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heat rose to her cheeks and caused them to flush a light shade of pink at his compliment. her gaze fell bashfully to her lap for a moment before he was confirming his certainty that he wanted this. wanted her. and the instant his lips were on hers again? all thoughts were fuzzy static in her mind. she carefully shifted to bring her legs around with special care to her unprotected right foot before she laid back on the bed, hands hooked under his arms to encourage him to climb back over her. " you have protection, right? " she breathed out, her hands releasing his arms to fall down to grab handfuls of the hem of his shirt.

He doesn't know what time it is now, really doesn't care either. He knows if he has to he can sneak out her window. He'd parked down the block to make it seem less suspicious and obvious where he was. Not to mention she had nosey neighbors, but who didn't. Either way? He could hide under a bed, in a closet-- wherever if it meant a chance at whatever Jean was offering him now. He didn't know for sure what it meant to agree to this, didn't know what it entailed. Did it matter he was leaving tomorrow? Did she even know he was?

He chuckles at her question, thumbs stroking against her cheeks and giving a nod. "You are..." his eyes drag down her frame, falling over the purple bra again, "so fucking gorgeous, Jean." He's trying to fall back into the mood and tone they'd been setting before all this, before he ever mentioned Max. Before she ever brought up being inexperienced. His eyes shoot back up to her face, "Yeah, I'm sure." He ducks in again after that, lips gluing themselves back to hers for a hungrier kiss-- something that resembled where they had been before conversations turned.

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the way he kissed her sent its usual warmth through her, wrapping around her heart and giving it a squeeze. she had been kissed plenty of times before, but the way theo kissed her? as terrifying as going all the way felt, the way he kissed her could convince her to follow him to the ends of the earth. a soft little noise exhaled from her lips when he drew back, eyes fluttering open just in time to hear his question. it earned a light, breathy grin. " the team usually goes out for pizza and arcade games, so we have a couple more hours. until around eight thirty or nine, " she hummed, lifting a hand to gently brush some of his long locks back. " are you sure you wanna do this? y - you know . . . with me? "

He almost rolled his eyes at the comment about him being human and made a face at her mention of him prior to the party. That wasn't totally true. He'd one hundo have a horny make out sesh with her and see where it went, but he'd stopped it from happening at the party due to the whole cast thing. Turned out she wasn't in a cast, just a boot, but.. you know. A loss is a loss and he was here now, right? No-- fuck. Her question drags him out of it, the question about the cult making him shake his head. Ready to tell her no, that wasn't what was going on and that her friend was just gossiping like everyone else. Again... doesn't get the chance and he's glad for it, mostly because he's tired of trying to explain that one.

She lists off her reasoning of her thoughts, fingers running along his forearm and sending a chill through him. He swallows as she says it's sexy, eyes falling to the touch of her hand then lifting back to her face. He studies her gaze then dips his own to her lips, unable to stay focused on either for long before he's caving. Hands raising away from his thighs in order to reach out and gently cup her cheeks, drawing her face forward and closer. He tilts to catch her lips, resting there on his knees as he gently caresses her in his hold. He holds the touch for a few moments then draws back, eyes fluttering open to look at her. He pauses there, lips tugging into a crooked grin again, voice smooth, "How much longer before your family gets home?"

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she knew that theo was basking in his villain era of sorts after the party, sure. maybe not even that. villains implied a certain coolness that was shed immediately by the reasons why he was here. he wasn't going to santa fe to live some musical lead fantasy, no. he was going to be in a regional production because new york wasn't working out at the moment. the theatre guild had poked hole after hole into his cool guy defenses and left him here . . . for her to pick up the pieces, right? she had two hands and a hefty desire to grab after all...

" because you're human, " she shrugged a shoulder, answering the question as if it were as simple as the weather or time of day. " theo bradley pearson before the party? i wouldn't have stood a chance with him. but you? the guy who may or may not be in a cult -- you're not in a cult, right? -- " she asked lowly with a light frown, a hand coming forward to rest on his forearm before she continued. " anyways, i don't know. it's hard shit out there and you're . . . just showing us that maybe things aren't so easy. for the others, i might give them bait to make fun of you for it, but the struggle? it's kinda . . . sexy, " she mused with a twist of her lips, her fingertips tracing along his arm.

Her immediate reaction made him blink and he looked away, clearing his throat in thought with a furrow of his brow. His eyes come back to her as she says look, his dark hues landing on her then falling to her foot of her soft ow. He wets his lips with intentions of telling her she doesn't have to move, that they really can just forget about it. He was marked as a loser by the young adolescents of the town as it was... they'd forget about him soon enough too. Might as well go back to Santa Fe tomorrow afternoon like he planned-- no, Albuquerque. Right. He didn't even get the pleasure of living there.

