Disclaimer: Im not sure if I have to add another one but whatever. Not mine, never will be. That's it. Okay? Good.
AU: Thanks for the reviews, everybody. It means a lot to me, really. Anyway, as requested I'm gonna write the next chapter because, um, I have nothing better to do right now. And when the world is mine, I will spare your lives. Promise.
Kimiko shivered,
glaring at Jack as he dozed peacefully. That coat must be really,
really warm, she thought, sneering. Then she paused, staring at the
ceiling. He wouldn't notice if she just got a little bit closer,
would he? Kimiko scootched towards the sleeping boy, cautious. Then
slightly more. Then about a foot more. Another inch. Soon her arm was
pressed up against his back, which he didn't seem to notice. Kimiko
smiled, she was slightly warmer, but what if...
No way. Nope. Not
gonna happen. Never. Ew. Ick. Gross. She would never cuddle up to
Jack Spicer, even IF she were practically freezing to death beside
him. Hell no.
After a moment of thinking this through, she rolled
onto her other side, facing him, and wrapped an arm around his
torso.
"Um.. Kimiko...?"
She immediately withdrew her
arm with a high-pitched squeak, blushing furiously. So he wasn't
asleep. Okay, whatever.
Jack continued, "Was there a reason
for that or were you just ... cold?
Kimiko shivered again, hugging
herself. "J-just cold. Sorry..."
He stood, looking
slightly disappointed at her answer as he took off his trenchcoat,
handing it to her. "Take this, I'll be fine.'
She stared up
at him, amazed, "Are you sure?" When Jack nodded, smiling
gently, she took the jacket, sliding her thin, pale arms into
it.
When Jack lay down again, Kimiko replaced her arm around him.
"Thanks, Jack." She whispered.
Jack turned around, now
facing her, snaking an arm over her waist. "You need it more
than I do."
"Goodnight."
"'Night,
Kimiko."
(END CHAPTER TWO!)