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“You don’t have to apologize…” Georgie muttered, although the words did make her feel a little bit better. She just bit her lip and looked at him for a long second before leaning down and pressing her lips to his gently, pulling away a moment later and sighing, her breath hitching just like it always did when she felt his thumb grazing over the sensitive inside of her thigh.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to this, because as crazy as it sounds, I really like what we’re doing.” she admitted after a moment, looking at him and then grinning. “I don’t need anything to change.” See, Jackie? I don’t need anything to change. I don’t want anything to change. I don’t need this to be a relationship… she thought, even though she knew there was a part of her that would always be wishing that maybe this was a little more than just creeping in windows once it got dark.

Georgie’s eyes shone with surprise when she opened them after the kiss, looking down at him with a little frown across her face. “Did you really think I didn’t?” she asked, her voice gentle in it’s concern, though it was clearly there. She let her hands fall against his chest and slowly push him back until he was laying down on the bed, her eyes scanning over him for a long second before her mouth flickered up into a small smile, her heart hurting a little bit at the thought that he didn’t know she wanted him for real. She saw the insecurity in his eyes, shining just a tiny bit but visible now that she heard it in his voice, and she felt like a d*ck for putting it there.

“Of course I want you to keep coming around.” she muttered softly, closing her eyes for a long moment and letting her hands wander over his chest, not sexually but just brainlessly, the motion comforting to her, his warmth reminding her that he was there. “I like what I feel like when I’m with you. You make me feel safe and dangerous at the same time, and it’s kind of… I don’t know. It’s kind of nice.” she finished with a blush, though she opened her hazel eyes at that and looked down at him, rolling off his body a moment later so she could wrap her arms around his chest and just hold him close to her. “I’m sorry if I made you feel any different…"

Kate didn’t notice him moving, didn’t see his hand, so by the time he spoke and she looked over, it was right next to her face and she jumped in surprise, her forehead hitting the bottom of the car in front of her. She gave a little groan and leaned back, too disoriented to mind his finger against her face, only looking at him once he’d finished talking, her eyes blinking open. “I should probably go wash that out…” she muttered distractedly, rubbing her forehead a few times before pushing her board out from under the car, kicking his once she was standing up.

“Come on, get out.” she said, her voice slowly returning to her usual one when she was sure that she didn’t have any sort of concussion, but rather that she’d just been an idiot. He shouldn’t have reached for me like that. she thought, though she knew he had no idea, and somehow she didn’t blame him at all. Maybe she blamed everyone else for everything, but she didn’t blame him. “And thanks. For getting it.” she added, quick turning over her shoulder to shoot him a small smile, though then she whipped back around and took a stumble little step to the side, pushing her way into the girls room, not minding if he followed behind her.

“Sorry.” she muttered a minute later when she heard his cautious little steps in- as if he was nervous she was going to tell at him, which was legitimate enough. She stopped splashing water on her face for a moment to look over at him, laughing softly when she saw the expression on his face. “Oh, stop looking like that. A lot of things are your fault, but not this. This was my own dumb*ss fault for not paying attention.” she said, turning back to the water a moment later and wincing as she scrubbed hand soap into the small cut.

MARTIN GEORGE CROSS

Martin was quite confused. There was no other way to describe it. He knew that he and Jackie were taking it slow, and though it was absolute torture on his body every time she rubbed up against him, forgetting their promise, only to yank herself away a moment later, or every time she pushed him just far enough that things started happening and then she twirled away giggling, he was with her, and that was enough. Or, well, that was enough, at least for the moment. Although he kind of felt like things were just back as they’d always been, and he tried to ignore that feeling, because he knew things were different this time around, but it was always nagging at the back of his head.

That’s why, when he picked up the phone earlier- she’d actually called him- and heard her offer of dinner, his heart sped up in his chest and he sounded like a choking monkey as he responded. Because it was dinner, and that didn’t really happen before. But now that it was a few hours later and he was standing in front of the mirror in just his underwear, even after ten whole minutes of surveying his quite-limited closet, he realized that he had no idea what she meant by dinner, and he was at quite a loss. Was it a date? Was it just te two of them? Or was it a group thing? Or was it a family thing?

