Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owner(s).
Pairings: Jeremy/Betsy.
Genre: Possibly everything.
Rating: PG-13/T.
Summary: "So now I think that I could love you back." — a series of one-shots revolving around [the prompts Imagine Your OTP on tumblr & others of] Jeremy and Betsy.

Author's Note: I don't think this story will have a clear timeline. I recommend you just... go with it.

Prompt: Imagine your OTP, just starting a heavy make-out session, when suddenly person A gets the hiccups. They try to continue, but the hiccups keep coming back, causing person A to be embarrassed and a bit upset, though person B thinks it's kind of cute.

It was hot.

Betsy normally wouldn't find her Friday night to go on like this ― straddling her boss' laps, their hips mildly grinding against one another, one of his hand digging on the flesh on her thigh, and having her moaning when he kissed a special spot somewhere on the nape of her neck, urging him to let out a groan of his own ― but to say this situation was alien ever since Dr. Reed (Jeremy!) decided to make them official was a lie.

And frankly, she liked it.

Betsy knew where this was going, and for the first time in a long time, there wasn't a single insecurity passed through her mind. Guessed when you have a boyfriend showering you with various of compliments every waking hour really did build up someone's self-confidence over her body. Plus, she's done this before with him ― and she wanted to do it again.

Until, of course ― "Hic!"

The first time it stumbled through her mouth, she didn't mind it as much and he didn't seem to notice. The second time, she felt the way he paused, momentarily, before continuing to trace his lips over her collarbones. The third time, however ― "Betsy, are you― are you―" Jeremy stopped, pulling away, his face flushed and breathless. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine―hic!" She hiccuped, shaking her head quickly. "Just a little― hic!― hiccup."

"Should we...?" He trailed off, and she could feel his thumbs running circle on her thigh.

"Yes. Yes. Of cours―hic!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she answered back, breathless, already capturing his lips before he could protest, and ground her hips even harder against his. Jeremy immediately groaned into her mouth ― angry and dissatisfied and hungry for her ― and pulled her closer, his movements getting a little sloppier, drowning with lust. That was before another terrible hiccup shook her whole body, causing them to jerk apart.

Betsy immediately caught her own lips, embarrassed, and shut her eyes. Obviously! Of all the times...

"Hey, Betsy..."

"No," she murmured, still closing her eyes and dropping her chin, now even more humiliated. Another hiccup passed through and shook her shoulders, causing her to groan frustratingly and ducked her face even lower. "I'm― hic!― sorry." She managed to whisper out, ready to walk away and get something to drink― anything really to get rid of the horrible hiccup! ― but instead, Jeremy pulled her closer, gently, comfortingly, and chuckled against her cheeks.

She immediately toppled her forehead against his shoulder.

"It's okay, Bets."

"I'm so embarrassed."

"You shouldn't have to. These things happen, don't they?"

"Yeah. They also have the worst timing ever." She mumbled, hiccuped, and frowned. "I'm sorry."

"I think it's cute." He answered back, sort of randomly, and turned to look at her.

Despite the disappointment, she can't fight off the smile. "You do?"

"I think you're cute." Jeremy replied, a wider smile carved on his lips, lightening up the shadows on his handsome face. Betsy lifted her fingers to trail over his cheeks, wondering how was it again that he's her boyfriend. He immediately took her hand, and kissed her fingertips.

"Thank you, Jeremy." She murmured, leaning in and and kissed him ― quickly interrupted by her hiccup. Again.

He grinned.

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