Chapter 12 – Messing
Since he had not denied them being an item it was now a running joke between the two of them.
It made him laugh, joking that they were sleeping together. He would call her his little lady or wife, and shout 'Honey I'm home' when he got in from work.
Jin and Miles would joke too, when leaving the house they would say it was to give them some alone time, or that they couldn't stand the goo goo eyes any more.
He would tell her to get about her wifely duties, making his food then meeting him in the bedroom, but the broad smile she gave him in return made him feel funny.
It could be called flirting really, how they joked.
Once or twice he had slapped her on the ass as he passed her in the hallway, and she would stoke his upper arm before they parted.
He put his jealousy down to he thought it was their little joke, when he heard her flirting with the guys in the garage. They weren't really a couple, and he supposed she has needs too.
When he made rude remarks towards her he half expected a shot with a tazer.
One afternoon she was on her hands and knees in a cupboard after staring for a beat he growled and asked her if that was an offer, and when she turned around with a devilish smile and asked if that was a request he knew he needed a cold shower.
After all she was only messing with him . . . .
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She had made it a joke between them, that people thought they were sleeping together to avoid awkwardness. It was quite fun actually, he was witty, although he was rude sometimes. She loved seeing the worry in his face after he said something rude, like she would slap him. But loved the shocked look on his face when she retorted with something just as dirty.
She would call him things like cowboy, or to wind him up call him her little lady.
Jin tried to get her to explain what was really happening, his English was better, but not brilliant and he was getting confused. She tried to explain, and he asked her to update him when it did happened. She hadn't known how to reply to that.
When gardening she would say she needed her man's help as she was too weak. If he came in dirty she would tell him he wasn't getting into bed with her like that, which earned her a grin that made her feel strange.
She knew it was a bit flirty, but it was fine. She also joked like this with the guys at the motor pool, but it wasn't as much fun.
He would brush past her as close as he could if they had to squeeze past each other in the doorway with a cheeky grin on his face.
She didn't like the way he smiled and flirted with the other women around the barracks. They were all falling all over the place over him. She attributed this to the fact she couldn't stand having to share the bathroom with yet another person, or have to listen to a happy couple while she was alone reading.
One weekend he was gardening in the bright sun topless. He was sweaty and had mud streaked across his skin. She took him out a glass of lemonade and scrunched her nose up at his appearance. Seeing her look he chased her across the lawn and wrapped his arms around her rubbing her against him, covering her with sweat and mud.
They both laughed and she noticed he smelt manly, like sweat and mud. It awoke something in her.
He slapped her ass and told her laughingly to meet him in the shower in ten minutes.
She reminded herself he was only messing around . . . .