It was with those questions running through his mind, and his confidence melting away by the second, that he picked up his cell, though he just held it in his hand. As confused as he was, he didn’t want to ruin anything, and he felt like calling her was going to ruin something. She hated labels, she always had, and she always preferred a vague maybe, which drove him crazy and he hated it with his entire soul, but he loved her, so he put up with it. So he paused again, phone in hand but forgotten as he surveyed his closet once more, trying to figure out what he could wear.

“Why?” Kate asked, surprise coloring her words as she splashed her face one more time, though then she was dragging a shirt from the back pocket of her coveralls and drying her face, her eyes meeting his when she finished. The second her gaze met his, she blushed, which only confused her, because there was no reason at all that she should be blushing, though she just shrugged and took a step forward, putting herself in reach of his hand. “You don’t have to, you know. It’s just a small cut…” she added softly, though she quieted after that. Her head still hurt, and she didn’t really want to protest.

“A warning would be nice, next time.” she muttered softly after a moment, just closing her eyes and swaying in place a tiny bit as she waited for him to reach out, her voice not accusing at all. “Really for any time you go to touch me. It’s not a problem with you, I promise.” she added under her voice, though then his hand was on her and, even though she seized up in nervousness for a second, she forced herself to relax, trying to remind herself that Robbie didn’t want to hurt her at all.

She opened her mouth to speak again before realizing that she’d basically just told him more than she’d ever told anyone else in her life and she blushed even more before shutting her mouth, not wanting to dump anything else on him. She had no idea why he kept swinging around to the garage, especially now that he was coming even when she didn’t need a ride, but she was sure that he wasn’t there to be her therapist. “It’s just a me thing.” she finished softly.

“A- Robbie, it’s barely even a scratch. I don’t need a bandaid.” she retorted when she heard his concern, giving him a look for a long second before seeing the hurt and just genuine concern in his eyes and blushing. Again. “But, fine. I’ll take one. Just stop looking at me like that…” she muttered, hoping that her voice was teasing at the end, because by that point she’d wrapped her arms around herself and her voice was quite small, and she really wasn’t sure what exactly was happening. In her head she knew it was Robbie, and that Robbie was trying to help, but she didn’t know why and she didn’t know when he’d stop, and she was also really, really confused by all the blushing. She never blushed.

After a few long seconds of standing there, wondering if she offended him, she cast a quick look in his direction and broke into a giggle, startling even herself when she saw his look. “Oh my god. If you needed directions, you could have just asked…” she grumbled playfully as she stifled that stupid laugh and then just rolled her eyes, turning- slowly this time- and walking out of the bathroom. She led him through the cars, flipping of Ivan with a loving smile towards the man as they passed him, before finally slipping into the back corner and pulling out a little box in the shape of a smiley face with the words ‘i’ll fix you!’ plastered across the front, though almost illegible due to all the grease.

“Here. Back right corner is where we keep all the medical supplies. I have a feeling that if you come around, we’re going to be needing them pretty often.” she said with a teasing grin, reaching up to tighten her ponytail, trying to ignore the awkwardness that she knew was coming with his offer to put the bandaid on her, especially considering that it was on her face. She was quite good at ignoring that kind of stuff, though, so she looked at him, blushing again after a second, though for an entirely different reason. “Not that… Not that i’m assuming that you’re just going to keep coming. I know you’re not. I was just… Yeah. Bandaids.” she finished, already starting to put her walls back in place when she finished speaking.

Martin was shocked out of his thoughts by the knock at the door. Yeah. That’s how long he’d just been standing there, staring at his closet. The second he heard the noise, he jumped practically a mile into the air, swearing quickly under his breath before looking around, trying to throw an outfit together last minute so that he could go down there. But then he remembered that this was dinner and the part of him that did any sort of thinking just quivered at the thought and he was left speechless, just staring at his clothes, until he did the first thing that came to mind and stuck his head out of the window.

“I, uh… Hey, Jackie!” he called, forcing a carefree grin across his face, though after a moment he swore, because it was pretty d*mn cold, what with it being early December, and his chest was totally bare and he could feel the ice forming where he didn’t towel down properly, apparently. “Come on in!” he added, though even from his position he could see the look across her face, and he just groaned in embarrassment a moment later, suddenly not cold anymore. Why? Because his blush was so red and hot that he was sure he’d just delayed any sort of snowstorm for another month.

