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A/N: Sorry for the long wait getting this out. I've been preoccupied writing the chapter after this one for a birthday present for Dani here and of course the many flash fictions I've been obsessed with. Happy 10/10/10 everyone! (except Australia, sorry for the late wishes.)

The McKeller Firsts

Chapter 6: First Movie Night Part 2

"You never did watch Eat Pray Love with me you know," Jennifer pointed out forlornly. She fixed her gaze upon the slowly moving scenery around them. Four more corridors. Three. Two.

"Of course not. I told you I wouldn't." Rodney had the same look of melancholy she was sure her own expression featured.

"Stubborn man," she lamented aloud as they reached her quarters for the end of their walk.

"That's right, stubborn man. Ask me to watch any chick flick and that fact will be flaunted." The door swished open, the sound going unnoticed.

Jennifer's face lit up at his comment, her wide grin the centerpiece. "But you watched Nights in Rodanthe with me."

"Ah, but that was to impress you. Being agreeable about the movie choice is always simplest," his smug smirk managing to light up his face as he leaned a bit closer to keep the door open. "Plus every guy hopes to pick a movie that sends a girl right to his arms."

"Not right to your arms, thank you. I can handle my fair share of girly movies," she huffed at him in annoyance.

"So that's what you call bawling your eyes out on my shoulder," he offered, picking up her teasing attitude of late.

Jennifer tossed her reply over her shoulder after walking inside the doorway, "Maybe that was just an excuse to get closer to you."

"Then allow me to formally thank both the movie and your tear ducts." Rodney grinned, stepping over to drop a kiss into her hair. Unsurprisingly, it smelled exactly the same as the night they were talking about.

"Hey, not so fast, Mr. Detail. You said the cliff notes on the walk. Now it's time for the rest." Her hand reached out for his to stop him from backing away. No way am I going to get shortchanged out of hearing him explain this one.

His swirling blue eyes held amusement as he pointed out from his position near the doorway, "We already covered the majority of it and it's a little late to be starting another story."

"It's the same story," Jennifer instantly replied, flinging the excuse to the side with a flick of her fingertips. She released his hand and sat on the side of the bed, her fingers treading over the soft fabric lightly as they supported her from behind. "At least tell me about the kiss," Jennifer replied as she waited for him to join her and continue.

"You get a good night story, but what's in it for me?"

"A good night kiss," She replied without hesitation.

"I thought I was getting one of those anyway?" An impish smirk painted his face as his eyes brightened playfully and his feet brought him slowly closer to the bed she was relaxing on.

"Most certainly not without a bedtime story," Jennifer said, eying her boyfriend's advance.

"Is that so? Too bad then, I need something to remind me how it felt if you want me to tell you anything about it."

"You play dirty." Jennifer couldn't resist, sitting up and pulling his hands to where hers had been to make sure he was leaning heavily over her, she dragged his head down for a kiss. The chasteness of good night kisses was long forgotten the moment his warm breath splayed across her skin as he covered her lips with his. It was far from the brief brushing of their lips she remembered him stealing those many months ago.

His shoulder was firm, as most shoulders tend to be, but it held a certain quality, a spot, that she found wonderful to lean her head against.

In the brief hindsight she gained, the crying didn't seem to have much of an effect on him as he simply allowed her to scoot closer to lean on him but made no move himself. She would end up on his lap before he realized her actions and that would doubtlessly only be noticed because she would pass through his line of sight to the movie. Well, it was a good thing he was wrapped up in the movie, but that wasn't the point in picking it.

Am I doing something wrong?

As if hearing her, Rodney's arm stealthily snaked behind her to rest comfortably on her opposite side, drawing her waist less than an inch closer. Jennifer would have offered him an encouraging smile had he even bothered to look her way but his eyes remained strictly on the movie before them.

I guess we do this the hard way. Snuggling into his shoulder and covering his draping arm with hers, she fluttered her eyelashes closed. Waiting was the game now. It was long overdue for him to take his turn.

With eyes still closed after a few impatient albeit relaxing minutes, she finally felt him move to rub his thumb softly up and down her side. Nothing could have been more right than that small gesture. It was comfortable, wouldn't have woken her if she wasn't simply pretending to sleep, and he only gave the barest of touches to create a sun's worth of radiating heat.

She couldn't help it, her head shifted so her cheek could rub itself along the top of his shoulder before settling again to point towards his face. It was nearly impossible to keep a tranquil and sleepy look upon her features when she felt him stiffen for the briefest moment and then exhale through relief warmly across her face.

Realizing he had to be looking at her to do so, a new unstoppable grin overtook her lips just before something else did. Eyes opening in shock, she saw his baby blues hidden beneath his eyelids as his mouth brushed over hers ever so briefly.

It was bliss, pure bliss, and then it was over. Though annoyance with the brevity of the kiss surfaced, Jennifer kept to her masquerade. It didn't take long for the ruse to become real because his shoulder was comfortable, so comfortable, to lean against. I definitely wouldn't mind falling asleep like this every night, the last thought of the hour drifted through her head.

A good five minutes later, a power nap having been almost achieved, a hand on her shoulder and another on her waist gently brought her back to the land of the awake. And it was unwelcome because she was having a great dream, unwelcome until she remembered whose hands they were.

"Jennifer," she heard her name from the lips of the man with the same hands that were gently waking her. Her eyes now open, she looked up to find him leaning over her. "I'm going to feel really put down if you tell me you fell asleep during one of my kisses," Rodney said in all sincerity.

Alarm on her face, she replied, "No, no, of course not." Red stained her cheeks. Had she really been dreaming of the night he was avoiding voicing aloud for that long? "I was just thinking back to our first kiss back on that movie night you won't share with me."

"What do you remember of it?" Rodney asked, amused.

"Only that you stole a kiss and woke me up from the best dream ever, though you're forgiven for both acts."

That earned her a small chuckle. Her eyes widened as she was still close enough to feel it spread across her face. She would never get used to his warmth so close but she never wanted to.

"I didn't steal that kiss. I'd say you were downright begging for it, asleep or not."

"And so the truth comes out. You admit to stealing the kiss." Jennifer's grin was encouraged even more by the truthful glint of guilt in his eyes.

"That and many more," he surprised her with admitting more than he was accused of.

"You're forgiven on all accounts then." She reached up for another kiss, stealing one of her own.