.
"Well, that was fun looking at old pictures of exes," Peter said, sarcastically in an overly exaggerated Brooklyn accent to irritate me.
"Stop it. You have the worst fake accent," I commented frustratedly, but he persisted in using it anyway.
"Shaddup Juliet," he replied.
"Is that really the last girl he dated? From five years ago," Ray whispered to Peter in disbelief.
"That I'm aware of, and I'm his closest friend. Why do you think —" Peter stopped, pointing to me.
"Do I need to leave for this conversation," I probed? Before they could answer, I stood up from the stool and moved away so they could talk privately, although I wanted to be nosy. I observed that Egon had started to write on his yellow notepad.
"Do you want me to save this on a disk? It would help out with the processing speed afterward," I asked him.
"No, delete the folder," Dr. Spengler stated without glancing upwards, still writing. I felt a little disappointed that he wouldn't make eye contact with me but shrugged it off.
"Wait, wait, I want those two pictures of us sitting out in front of the Columbia sign and Bernadette. I had hair. I'm sure we can crop out Tom or Leslie somehow," Peter remarked, agitated, and turned around to look at him. Furiously my heartthrob was scribbling something down, solving an equation, probably.
"I don't care either way."
Sitting back down on the stool, I paused before I did anything to the files, looking at Peter patiently. Ray had joined Egon back on the sofa.
"Keep the two with the sign," Peter told me, looking at the strawberry blonde Bernadette, "Damn you woman, for breaking my heart."
He then left the room in a huff.
"This is an interesting day already," Ray announced to me from the sofa, "Peter's hung up on an ex, which I've never seen before, and Egon dated an artist? That doesn't even include you dancing with Spengler last night."
Nodding a bit chagrined, I saved the pictures onto the disk and deleted the other two. Then I checked the hard drive and happily observed that space was finally freed up, which would cause the processor to run more efficiently as Ray and Egon chatted. I would be able to put the programs that they wanted me to install now.
"I wonder if he regrets his actions with me," I pondered to myself, feeling a little sad, "it did take him six months to kiss me, so maybe he's just processing it all."
Next, I ejected the disk from the drive and wrote "Dr. Spengler Paranormal studies dissertation 1975/pictures 1978" on the sticky tab before applying it. With my fingers, I smoothed the label down, causing it to stick to the floppy disk. Our phone rang, and I picked up the receiver to answer it.
"Yes, one moment, please," I responded, "Ray, would you tell Sarah is calling, please ?"
My big brother went in search of him as I put the phone on the coffee table while he left and put the disk in a white sleeve. Standing suddenly, o walked over to the sofa to hand it to my favorite theoretical physicist.
"Egon," I prodded him gently, "your disk?"
"Thanks, Janine," he replied, holding his hand out awaiting, and I placed it lightly in his outstretched hand. When our hands caressed the others, his beautiful brown eyes glanced up from his notepad and met mine with a little uncertainty. Egon put the disk on the end table next to him and reached for my empty hand, trembling a little. Without warning, he clasped my hand and began to stroke the top of it with his large thumb with a small lopsided grin on his handsome face. I simpered apprehensively, and his facial expression transformed from anxious to content in an instant.
"Oh, Egon," I whispered, warily, "I thought maybe..."
Unfortunately, Ray returned into the room, oblivious to the fact that we were in the middle of a private moment, so I couldn't finish my thought. Egon wore a questioning look on his face as Dr. Stantz walked back into the room heedlessly. Like teenagers caught making out by their parents, we quickly let go of the other's hand. As a result, I spun around to face Ray breathlessly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Just tell her he's not in the mood to talk to anyone," he said, shrugging and returning to the sofa. With an awkward grin, I nodded and relayed the message.
Egon
When I woke up the next morning, I could barely believe that I had acted in such an impulsive manner with Janine, nor could I believe that we danced together or that I kissed her. Although I was ecstatic with my actions, my head hurt badly from the alcohol, just another reminder that I didn't like to drink. However, my time with Janine last night was priceless, and at least, she hadn't gone out with that scumbag, Bateman. I finally spent some time with her outside of work and had the courage to kiss her. Last night was like awakening from a perfect dream that you never desired to wake from. Ever.
