So, I get a particular image in my head, and it eats at me until I write it. They aren't connected or very long. Sorry. Thanks for stickin' around! I love you all. Don't OWNNNN. Also, make sure if you'd like to see me write something in my ridiculous style, let me know.

Romance

After a heated battle, she'd won the pleasure of choosing the movie for tonight. She'd already put him through Pride and Prejudice, which he admitted he enjoyed. So, she was introducing him to another personal favorite, Anne of Green Gables. He probably wouldn't care for some aspects of the story, but it was a classic.

Jimmy sits next to her, presenting her with her bowl of popcorn saturated with butter. "I love it when you cave, Neutron."

"Don't get used to it," he retorts.

When the credits roll, she turns to him with a smile. "Did you like it?"

"It was okay. However, I found Gilbert Blythe irksome."

"You could take a note or two from him," she scoffs.

"How so?"

"He gives up the school because he cares about Anne! That's romantic."

"You like that sort of thing?"

"Romance? Yes! Because it's about understanding what someone needs and wants. Then doing something that proves that you care," she vehemently explains.

"Inventing things to impress you doesn't count?"

"You didn't acknowledge that until we were much older. Besides, you did it to boost your ego."

He taps his chin thoughtfully. "Okay then, throwing out my Betty Quinlan photos!"

"You wish! I practically had to force you to do that," she snaps.

"How about the trip to Venus?"

"Gilbert Blythe could do better."

"You should stop comparing me to a fictional character," he adds with a note of irritation.

"What can I say? He is dreamy," she teases as she runs her fingers over his palm.

"Dreamy?" He hisses.

"Are you jealous?" She moves closer to him, stopping just a breath from his lips.

"No!"

"Seems like it," she laughs.

Something hardens in his eyes, and he kisses her. He tastes like popcorn as he pulls her tight against him. Heat sparks in her stomach and burns through her blood. She rises onto her knees, pushing him against the back of the couch. He moans in her mouth, and she swallows it like a fine wine. His fingers skim the hollow of her throat. She feels herself unraveling, but she won't yield so easily. She pulls away with reluctance.

"I would say I'm doing okay in the romance department," he says with entirely too much satisfaction.

"That's sex, not romance."

"You certainly put a lot of meaning into the word," he argues with a huff.

"I admit that desire and lust are facets of romance. But it's also when you can't look away from someone in a crowded room. It's smiling when they touch you. It's easy and quiet as well as hot and heavy," she adds.

"I do that."

That catches her off guard. "What?"

"When you are in a room, I can't take my eyes off you. I'm surprised you haven't noticed by now."

"Oh," she says breathlessly, and it's all she can manage.

"Is that romantic enough for you?"

She flashes a voracious smile at him as she crawls onto his lap. "It's a start."

His eyes are dark as his fingers brush against the hem of her shirt. "Don't play with fire unless you want to get burned, Vortex."

"I don't fear fire."

When his mouth meets hers, Cindy can't help but relish the knowledge that she'd played him like a fiddle. When he nips her lower lip lightly, all thoughts of Gilbert Blythe vanish like smoke. There is only Jimmy. He's better than any fictional character because he's hers.

And frankly, she wouldn't trade their romance for all the world.

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