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you can tell the year this was written as Bobby and Jay watching 'Ice Age 2' which was quite funny at the time.
Chapter4
"That…thing is so funny…" Bobby hissed, snorting softly.
"That is not a thing…it's a squirrel." Jay whispered, folding her arms around herself.
"It can't be a squirrel, look at his teeth!"
"He has to have teeth, that way he could hang himself over a huge cliff and still use both hands to catch the nut."
"He's nuts."
"Why are you calling him that? It's not his fault that he developed such a fixation on nuts."
"So, you don't think he's nuts?" Bobby mused.
"No, well…maybe he has an obsessive-compulsive thingy with the nuts." Jay replied, grinning at him.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "That is the exact definition of being nuts, Jay."
"It can be treated with the right medicines." She arched her eyebrow.
"Where would you get any medicine…"
"Would you two be quiet please." An elderly lady asked with a half smile and Jay and Bobby flushed a little.
"Sorry…" Bobby mumbled and the lady turned to face the screen, missing that grin that passed between them.
Jay laughed when Scrat tried his luck with another crazy attempt at the nut and then reached out to her shopping bags, searching for her jacket. She straightened up and searched around her, hugging herself with her arms. "Bobby, have you seen my jacket?" She whispered.
"Maybe we left him at the store. What's wrong?"
"I'm freezing. Aren't you cold?"
Bobby gave her a surprised look. "I'm a guy, we're never cold, especially not when we stay in air-conditioned spaces."
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe I could ask someone to lower it…"
"Are you nuts? On a hot day like this?" He grinned, pulling her hand. "Come here, I'll keep you warm."
"How very manly of you." She purred, leaning closer as he wrapped his arm around her and moved his palm up and down her forearm, trying to keep her warm. "It's completely impossible that your hands are so warm while my fingers probably turned blue."
"I think all that ice is affecting on you." Bobby whispered, his breath tickling her ear as he moved a little closer to her and she snuggled even more, folding one leg beneath her and leaning her head against his.
They were quiet as the movie continued; Bobby's hand stroked her forearm, smiling when he noticed that her skin wasn't as cold as before. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he moved his hand to her hair, caressing with the tips of his fingers. She shivered and he halted his movements, his heart missing a beat when she froze beside him. He was about to utter an apology when she half turned and leaned closer, her fingers trailing down his arm, he held his breath at the tickling sensation, one that shot shivers of anticipation up his spine, his mind providing him with further stimulation as he closed his eyes.
Jay paused uncertainly and then continued the journey across his arm, smiling when he leaned further into the seat and closed his eyes, his fingers now trailing unrecognizable patterns on her own forearm. His touch was gentle and certain, as if his fingers knew the exact pressure that could make her shiver in anticipation for more, knew exactly how to bring her to an extreme awareness of his close proximity and the scent of his cologne. She averted her eyes from the movie, closing her eyes as he held her tighter, his knee now touching hers, the pressure welcomed.
They didn't notice that the movie was finished and were surprised when the lights turned on and a cleaning lady looked at them with surprise. Bobby blinked and slowly removed his arm from her, looking at her with concern. Jay smiled tightly, blinking against the white lights. "Did you see the ending?" Bobby tried to lighten the mood between them. "Did Scrat get his nut?"
She stared at him for a moment. "I don't think so…I didn't really watch…"
"Oh…okay."
"If you two love birds don't mind, there's another screening in a few minutes." The cleaning lady's voice broke them from the mutual gazing and Jay rose from her seat, Bobby following her and reaching out for her bags, offering to carry them for her.
"I'd better try and find my jacket…" She mumbled and Bobby nodded his head, following her quietly.
At the first time, he was convinced that his over active mind was playing tricks on him but after a few seconds, he heard it again, a low, throaty moan. He peered towards her, smiling at her closed eyes and the small smile that illuminated her face. He touched her hand. "You'd better eat that before it melts." They sat down on their blanket, the tree shadowing them from the hot sun.
"I'm savoring the taste." She replied, chuckling when he approached her.
"You have some ice cream on your…" Jack lowered his head, slowly kissing the corner of her lips, nibbling slightly at the sweet taste. Sue froze, her hand automatically moving to touch his exposed chest, sighing when his lips made contact with her skin. White, blinding pleasure rushed through her body, leaving her breathless and aching for more, opening wide eyes to look at him.