I knew I wanted to see her again socially and kiss her like I had last night. However, I didn't know where the whole thing was heading.
We had a great amount of chemistry, and that always intrigued me about her. There was so much that I liked about Janine, like the fact that she wasn't afraid to challenge Venkman or me when she thought something wasn't right or that she was incredibly warm and a good listener to the fact she also spoke her mind openly and unapologetically. Those were just a few things I liked about her as there were many more. Janine, on top of everything else, was an exquisite earth angel.
All three of us were drinking coffee with painful hangovers at the kitchen table earlier this morning. Peter had bought some donuts, and we were eating them, rarely talking. I was reading the front page of the paper.
"So," Peter inquired of me expectantly.
"Hmm?"
"That was quite a little performance you and Juliet displayed last night, Romeo. I would almost say you were happy if I didn't know you better," he insinuated, giving me a knowing glance.
"Yes, I was happy."
"Care to elaborate," Ray questioned, joining in. He had a smile on his face.
"About," I responded, knowing that would irritate Ray when I played dumb.
"You and Janine, Spengler," he stated, sighing heavily, irked.
"No."
I wanted to keep everything to myself until I figured out what I wanted to do with Janine. We obviously cared about each other, but what happened next?
"Come on, Iggy," Pete urged, "it's not like we didn't see the two of you dancing and making out all night."
"I am happy when I'm with her," I replied, not looking up from the paper.
"Was Brooklyn a good kisser? Everything you had hoped for?"
I closed the paper, put it on the table, and gave Peter a dirty look.
"You don't know when to stop," I accused him, frustrated, "excuse me, I'm going to work on the issues proton packs."
As a result, I threw myself into updating the proton packs. There was a problem with the particle throwers and their intensity. I purposely blocked Janine out of my mind so I could try to solve the problem at hand. It wasn't until lunchtime when I allowed myself to think about it again.
She came into work later that morning, and I felt nervous yet excited about seeing her. I wasn't sure why.
"You can't let Peter get to you," Ray stated as he entered the lab where I was working.
"Yes, I know. Since he's my closest friend, he knows how to push my buttons," I answered, not looking up, "I can't figure out what's wrong with this, Ray."
He took a look at it cautiously, and we started to examine the problem. When he brought up Janine, I didn't really elaborate with him either.
"Are you going to ask Janine out now," Ray asked me.
"I don't know."
Janine's voice came through the landing to the lab loudly and clearly. It was obvious that Peter was teasing her about last night with her screaming at him, and it brought out the cute accent in her voice. Looking at my watch, I didn't realize it was time for her to be at work yet and sighed loudly. I wanted to be done with this problem with the particle thrower and away from her before she made it upstairs.
"I'm going to load some free programs that I have," she replied to Venkman entering the lab, "Yes, Peter? I can still answer the phone."
"What an asshole," Janine mumbled under her breath before she saw us. I could feel her eyes on me, but I purposely hadn't looked up.
"Oh, sorry. Peter's driving me nuts already," she replied, looking embarrassed, " and I have been here for 30 minutes."
"He's under the weather," Ray laughed at her response, "we all are."
Wordlessly, Janine went to the computer and sat on the stool in front of it. I watched her turn it on and wait for it to load. When Janine was walking towards it, I quickly looked up to see her. My heart leaped a little at the sight of her, but I put my head down again to work. Quickly, my mind went back to kissing her last night and how much I wanted to do it again. I loved the way she felt in my arms.
"I can't figure it out right now," Ray stated exasperatedly and stood up from the lab table and stretched his arms a bit. Janine was staring at the computer, wearing a pretty red knee-length corduroy skirt and a black blouse, looking gorgeous. Blushing, I turned away before she noticed, and Ray sat back down to examine the proton chargers with me again. We analyzed the main components of the equipment but came up without any problems again.
