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Disclaimer: I don't actually watch the show Emma chooses, so if something's off, just go with it. XD

Summary

It's Emma's turn to choose what to watch on TV, but Jax is less than thrilled with her choice. That could change, though...

Emma Alonso bit her lip as her eyes scanned the guide with careful consideration. She'd finally won a turn to choose what she and Jax Novoa watched in their TV marathon and she didn't want to waste it. In the past three hours, they had watched two episodes of some show about cars and part of a scary movie Emma would undoubtedly be having nightmares about for the next week. She didn't complain, seeing as Jax had won his three consecutive turns fair and square, but that didn't mean she didn't want some revenge.

Her purple polished thumbnail pressed into the up button on the remote. Baking… neutral. Interior design… tempting, but no; he wouldn't downright hate that. There was the children's network shows, but it wouldn't be fun if they both couldn't stand what they were watching. Hmm…

"Ya know, Em," her boyfriend spoke up from the couch cushion next to her, "if you're having trouble deciding, I'd be more than happy to—"

"Shh!" The witch blindly reached toward their bowl of snacks, grabbed a handful of chips, and shoved them in the wizard's face. He laughed as the snacks fell onto the blanket without her even noticing. "It is my turn."

"Okay…" He wiped the smeared salt from his lips, grabbed a fallen potato chip, and popped it in his mouth. "But if I could make a suggestion—"

"No! No suggestions. You will watch what I want and you will like it."

He rose an eyebrow. "Oooh, bossy. What's next, are you gonna spank me?"

She bit her lip once more, this time to keep from smiling. Celebrity gossip… they'd both be nauseated. Old sitcoms from when her dad was—

Suddenly, the listing above that one caught her eye: Say Yes to the Dress. It was a marathon and it was running until midnight. She grinned and hit select. "Here we go. A marathon."

Jax's eyes narrowed. "Only if you keep winning for the next few hours…"

"Nope." Emma gave him a triumphant grin. "The one thing I'd like to watch for my win is this marathon."

"It doesn't work that way," Jax tried to protest.

"Sure it does. I just decided it does."

He scoffed, scooting out from under the blanket. "Well I am not watching this for the next four hours."

Today had not been a planned lazy Saturday. Today was supposed to have been a nice day at the beach followed by a double dinner date with Andi and Phillip. And then Miami had decided it would be fun to rain. Not sprinkle; full-on downpour. For hours. Dinner was still on, but the beach was off, which meant Jax and Emma needed something to do until eight that night. Somehow they'd decided on watching TV on her couch which had of course led to arguing over who got to pick what they watched. They'd come up with a system—play a game of magical checkers; winner chooses one program; repeat—and it had been working quite nicely. Until now.

"Yes you are," Emma insisted, grabbing his arm to prevent him from standing. "I watched everything you picked."

"But I only picked one thing each time!"

"So did I."

"No, you—"

"Pleeeease." She blinked her long, beautiful eyelashes at him and pouted. "Please watch the marathon with me."

This wasn't fair. She wasn't allowed to use her adorableness to make him cave!

"But it's boring," he heard himself whine. Who could blame him? What guy wanted to watch a bunch of random women try on wedding dresses for hours upon hours? The only woman Jax was interested in seeing in a wedding dress was his Em, and that wasn't a sight he'd be seeing until sometime after high school. Well, in the flesh, anyway.

"I'll make it worth your while," she said coyly, the hint of a smirk playing up on her lips.

Okay. Now she was really cheating.

She could tell by the expression on his face it was working. So naturally she pushed harder. She wriggled out from under the blanket and crawled into his lap. Then she placed her lips onto his jaw line and gave him a light kiss. "There are commercials, you know," she whispered, moving her lips slightly up to place another barely there kiss on his skin. "Lots and lots of commercials…"

That was really all it took. He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her, releasing some of the sexual tension she'd just caused him. He kissed her again and again until she had to pull away for air.

"And do I get to decide what we do during these commercials?" he murmured, his lips a few tantalizing centimeters from hers. His hands slid down the curves of her body until they reached her waist. He held onto her, leaving no room for her to break their seriously close contact.

"Mmhmm." She could feel her breathing becoming shallower. "We can do whatever you want."

He chuckled in a way that made her question who had just obtained the bigger win and gave her one more kiss, this one slower, deeper, and more passionate than the others. As they slowly broke apart, he said, "Marathon it is."

She grinned. "Yay!" She climbed off of him and returned to her spot on the couch, throwing the blanket up over them both once more. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, and she immediately nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Once they were comfy, they tuned in to the program…

/ /

Two episodes and a few heated makeout sessions later, Emma could have sworn Jax was smiling at the television. And it wasn't even commercial time! She tilted her head and rose an eyebrow. "Jax Novoa, are you enjoying this torturous show?"

He glanced her way and quickly wiped the look off his face. "What? No, of course not."

Her smile widened. "Yes you are! I just saw you smiling!"

His eyes cut from her to the TV and back again before he surrendered, "Okay, fine. I'm enjoying it."

"Awww!" Emma clutched her hands to her heart. "Isn't Becky's story so moving?"

"What?" He glanced back at the TV where, undoubtedly, a blonde woman was talking to the camera, the name BECKY appearing in the bottom left corner. "No. I mean, I don't care. I…" He shook his head, well aware he was grinning like an idiot. He grabbed the remote, muted the television, and turned to face his girlfriend. "Look, you really wanna know why I'm enjoying this show?"

"Uh, YES!"

"Well, it's because…" He took her hands in his and studied her beautiful face. "It makes me think of you in one of those gowns."

The witch knew her cheeks were tinting a soft pink, but she didn't look down at the floor or to the side. She didn't look anywhere but in his eyes. "Really?" she asked quietly.

"Really. And how much better you'd look than any girl on that show."

She giggled, heart swelling in her chest. "You're too kind."

"If kind means honest." Jax pecked her on the lips and pulled her in for a hug. "I love you, Em."

Emma honestly felt like she was on Cloud 9. The tingly feeling she usually got exclusively in her stomach was suddenly consuming every inch of her body. She hugged her boyfriend tighter and replied, "I love you, too, Jax."

For the rest of the marathon, Emma had a hard time focusing on the fashion and drama each bride faced. She was too busy examining the grooms' suits and making mental notes of what she would change for her own wedding. It was no matter, though; she was sure Jax would look extremely handsome in whatever suit he wore.