Jack blinked, his mind showing him pictures of Sue kissing stains of chocolate ice cream from his bare chest, he shook his head before caressing her cheek with his thumb and easing away from her, lacing his fingers with hers before finishing his ice cream. Sue squeezed his hand and he turned to face her, watching with some disappointment when she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "So what do you have in the basket?" She asked softly and he shrugged his shoulder.
"I wanted to grab some fruits but with all that heat nothing looked very good on the market."
"It's an empty picnic basket?" She chuckled at his insulted expression.
"No, I brought ice tea." He defended, rolling his eyes when she started laughing. "But I do have reservations for lunch."
"You do?" Her eyes softened.
"We have another hour or so." He smiled. "Hey, I did promise you a good time and that you wouldn't get too hot."
"Do we have time for one last dip in the pool?"
"Yep, and we can do the water slides if you want to."
"I thought you were afraid of heights." Sue creased her brow. "I'll go with you."
"You'll hold my hand?" He pouted at her, gazing at her with his puppy dog eyes.
Sue giggled. "Slides first, pool next." She decided, rising to her feet and reaching out for his hand. They chose the lowest water slide and slowly climbed the stairs. Jack paused and turned to face her.
"Do you mind walking in front of me?" He begged, peering at the rail and then focusing his eyes on her face again.
Sue stared at him for a while and then nodded her head and moved pass him, Jack reaching out for her hand as they continued up the stairs. She squeezed it and he squeezed in return, his eyes now unable to focus on anything else but her form climbing the stairs ahead of him. They arrived at the top and glanced at each other, allowing little children to pass them. "Do you want me to go with you?" Sue asked, smiling when he shook his head.
"No, I'll be fine, I'll catch you when you get to the bottom." He promised, smiling wickedly before setting himself on the water slide and pushing forward. Sue watched him disappear from her sight and waited for a few seconds before hurrying after him. The slide was a relatively slow one but contained too many turns for her liking, she was more then relived when the ride was over and she felt his arms closing around her, pulling her away from the slides towards the edge of the pool.
Okay, you? He signed in her hand, raising his hand to caress her hair.
"A little dizzy." She opened her eyes a little and then closed them again. "Mother never let me go on one of these before, said it might hurt my ears."
Sorry. Me not know. He pulled her closer, moving one hand to her lower back and pressing her closer, her body fitting his perfectly.
"It's alright, it was fun and I feel better already." She smiled when he tightened his hold and lowered them a little into the water, the slow waves caressing her body, his fingers massaging her shoulders. She opened her eyes to look at him, smiling at the relived expression on his face. "Should we get ready? That ride kinda made me hungry."
He smiled, kissing her cheek. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Come on, let's get our stuff."
"Jack." she stopped him, her hand touching the cheek, his kiss burning her skin.
He smiled when a little boy squealed as he went out of the water and pulled her closer to him. "We'll talk later, at the restaurant." He promised softly and she nodded her head, placing a kiss on his cheek before leaving the sanctuary of his arms and heading outside, leaving him alone grinning to himself.
"Thank you for helping me with the jacket." Jay mumbled, leaning against the rail and gazing at him.
"I'm sorry I ruined the movie." Bobby answered softly. "You didn't get to see if Scrat managed to keep his nut."
"I'm sure he didn't." Jay chuckled. "I'm sure they'll want to make a number three someday. And you didn't ruin the movie, I had fun."
Bobby seemed surprised, his eyes scanning her as an idea surfaced in his mind. "You had fun." He stated, smiling when she nodded her head. "So, how about we spend the day together?"
She raised her eyebrow. "You want me to be your rebound?" She joked, turning serious when he stammered.
Bobby chocked. "Well…I didn't mean it to…I meant…but I guess…" His shoulders slumped. "It's probably a bad idea, I'm sure you have better things to do then listening to me whining about Darcy all day long."
Jay pondered his words for a few moments before shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I suppose you can be my rebound as well, after all I've been pretty much dumped by the hottest man alive this morning…" Bobby chuckled when she pointed her finger at him. "But that doesn't mean I'll go to bed with you."