"Let's try again in an hour. We have inspected the equipment three times already and can't find the problem," Ray suggested.
"It must be a very insignificant setting if we can't discover it on the central parts of the equipment, but it is a significantly negative result," I answered, resignedly, "I've looked for the issue all morning."
Stantz began to talk to her about the Ramones and sat on the sofa next to where the computer was located. Later, I joined Ray on the sofa after picking up my sketching pad and pencil from the table as I had a new idea about a device to make our jobs easier. Janine's back was to me as I sauntered over there, so I was able to admire her backside quietly. When the phone rang, she leaned over from her chair to twist her body to pick up the phone on the coffee table.
"Thank you for calling Ghostbusters. This is Janine. How may I help you?"
My angel's gentle voice broke the silence in the room, and then she hung up the phone after letting them know they had the wrong number. Janine gazed at me with a small grin, inquisitively, but didn't say anything. She looked a little weary from last night, too.
When she asked us to prioritize the files we wanted to save, I stood behind her but felt the heat between us, which filled me with the desire to touch and kiss her; however, I remained focused. Surprised, Janine tried to make eye contact when Leslie was mentioned, but there was absolutely nothing that she needed to know about her. Leslie didn't mean anything to me anymore.
A little later, our angelic secretary mentioned that it would take a while for the files to load the pictures and returned downstairs. That made me feel a little more relaxed because I felt on edge with her up there because I didn't really know what to do in this situation.
"What's the verdict, Spengler," Peter asked me, quietly, returning to the lab when Janine had journeyed back downstairs.
"Huh?" I was still sketching the device I had in my mind and ignoring my own thoughts.
"Jesus," he moaned, overly dramatic.
"There's nothing to say, Venkman. You are making an issue out of something that isn't one," I responded finally, glancing at his face.
"My ass, Egon. What is your plan? To pretend that you weren't having a good time with her last night?"
Exhaling loudly, I didn't answer but instead chose to ignore the provocation.
" I don't know why you won't let yourself be happy," he added, then Venkman left the room again.
"A fair question," I thought after he left.
When we looked at the old pictures earlier, it amazed me to see how different Leslie and I were. At the time, I knew that we had differences, but it felt surmountable. We were completely mismatched, and it showed. As I looked at Leslie's face in the picture, the old feeling of loss that I normally had when I examined the picture had vanished, and I attributed this to my newfound feelings for Janine. I saw that she looked completely astounded at my choice of a girlfriend, meanwhile.
When Janine handed me a disk with my files on it, her fingertips brushed mine, causing a shiver to run up my spine. Memories of kissing and touching her came back to the forefront of my mind even though I had attempted to stop them all day. We had a brief moment alone when Ray left to get Venkman, but she didn't have a chance to finish her statement. Janine left the room afterward, and I had a sad feeling, one of loss. The conflicting emotions were constantly perplexing to me.
"Janine wants you to talk to her," Ray informed me later as we prepared to go on our first bust of the day.
Silence.
"You should at least say hello to her," he admitted before we slid down the pole to go to Ecto One.
"I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I'd love you to love me, I'm begging you to beg me," Janine sang softly as I approached her desk, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw her and heard her lovely voice.
After inhaling and exhaling deeply, I said hello to her, smelling her enticing perfume as I did so, and it was quick yet awkward. Apparently, it was uneasy for both of us as the beautiful Janine gave me a subdued smile and repeated the greeting. When I looked at her from the car, I saw the look of disappointment on her face as she read one of her books for her college class. Our eyes met for a brief second before Ray drove away. Sighing, I looked outside the window, trying to figure out what to do about Janine.
Our cases were not particularly difficult ones, but with all of us dealing with hangovers, it was more challenging than it would be on a normal day. We managed to complete our work by four-thirty, and luckily, Janine usually worked for another hour or two. I had decided that I wanted to speak to her about spending time with her later.
"Janine, may I speak to you when you aren't busy, in my office," I asked her with a boyish smile, hopeful, after returning from downstairs.
