04-01-2014, 02:01 PM
Jensen fiddled about in the kitchen and then brought them drinks. He seemed alert and attentive to his last minute guests. After a moment, he disappeared into another room and came out with some clothing, which he then offered to Aria in the washroom. It was a kind gesture and Connor respected him for it.
That thought, though, got him thinking about Aria in there getting undressed. He imagined her as she might look. He remembered the way she moved back on the street as she fought. She was wearing a large jacket, so his glimpses were fleeting. Yet there was an athletic body underneath, he could tell. What am I doing? Why am I thinking about this, on this night of all nights? It was strange. After months of focus and determination, after feeling dead inside, suddenly, everything was coming to the surface in strange ways. It had been a long time since he had looked at a woman- any woman- that way, and felt something. Attraction, obviously. Lust. Maybe more. He didn’t know. His mind flashed back to her concern for them back in the alley. It was something. Just a brief fantasy person- not really her. He didn’t know her at all. But his mind and heart was all over the place tonight. He felt like he was 20 again. The night was crazy.
And then Aria came out in a short t-shirt and nothing else. Connor stared, all thought vanishing from his mind. Good lord! He just stared, his eyes glued to her form, the way her incredible legs were sculpted and led up to the hem of her shirt. 1 inch more… He shook his head to clear his mind. Hastily, he looked up at her, focused on her face, on those gorgeous green eyes, trying not to notice the way the shirt moved over her chest. It’d been a long time, and in the best of times, she would’ve been someone he’d notice. “You have a shower? I don't think this with come clean in there.
“
Jensen gave the go ahead and she disappeared. As she walked past them, shirt hem swaying slightly, he watched her cute retreating form. Wow! Yep, definitely athletic. Could bounce a quarter off that. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. A long time since he'd noticed anything.
In the meantime, Jensen went back to the kitchen and began to prepare some finger foods. At Connor's question, though, Jensen looked at Giovanni for a long moment. It cemented a connection. Connor looked at Giovanni too, and then Jensen started speaking.
"This isn't the first time I've been met with strange circumstances and deadly . . . outcomes.
" He paled slightly at that comment. Given what happened tonight, Connor understood. "The last time I ended up in the hospital and in a great deal of legal trouble. I don't know if the lawyers could get me out of it twice in a row. It's best to keep your head down.
" The recollection seemed to pain him. "Connor, you're American also? Where are you from?
"
Obviously, this was going to take a while. But Connor felt content, for now. If they had to work their way up to it, that was ok. "New Mexico. Near the four corners. Actually, about 45 minutes from Colorado. And you? Your accent says Texas.
”
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 1 2014, 04:59 PM.
That thought, though, got him thinking about Aria in there getting undressed. He imagined her as she might look. He remembered the way she moved back on the street as she fought. She was wearing a large jacket, so his glimpses were fleeting. Yet there was an athletic body underneath, he could tell. What am I doing? Why am I thinking about this, on this night of all nights? It was strange. After months of focus and determination, after feeling dead inside, suddenly, everything was coming to the surface in strange ways. It had been a long time since he had looked at a woman- any woman- that way, and felt something. Attraction, obviously. Lust. Maybe more. He didn’t know. His mind flashed back to her concern for them back in the alley. It was something. Just a brief fantasy person- not really her. He didn’t know her at all. But his mind and heart was all over the place tonight. He felt like he was 20 again. The night was crazy.
And then Aria came out in a short t-shirt and nothing else. Connor stared, all thought vanishing from his mind. Good lord! He just stared, his eyes glued to her form, the way her incredible legs were sculpted and led up to the hem of her shirt. 1 inch more… He shook his head to clear his mind. Hastily, he looked up at her, focused on her face, on those gorgeous green eyes, trying not to notice the way the shirt moved over her chest. It’d been a long time, and in the best of times, she would’ve been someone he’d notice. “You have a shower? I don't think this with come clean in there.
“
Jensen gave the go ahead and she disappeared. As she walked past them, shirt hem swaying slightly, he watched her cute retreating form. Wow! Yep, definitely athletic. Could bounce a quarter off that. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. A long time since he'd noticed anything.
In the meantime, Jensen went back to the kitchen and began to prepare some finger foods. At Connor's question, though, Jensen looked at Giovanni for a long moment. It cemented a connection. Connor looked at Giovanni too, and then Jensen started speaking.
"This isn't the first time I've been met with strange circumstances and deadly . . . outcomes.
" He paled slightly at that comment. Given what happened tonight, Connor understood. "The last time I ended up in the hospital and in a great deal of legal trouble. I don't know if the lawyers could get me out of it twice in a row. It's best to keep your head down.
" The recollection seemed to pain him. "Connor, you're American also? Where are you from?
"
Obviously, this was going to take a while. But Connor felt content, for now. If they had to work their way up to it, that was ok. "New Mexico. Near the four corners. Actually, about 45 minutes from Colorado. And you? Your accent says Texas.
”
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 1 2014, 04:59 PM.