"But you'll consider it?" He couldn't help from quipping, chuckling when she swatted his arm. "Okay, no expectations, no strings attached…"
"No hidden catch…just free love…" She started humming and Bobby laughed. "And I can walk away whenever I want."
Bobby nodded his head. "The same goes for me."
"Why would you want to walk away from me?" She made a show of flipping her hair with her hand and batted her eyelashes at him.
Bobby leaned at the rail beside her and bumped his shoulder with hers. "I don't know, maybe you'd turn up to be a men eater."
Jay chuckled. "Alright, so what are we going to do now?"
"I get to choose?" Bobby was impressed and smiled when she nodded her head.
"Well, I did pick the movie."
"Alright, let's go dancing." He reached for her hand and pulled her after him.
"Wait a minute…dancing?" Jay hurried to catch up with him. "I can't do dancing, I have two left feet."
He lowered his eyes. "They look normal to me." He grinned.
Jay rolled her eyes. "Are you sure? I might be a hazard for people around me."
"I can teach you, it might be fun. Darcy taught me but when we danced she never let me lead her." He chuckled. "I'll teach you freestyle, it's the basic no salsa or one of those other complicated dances."
He grinned and she couldn't ignore the power of his dimples. "Oh, alright, but I'm not very good at it…"
"Now against popular belief…" Their instructor grinned, pulling the woman he was dancing with into his arms. "Those hands you are holding do belong to a human body and you can't just pull at them and yank them around…" He made a show of pulling the woman in his arms into different directions and Jay chuckled, her hand still in Bobby's. "And you girls have to remember to let your man lead you. You may control any other aspects of our lives but on the dancing floor you have to let us lead you." he took a look at his watch. "Alright, since it's the 4th, we're doing something special, so we'll give you music for fifteen minutes and then teach you another maneuver."
Bobby pulled her after him to one of the corners of the hall and slowly established the rhythm, chuckling when she raised startled eyes to meet his. "Come on, Sheila, you only have two feet and it's just like walking, you can never step on the same foot twice in a row."
"My name is Jay." She rolled her eyes. "And easy for you to say, I'm sure you counted steps when you first started."
He twirled her in his arms, relieved when she laughed and then pulled her closer again, moving them slowly forward. "Trust me?" He asked softly, smiling when she shook her head and panic appeared in her eyes.
"I'm not very good at that…" Her breath stopped when he lowered her to the floor, his arm circling her waist, his leg sneaking between hers as he slowly pulled her upwards again, spinning her in his arms before returning to the song's rhythm. He allowed her to lean her head against his shoulder, giving her time to breathe before his next move. He twirled her again, her back leaning against his chest for a short while, his hand tracing her waist with delicate fingers before he twirled her again, laughing when she grabbed his shirt in her hand. "You're good." She whispered and Bobby smiled softly, pulling her into a hug when the song ended.
She buried her head in his chest, shivering when his hands traced her back gently. She couldn't understand the sudden awareness that seemed to transpire between them and she could tell he felt the same, his hands touching her even when they stopped dancing and headed towards the juice bar for a drink. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder when they shared a huge glass of orange juice and she leaned closer to him, leaning her head backwards and watching the other dancers.
Bobby traced her forearm with his fingers, pulling her closer so that she could lean her head against his shoulder while they watched. Lowering his head, he kissed her hair softly, smiling when she raised her eyes to meet his. "It was fun, thank you."
"You wanna go already? I thought we could learn another move or two." Jay said, smiling when he nodded his head.
"No, I wanna stay; I was just thanking you for the dance."
"Hey, Bobby." A tall woman approached them. "It's been a while since we last saw you. I think you still owe me a dance." She eyed him appreciatively, her eyes clouding when Jay leaned her head closer to Bobby.
"Why won't we dance some other time, Sheila?" Bobby smiled a little and the woman shrugged her shoulders before walking away.
"Do you call all women Sheila's?" Jay asked, giggling when he rolled his eyes.
"That's her real name, I swear."
"You know, you don't have to stay with me, you can go and dance with her if you want to."
"I know." He shrugged his shoulders, winking at her. "But I like dancing with you. Besides, we poor, sad, been dumped recently should stick together."
She smiled, the touch of his hand on her forearm comforting. The instructor stopped the music and called for everyone to join him. Jay and Bobby shared a grin and rose from their position on the floor, moving towards the large circle of dancers.