“I have no idea what I should wear…” he admitted after a moment, looking down at her from his window sheepishly. “I just… And, f*ck, you look so cute.” he added, taking in her dress and the cute little boots she was wearing, and the way her hair was all done, and groaning again. “The key is under the mat like always, if you want to come in.” he finished weakly. Of course she looks cute as f*ck. God, we're going to get there and she's immediately going to leave me for someone who actually knows what they're doing. Way to f*cking go, Martin. Date hasn't even started yet. If it is a date...

“No, no. Help. Please. Please help,” he groaned, pulling his head in from the window and shutting it the second she’d gotten inside, rubbing his arms quickly in an attempt to warm himself up. He stuck his head out of the door to peek at her down at the bottom of the stairs, a fresh blush crossing his face when he realized that of course she was even cuter up close than she was far away- this was Jackie, after all- and that he was still standing there in front of a pathetically small closet filled with way too many flannels, naked except for his towel.

He jumped slightly when he heard her voice from the door, having gotten- again- quite lost in the process of trying to pick out an outfit. He turned around, though, and looked at her, rolling his eyes at her words. “Well, no matter what I wear, they’re going to say that. You look hot enough for the both of us…” he muttered, turning his gaze away from her to make sure that he was able to keep up this whole ‘slow’ routine. He looked at himself in the mirror for another few seconds, trying to ignore her reflection behind him, only jumping when he felt her hands slowly drifting over his chest.

“Jack… I thought you were going to help me get dressed?” he asked after am moment, trying to sound like he was teasing, though he ended up sounding strangled. Think unsexy things. Cold showers. Uhh… Male wrestling. Car accidents. “Because this kind of feels like you’re about to drop the towel, and I feel like that’s the opposite of getting dressed…” he added, though he kept his voice soft, unsure if he was pushing it too far with that comment. Unsexy unsexy unsexy... Uh... Sewage disposal guys. Highway traffic. Ice baths...

“I don’t need a first aid guy. I only ever get hurt when you’re here…” she retorted, though then his hands were coming close to her face and she took a deep breath, bracing herself even though she knew he was only going to help her, biting the side of her lip so the tiny squeak she knew she’d let out at his touch didn’t actually escape her. Like she suspected, she jolted slightly when his fingers brushed over her face, but she relaxed the moment later, a whole lot faster than she had anticipated. “Your hands are warm…” she found herself whispering, blushing again a moment later, because what a stupid thing to say.

When he finally pulled away, she forced her eyes open, because it was stupid that she’d closed them, blinking a few times to make sure that her contacts were still in place before finally looking at him. “What, no kiss? How the h*ll is it supposed to get better now?” she grumbled with a teasing grin, clearly not actually expecting one. That would be crazy. She barely even tolerated him, though he was growing on her slightly. Not that they were friends. She drew the line there, she didn’t have friends. “And I guess you could keep coming if you wanted to. I don’t control you or your green line.” she muttered a second later, trying to sound disinterested, though she still had a soft smile across her face.

“I know what I could ask for...” Sunny hummed teasingly, running her fingers through his hair slowly before pulling away and sitting up, looking down at him with a little giggle. “I want you to eat the goddamn breakfast I made you instead of just letting it get cold on the floor. We can snuggle later, dammit...” she grumbled playfully. She looked down at him for just a moment before pressing her lips to his softly, pulling away and grabbing the tray a moment later, setting it on his lap.

“You’d better really love me for this, mister, because it took me ages to make. This is actually my third attempt at the toast. I burnt the first two pieces of bread, and then I accidentally put apple jelly on the second two. I washed the knife, I promise, I’m not about to let you go into anaphylactic shock on our romantic vacation together.” She hummed, looking at him for a moment before giggling and reaching over, plucking a strawberry from the side of his plate. “Well? Go on! Eat! This is probably the last time ever you’re going to catch me cooking, so you’d better enjoy it...” she hummed with a smirk, though based off the look on his face, she found herself maybe considering doing it more often. Especially if he gave her that look every time.