"Of course, Dr. Spengler. I'm free now if you are available," Janine replied, smiling, grabbing a notepad and a pen.
I nodded, feeling anxious, and retreated into my office with her following behind me closely.
"Opened or closed," she asked, indicating the door after she entered my office.
"Closed, thank you," I answered, sitting in the chair behind my desk, my hands sweating.
Janine shut the door and sat in the chair in front of my desk, ready to take notes expectantly. I couldn't speak, however, but this frequently happened when I was around her. Patiently, she waited for me to begin with a tiny smile on her luscious red lips. I gestured to the sofa then sat on it with my hands. Taken aback, Janine followed me thereafter. I did, sitting close but not close enough for me to kiss her. She smiled at me encouragingly while her blue eyes often blinked at me. When I took the paper and pen out of her hands and placed it on my desk, Janine's cheeks turned pink, and she glanced downwards at her hands that were fidgeting in her lap. I reached over to lift her chin upwards so I could see her brilliant blue eyes and gave her a half-grin, embarrassedly. Our eyes locked in a gaze.
"What were you trying to say earlier before Ray came back in," I finally blurted out, removing my hand from her chin reluctantly and put it on my lap.
"Oh!" Janine answered, distractedly, after I had her expression transformed from happiness to sadness rapidly then spoke,
"I wanted to ask you if you were embarrassed about what happened last night...I want to apologize for my aggressive behavior towards you; I really wanted to help you have more fun..."
"Wait," I replied, in total disbelief, " why are you apologizing?"
"I pretty much threw myself at you, and know you don't like silly behavior like that," Janine responded softly, looking downward.
When she didn't look at me, I asked her to look up at me, and when she did, her eyes conveyed disappointment. I felt a pain in my chest.
"I don't think you are silly, Janine," I remarked softly, after a long pause, "I think there is a misunderstanding. I didn't ask you in here because I am cross with you."
"Oh?" She asked, wistfully, looking at me from underneath her eyelashes.
"This is why I asked you in here, Janine," I admitted softly, moving towards her to kiss her lips. All the feelings from last night rushed back to me when we kissed, and she moaned afterward. Without thinking, I put my hands on her waist to move her closer to me then gave her another passionate kiss, and Janine didn't hesitate in returning it. My hope was that she could feel my longing and passion for her, but my fears disappeared as I noted that she kissed me with the same intensity as last night.
"Oh, Egon," she murmured after our kiss, " I was worried that.."
Again, I interrupted her by kissing her, wanting to clear any doubt in her head. She leaned into my body as we kissed and placed her hands around my neck. Her lips felt like they were massaging me persistently but gently with love, and it felt tremendously blissful.
"I had a remarkable time with you last night, Janine, the best night I have had in a lengthy amount of time. As you saw, I am not much of a dancer, but with you, I had the most fun dancing in my life," I admitted bluntly.
"I had a fantastic time, too, Egon. I am glad that you enjoyed it," Janine remarked, with a small smile and her eyes glimmering, happily. She grabbed my hand from my lap and squeezed it while gazing curiously into my eyes to wait for my reaction. My eyes conveyed happiness as she maintained a grip on my hand.
"To be honest, I was dumbfounded when I discovered that this angelic woman who was dancing and that I hadn't been able to keep my eyes off of turned out to be you," I confessed, truthfully.
"How did I capture your attention," she inquired, with a raised eyebrow, curiously.
"You were blithely happy while dancing insouciant like an earth angel," I replied, swallowing nervously. It was the truth, but I felt silly saying it.
As a response, Janine moved her petite body closer to press it against my chest, causing thousands of endorphins to release when our bodies met each other. She placed a tantalizing kiss on my lips that I returned anxiously. I grinned down at her afterward as Janine felt the areas I skipped accidentally while shaving on my face with her hand, with care. As she did, I kept my arms around her waist.
"You missed some spots shaving," she noticed, with a grin, touching them with her thumb," "that's not like you."
"None of this is like me," I answered bashfully, and we gazed at each other for a moment until she pressed her lips against mine again. Sighing afterward, Janine squeezed my hand tightly and asked for the impetus for all of this new behavior.
"You, Janine. I have wanted to ask you out on a date for a while but couldn't get the courage to do so," I admitted, honestly, "and then the timing with the taxi three weeks ago when we almost kissed. It's been maddening."
The only way to describe her reaction would be to say it was 100 % jocund, then I pushed my lips against her sweet ones, unable to resist them any longer, and then we gave into a wave of temptation and made out for a long time. Afterward, I asked her, "Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
"I'd love to," she answered.
Grinning sanguinely, I couldn't believe my luck or in my boldness in requesting a date so quickly as we grinned at each other. Janine gave me a quick kiss on the lips as a response, and I blushed before inquiring,
"What do you think about Chinese take out on the roof? It is supposed to be a nice night to stargaze?"
Excitedly, Janine agreed and then stood up rapidly to answer the ringing phone,
"Thank you for calling, Ghostbusters. This is Janine. How may I help you?"
She wrote a phone number and a person's name down on the notepad that she brought into my office.
"I should get back to my desk. Technically I'm still at work," she commented reluctantly, "but I'd rather be here with you. Dr. V is already in a bad mood because he has a hangover. "
"That's too bad, but you are right," I remarked, touching her hand that was nearest to me, not being able to resist caressing her silky skin one last time, and she winked at me.
Nodding, Janine picked up her pen and pad of paper off of my desk and sauntered to the door.
"When do you want me to place the order? I will pick it up and retrieve it," I asked.
"I guess, six. Don't you want to know what you should order for me?"
"Three California rolls, wonton soup, and an egg roll," I rattled off with a half-grin, and she nodded.
After blowing me a kiss, Janine left my office and closed the door.
I, however, was caught up in my feelings and memories, so I laid back on the sofa felicitously and fell asleep.
"Iggy, " Peter woke me up as he abruptly entered my office then slammed the door to wake me up.
"Huh?" I replied, looking at the time, it was only 545 in the evening, but I still needed to take a shower. Unfortunately, I was still in my jumpsuit, and it stunk a little from our busts.
"What do you want to do for dinner? Rays talking about Indian food," he probed, sitting in a chair spinning around playfully.
"Nothing, I'm eating Chinese take out with Janine," I answered, waiting for his joke at my expense.
"Nice, where are you eating it here?"
"On the rooftop, it's supposed to be a nice night for stargazing," I replied, still feeling embarrassed.
"Are you going to put the moves on her, Spengs," Peter asked, enjoying watching me squirm.
"What does that mean," I asked, annoyedly, giving him a glare.
"You know, have, Uhm, sex with her," he stated, wide-eyed, " wait a second, who's the idea was this, hers?"
"No, Mine," I responded, ignoring the first question. Of course, I desired to go to bed with Janine and make love to her, but it was completely inappropriate at this time. We had barely kissed, and that took me how long to do? Seven months?
"You didn't answer the question? Iggy," he teased.
"I have to take a shower now, please excuse me," I said politely, avoiding the question.
Peter followed me upstairs, giving Janine a knowing glance at her, but she was on the phone with a customer, not paying attention.
"Have to clean up before you get down and dirty with Brooklyn, Spengler? Is that the plan?"
"Grow up, Peter," I remarked, going to my shared room with Ray, and he chuckled noisily as I gathered some clean clothes to change into after I showered.
"Well, Spenglers's out for once, Ray; he's got a date with a beautiful girl from Brooklyn he was dancing with last night at the bar. Must be a blue moon," Peter yelled loudly so Janine could hear as I gathered my clothes to change into after a shower.
"Dr. Venkman," Janine returned equally as loud, "don't you have something better to do?"
Peter and Ray laughed with Janine while I took a shower, and after my shower, they harassed me about details.
"How are you going to eat in the dark, Brainiac?"
I thought about it for a minute.
"It's not dark until 7:30," I replied.
"And what are you sitting on?"
"The concrete," I answered like it was obvious.