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Will looked at Mari for a long moment, just resting his head on his hand and gazing over at the perfect girl right next to him. He didn’t know how he got so lucky that she actually decided she wanted him. Somehow he’d managed to be awkward enough that she actually liked it, and he would never stop being thankful for the day they met. She was the single best thing in his life and he didn’t even have to think about it, he just knew. Without her, his life was boring and nothing. She was the reason for him to live. Coming back home to her was the best reward any man could ever ask for. He was going to marry her one day, no matter how long she made him wait. He was positive.

After watching her for longer than was probably healthy, he grinned and rolled over so he was on top of her, scattering her face with kisses to wake her up, a massive, stupid grin across his face in the few seconds between each kiss. “Mari, darling, wake up...” he coped when we started to wiggle beneath him, sitting back on his knees to give her space to rise. He’d learned that the hard way when they’d cracked their faces against each other. She’s Meeting my family today... he thought, trying not to think too much about it, because it was only his sister, and she was the most bearable of all of them, and jus the thought of introducing her as his was enough to make him forget all his nerves.

It was when his body started getting aroused at just her smell that Martin realized he was totally, completely f*cked for this date. He took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing himself to think of the biggest b*mer-killers he could, but then her hands were running over his chest and dipping under his towel and her hot breath was on his ear and purring words of encouragement to him, and it literally took everything in him to keep from morning. Instead, he took a deep breath and pushed her away slightly, his eyes drifting to the floor for a long second, knowing that it looked bad, but e didn’t care. Popping a b*ner after less than a minute of talking to her would be a whole lot worse.

Only after a few long seconds and his convincing himself that he would be able to control himself once more did he look back up at her, a little growl escaping him as he took her in. Okay, maybe saying that he was in control was a little generous. But his eyes flickered over her and took in her outfit once again and he was positive that his eyes were so dark they were black. That’s what it felt like, at least, as he took her in, unable to stop himself from picturing every single way he wanted to take her. His imagination only got more active when she turned around and he saw just how that dress clung to her rear, and he felt himself moving forward, unable to stop himself.

“Darling, you know I would drop my towel for you in a second.” He breathed as e returned her earlier favor and slowly wrapped his arms around her, fingers feeling over her flat stomach, his voice rough and nothing but sensual as he felt over her perfect body. “But you made me promise to take it slow this time, and if I drop my towel, you’re going to see just how hard that is for me right now.” He added with a growl in his voice, only getting more aroused as he spoke to her, because he heard those soft whimpers coming from her, and f*ck him if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “So why don’t you just pick something for me to wear and we’ll stop this little game before I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He finished, his teeth grazing over the love of her ear, nibbling at it with just the right pinch that he knew she loved so much. Just the tiniest bit of payback for all the flaunting around that she was doing.

Kate’s eyes widened when she felt his fingers gently clasping her chin, her gaze jumping up to his when she heard his words. “Oh, please.” She managed to scoff in response, even though her voice sounded the tiniest bit strangled, considering that she was talking around a massive ball of nerves? in her throat. “I’m not desperate enough yet to ask for someone to kiss me.” She added rolling her eyes as she pulled away from his hand, instantly feeling better- at least, that’s what she assumed the wave of emotion washing over her was- when she was free. “And I meant the cut, stupid.” She added.

With that, she turned around and made her way towards the door, yanking on it much too hard when she heard his little quip. She stumbled backwards as the door came at her, narrowly avoiding another hit to the head, before turning and looking at him, her eyes wide with surprise for a long moment before she snorted and shook her head. “Your line doesn’t like me.” She countered, rolling her eyes, figuring that he was either making it up to get at her or was genuinely mistaken, but there was no way. She knew that wasn’t possible. “I bet it just likes all these cars. Gives you a chance to assert your masculinity and all that.” She added, puffing out her chest with a tiny smile across her face, though now it was stained with the slightest show of nerves, because what the h*ll was he doing?