"Wrong! It's too hard to sit in for long periods of time. Take a couple of blankets and pillows," Peter suggested, laughing at my answer.
'Won't that make it look like I'm trying to sleep with her?"
"No, it would look like you put thought into keeping her comfortable. Besides, you can look at the stars better on your backs," Ray countered.
"Or you could do her missionary style," Peter said mischievously. They laughed at my embarrassment.
" I just want to spend some time with her, watching the stars," I stated, irritatedly, "that's it."
"Egon's going to put the moves on ya, Juliet," Peter joked, yelling downstairs, " watch out."
"Don't you ever have any work to complete?" she demanded from below, and we all laughed at her response.
"That will be the day," Ray stated loudly.
When it was six-thirty, Janine joined me on the rooftop, where I put the blankets on top of each other as a mattress. She smiled brightly at me as she sat next to me to where our rears touched, and I felt the magic from her nearness.
"Oh, it's nice outside," she commented, looking at the colorful sky, " I love watching the sunset when I can."
"Yes, I remember from last night," I replied, grinning at my lovely dinner companion, then watched the sky for a second, "this is a brilliant one. I like the swirling pinks and oranges among the fading clouds."
The tempting aroma from the brown paper bag holding our dinners overwhelmed us enough where we had to eat and stopped gaping at the magnificent sky. As a result, I handed her a styrofoam take-out container with her order, plastic silverware, and coke I brought her from downstairs.
"Thanks, I'm starved."
We ate and talked about our days as the sunset in the west, and it was a relaxing way to end the day.
"You look so very lovely," I admitted as we ate, giving her a timid grin.
"Thank you, Egon," she answered, fluttering her thick black eyelashes at me, then she squeezed my free hand with hers eagerly. Afterward, she enclosed it in mine, and I raised her hand to my mouth to brush it gently with my lips. Janine simpered, happily and we persisted in eating out meals.
"Supposed to be a nice night for stargazing," I admitted after we finished eating.
"Awesome!"
Janine placed our trash in the brown paper bag that it came from and then moved it to the side away from us. I had leaned back on my elbows, and she laid back on my chest lightly in front of me. When she did so, I felt tremendously content. After a while, I couldn't help but kiss the back of her long neck as it looked so tempting and tantalizing.
"Oh my," She responded, pleased," that gave me shivers up and down my spine."
Smiling, I did it again and again, then she giggled. I stopped for a while, satisfied for the time being, and put my chin on her shoulder. As we watched the sunset disappear into thin air, I put my arms around her slim waist and pulled her back into me a little more, and Janine groaned, satisfied, "Oh, Egon. I'm so glad that you asked me to dinner tonight."
Everything seemed perfect as we watched the stars emerge from their hiding places and presented themselves in the sky. The sexual energy between us felt so thick it could be cut by a knife as she laid into my chest, and I began kissing her neck and shoulders gingerly. Once in a while, I nibbled on her soft skin, and I noticed that her breath caught in her throat when I did so.
"Are you teasing me," she questioned after expressing a soft, throaty moan.
"Yes," I whispered in her ear, huskily, "what are you going to do about it?"
I continued to kiss her upper body as I moved my hand up towards her breasts but stopped right before touching them. Janine gasped in anticipation of my touch, and my dick had become hardened and lengthened with desire as I playfully kissed and touched her.
Suddenly, my enchantress flipped her body around to face me. With a deliciously seductive expression on her face, I watched her crawl on all fours until she sat down on my lap, and I gulped noticeably. Her eyes were full of desire, and she had a sly sneer on her lips. Janine's mouth was inches from mine, and within, she snogged me, and as I pulled her body closer to me. Next, I probed her mouth with my tongue, hungrily with an intense passion. We delighted in each other's action when we massaged each other's tongues friskily. Afterward, we caught our breath with smiles on our faces.
Janine wasn't done, though, as she placed her hands on my shoulders then pushed me on my back while giving me some incredible kisses. I wrapped my arms around her as our bodies pressed against each other and whispered after the kiss, "you feel so sublimely in my arms, Janine."
Her face lit up as she moved off of my body and rested her head on my chest as the stars were starting to shine in the sky. I kissed her head gently and rubbed her back as we gazed up at the stars.
"This is perfect," I murmured down to her.
"Mmm, mmmm."
"Except, I can't see your enchanting face," I added.
The gorgeous woman sat up for a second as I moved the pillow underneath my head and the other one next to mine. Next, I clasped her hand in mine and tugged it gently so she would join me lying down on her side. Slowly, Janine did, resting her head on the pillow next to mine with a provocative smile on her face. I noticed that she looked like a glowing angel on the dark-colored blankets, and she moved tantalizingly close to me, putting her left arm around my waist.
"You are so radiant, the stars pale in comparison, they are jealous of your beauty. You are an incandescent angel," I whispered, peering down at her, watching her felicitous reaction to my compliment.
"Oh, Egon. You are sweet," Janine groaned, running her hand through my thick hair, and it felt very stimulating as she did so.
Mesmerized, I used my free hand to touch her face with my fingertips, starting with her cheeks, down to her lips, chin, and her neck. She beamed happiness at me, and that was when I bent down to kiss her again. We kissed slowly but still enjoying the moment. Janine put her hands around my neck, and I did the same as our bodies touched each other. There was strong attraction emanating from our bodies that pulled us together like magnets.
"I think you are content, Egon. This is the second time I have seen it since I have known you. Am I right?"
"I'm enraptured at the moment," I whispered huskily, then asked her the same question.
"I am delighted," Janine replied, grinning at me, "now kiss me so I can be exhilarated."
That evening we gaped at the cloudless and clear sky from the blankets in between, kissing each other and lightly touching each other's arms, face and neck. It was a combination of steamy and idyllic at the same time- an unsurpassable follow-up to last night with dancing at the bar. My mind was saturated with all of the emotions that I felt for Janine- happiness, desire, admiration, and love, and my heart sang like an opera singer doing a solo, strong and steady. With her by my side, I felt like I could conquer the world, and most importantly, my fear of losing control.
Janine
Egon drove me home in Ecto One because it was after midnight when we left the roof. Furthermore, he didn't think it was safe enough for me to go on the subway. After he kissed me goodnight for the third or fourth time, I exited the car and blew him a kiss his way. Egon smiled at me and watched me walk into my apartment complex. He didn't see that a few tears had escaped my eyes because, in my heart, I felt so feverishly in love with him.
Dear diary,
Just when I thought I couldn't have a more blissful moment with Egon than last night, he pulls a huge bombshell on me.
At first, earlier in the day, it was awkward between us until we had a moment alone where we held hands. Egon had barely spoken to me and wasn't looking at me when I was in the room. Then Ray walked in, and we were holding hands.
To my amazement, later on, Egon kissed me in his office when I thought he was going to give me an excuse for his behavior. Instead, he asked me to have dinner with him on the rooftop and to stargaze.
At the end of my shift, I met him on the roof, where he had blankets sprawled out for us to sit on and pillows to lay on. The sunset was a mixture of pinks and oranges like a canvas in the sky above us. I thought maybe he would be nervous, but he proved me wrong.
Egon told me that he had fun dancing last night for the first time in his life. Also, he admitted that I had captivated him while dancing at the bar even before he realized it was me and that I danced beautifully. Is this the same man who said I acted silly almost six months ago?
We cuddled and kissed each other, keeping it not too intimate and above the shoulders. I realized at the time if he had tried the moves that Venkman teased me about earlier that I wouldn't have minded. When we kissed, I felt like I was on fire with all my nerves standing at attention, and it felt marvelous. I hugged his body tightly and felt so comfortable in his arms when he held me. There wasn't an abundance of stars in the sky twinkling down on us, but there were some. Egon's terrific kisses are heavily tattooed in my mind now as well as the way I feel around him.
After he dropped me off and kissed me goodnight, I started to cry out of happiness. I haven't felt this way before ever.
"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me."
cheap trick "I Want You to Want Me."