Martin felt her melting in his hands and he smirked, knowing that this was the absolute last thing that he should be doing, distracting her like this, tempting her like this when they both made a promise, but she looked so f*cking good, and he could practically hear the way she called his name when they moved further and he got to touch her, and it was driving him crazy. He took a long, labored breath, starting to pull his hands away from her as he convinced himself that this was not what she wanted, and so it was not what he wanted, but then he heard her words and he felt her turning around, and he froze, unsure of what to do.

That lasted until she dropped on to her knees, and Martin’s jaw dropped to the floor with her. He watched her for a long moment as she played with the towel, wiggling in her touch when she didn’t just undo it and expose him, a growl escaping him when she stood back up. “That was cruel..” he whispered softly, though his breath was rough and he was clearly having more than a little bit of trouble holding himself back. He was quiet for a few seconds, just closing his eyes and breathing, trying not to think about her looking up at him like that through those eyes of hers, but even he knew that he was much too far gone for unsexy thoughts to help at this point.

At her suggestion, he couldn’t help but let out a ragged little moan and open his eyes to look at her, his heart skipping beats left and right in his chest. “I thought that you told Georgie we wouldn’t do anything past touching for at least a week…?” he breathed, though he had no idea why he was arguing when all he wanted her to do was drop to her knees again, even if she didn’t touch him. It was so f*cking hot. “You… you made a promise…” he added, though then her fingers were dancing around the top of his towel again and it was slowly slipping down his hips and he had to bite his lip to stop from moaning at literally just the thought of her doing that to him, because that was embarrassing as f*ck and he was better than tat.

“Yeah. Just touching. Shouldn’t count…” Martin whispered, though he knew he was basically incoherent, which was ridiculous. He wasn’t a fifteen year old boy, he was better than this. Or he had thought he was, though apparently he was making all that stuff up in his head. He felt her loosening the towel and he took a shuddering breath in, waiting for the sweet relief he knew was coming, though after a second he heard her voice and he opened his eyes, a little whine escaping him when he felt her grinding up against him. Because that was totally fair.

“It’s not my fault that I got excited…” Martin grumbled defensively, though his voice was still deep and rough, and he was standing there waiting for her to drop the towel and fix this little problem that they’d created together. “You were walking around dressed like that…” he added, but then she was letting go of the towel altogether and he grinned, before seeing her walk away and feeling her shoving the clothes in to his arms, and even he could’t do anything to stop the squeak of protest that left him when he realized what was happening.

“Wait. Wait, are we…” he stumbled, following her towards the door for a few steps before seeing her smirk and looking down at his clothes and frowning. “You are a f*cking tease. You know that, right? I don’t think I’ve ever been this h*rd before, and you didn’t even touch me. Excuse me if getting dressed takes quite a while, I think I need to go spend some time by myself in the bathroom…” he grumbled under his breath, unsure if she heard any of it as he shut the door- though not all the way, he knew she’d just end up peeking anyway- and moved back towards the mirror, giving a groan when he saw himself. He looked like a mess.

When Martin finally came out of the bathroom, he was doing the last of the buttons on his shirt. He took a few shuffling steps forward, running his hand through his still-damp hair, looking over at Jackie a moment later and rolling is eyes. “Oh, come on.” he grumbled under his breath, though he stood there for just a second before running to the bed and jumping on top of her, immediately covering her face in a million tiny kisses, laughing when she started squirming underneath him.

“i was in the bathroom for less than fifteen minutes!” he protested in between the touches, his hand slipping out after a moment to tickle at her side where he knew it was the most sensitive. Maybe it wasn’t fair, but he didn’t care. She had pretended to fall asleep on him. “You couldn’t have fallen asleep. You little liar!” he added, only sitting back when he finally heard her protests about him ruining her hair, even though he didn’t understand it. He thought she looked perfect. He just sat there, looking down at her, oh-so-tempted to follow her down again and trap her arms to the bed, but he’d literally just gotten rid of his not-so-little problem. There was no chance he was letting it pop back up again. “Jerk…"

“Completely masculine? Really? That’s what you’re feeding me, here?” Kate asked, stopping for a moment in her path so that she could cross her arms and look at him, her eyebrow slowly climbing up her face as she looked at him and snorted. “Robbie, when you picked me up on Friday I had to change your music from the Spice Girls.” she reminded, looking at him for another second before snorting and rolling her eyes, walking off towards the cars, leaving him behind this time. “Real masculine. Really.” she added, though she couldn’t stop another one of those little giggles from escaping her.

“And I know cars aren’t your specialty. Remember how many times I’ve worked on yours?” she added, looking over at Ivan quickly and just motioning to her forehead and then the car before finally pointing at the bandaid, using the fake form of sign language that they just sort of developed over the years. But no means, of course, had Kate consented to it, but there wasn’t really any way to deny it from happening, especially considering how loud the garage could get sometimes. “You’re a f*cking disaster with cars.” she added, resting against the truck she was working on for a moment before turning back to him, not quite ready to get back to work yet.

“My parents aren’t going to kick you out. They think you’re gods gift to childcare. I’m surprised they haven’t just adopted you at this point so that you could look after Kurt 24/7…” he muttered, pouting down at her playfully before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers hungrily, pulling away with a smug grin after a long second. “You taste so good…” he purred after a moment, making a big show of licking his lips to get every little speck of her strawberry flavored lip gloss, his voice deep and rough as he spoke. He looked down at her for one more long second before smirking and standing up, happily leaving her on the bed. She’d teased him before, it was the least he could do to get back at her.

“Alright. Are you going to tell me where we’re going, darling? Or are we just going to stay here all night. Because I’m afraid that if yu made any dinner reservations, we may be a bit late…” he added at the end with a little blush, knowing that it was because she’d practically bl*wn him earlier. Not that he was complaining. Not at all. It had thrown a slight wrench into the timing of thier night, though. “And are you sure I’m nice enough? You look so good…” he added quietly at the end, a little bit of insecurity in his voice, because as much as he joked around and showed off for her, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about it all. “I don’t want anyone to take you away from me.” he finished with a pout, knowing that it was towing the line but after their little playtime earlier, he so didn’t care.

“Oh, really? What can you build?” Kate shot back, looking at him with a smirk. “Because you definitely can’t build anything that has to do with cars. And you didn’t know what a wrench was when you came in here the first time, so I have a hard time believing you can build anything worthwhile.” she finished, looking at him with a smirk, just leaning against the car, surprised that this felt so good. She never wasted time at work- that was probably one of the reasons she was always so quick with the turnaround of the cars. But, this? Just standing there talking to him? It was surprisingly nice, and she had a feeling he knew it. She wasn’t about to say anything, though, especially when she saw the smug look across his face. She was sure that he didn’t need any more ego than he already had.

“And the Spice Girls are not a classic.” she added with a smirk. “And I know you know that, because you’re blushing like a tomato. Just accept the truth, Rob. It’s never going to happen for you.” she said with a teasing laugh before moving over to her cart, starting to drag it towards the car, breaking herself from the little lazy bubble she’d allowed to set over her at least for a few minutes. Gotta get back to work… she thought, pulling her coveralls up and over her sports bra once again.

yes please! I have some homework I have to finish, but if you start I'll play off of what you give me.

“I don’t think you can really qualify as the tiniest when you’re over six feet, darling.” Leander muttered distractedly, taking ab ig bite of his pancakes before looking back at the other man and blushing slighty, though he rolled his eyes and smiled a moment later, sitting back in his chair when he saw the look on the man’s face. “But, fine. Fine. You can be little spoon. Sometimes. Although that means that it’s going to be harder for you to ‘accidentally’ feel up my butt.” he added with a snort, raising an eyebrow at the boy, knowing that absolutely none of it was accidental, and also knowing that it was becoming less and less surprising for him to realize that someone wanted him like that. That Anthony wanted him like that.

“Fine.” he agreed after another moment, looking at the boy across the table and tried to hide his grin, though he knew that he was absolutely failing. “Because you spent so much time and effort making me a big breakfast, even though you never eat anything for yourself. Which I still don’t like, but if you’re absolutely sure you’re healthy about it, I’ll accept.” he added to himself before looking at the other man and rolling his eyes, his face turning bright red when he heard the man’s comment. “You know, I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me shirtless. I’m literally nothing compared to you.” he added under his breath, a soft blush across his face along with a soft, flattered smile. “But maybe. If you’re lucky.” he added at the end with a shy little giggle.