But before he can get any of that out she's telling him there's no greater honor than for him to be the one to swipe her card. He feels the corner of his lips twitch, unable to stop the smile that was begging to drag into a crooked manner. Disbelief settling on his face, big eyes staring at her as if he could find the answer to his one worded question. A question that didn't stop from tumbling out of his mouth.. especially as she mentioned liking him, "Why?" so much? He shook his head, something striking his ego down like a woodcutter against a tree. She knew what he was. Knew how worthless he was. He saw that every fucking day he looked in mirror-- talent really didn't get anywhere in the fucking end at least not for him. Where the fuck did he go wrong with his life?

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do i look like paul matthews??????

cool cool cool another crossover get in my lap boi

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boy cat rolling around in your lap. boy cat stretching and nuzzling into you going mmmbrrrrrlp.

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" YES! " she replied with an exasperated amount of desperation that she was very likely going to cringe about later. she wanted this with theo because . . . holy shit, she was rounding the bases with the hottest man to ever grace mountain valley. not only was that bragging rights for the rest of her life, but she was hankering for two handfuls of that sweet, juicy ass. she had spent so many years checking it out clothed, but to imagine it naked? here? in her bed? come the fuck on.

" look, " she breathed out as she shifted to move and sit on her knees closer to him. the way her foot bent and twitched earned a little 'ow' before she settled into a comfortable position next to him. " there is . . . no greater honor than to let royalty like you have my chastity . . . or whatever the fuck you want to call this, " she insisted, a breathless smile tugging across her lips as she brushed some of her hair from her face. " i like you, theo. so much -- "

what do you mean by that?

It was a fair thing to ask. His question wasn't meant to be answered or pointed out, but why wouldn't it? He was here with her after all and that was a good thing, but fuck did he feel like a loser otherwise. He'd been made out by a bunch of young adults and teenagers. How was he supposed to recover from that in being in Mountain Valley? All of this had been a mistake and he would've been better working a late shift at the laundromat or something picking up extra cash. So really though, because he doesn't want to answer the question... he's glad she moves on, glad she seems to settle back and quickly start pulling at her sweater. It hits the ground, clearing her frame and leaving her in her leggings and bra.

He quirks a brow at her, hands running down the front of his black skinny jeans and against his thighs. He licks his lips in thought, eyes flickering to his phone in wonder of what time it was before going back to her. Did he want to continue? Did he want to explore the idea of Jean Jordan and all she had to offer? Sure, yeah. Of course he did. Who wouldn't? She was a hottie with a body that didn't quit. But would it matter? Not that sex had to matter... but fuck. If this was going to be her first time. Had he... ever been with someone like that?

His first time was meaningless and not with his at the time girlfriend, Celia, Kris' sister. It'd been with some chick at a party that ran her hands over him in the right way, but since then? What was it beyond physical release? This? This wasn't going to be that though, was it? This had to have some kind of meaning if she was willing to choose him in the sea of options. Did he want it to have meaning? Fuck-- could they go back to the mystery and allure of her being some sexy goddess?

He shuts his eyes, hand lifting to pinch the bridge of his nose. A sigh slips from his lips and he curses quietly, "Fucking... fuck." He drops his hand and sniffs a breath, eyes shooting over her frame and the way it sent a warm chill through him. He shuddered and swallowed a breath, "I would really like to keep going, Jean Valjean, but..." his eyes shoot to hers, leaving the bra he'd been inspecting, "is this really how you want this to go down?"

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... but my ramen ain't bad. @onlydances

MUTUALS ONLY INTERACT.

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the way @onlydances and i HOWLED over this.

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there's four instances where she's on about his ass. this is the third instance. @onlydances

MUTUALS MAY INTERACT.

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she knew that this was a conversation that could probably wait, but did it really need to? it was going to inevitably happen, and she wanted him to think about the possibilities that would come with them moving to california. she knew it'd be a gamble for him. she knew that he'd be starting over in a new place, but maybe they'd be good for him. he deserved to have his name known beyond the likes of santa fe and mountain valley. maybe california, as scary as it was, was his chance to shine too.

as his hands slipped away, a light frown tugged at her features. " will you at least think about it? " she requested quietly, lifting a hand to tuck some of his long locks behind his ear. " you know, it doesn't matter if i end up on saturn, you're still my person, right? i just . . . selfishly want you by my side as much as i can get . . . "

Theo never pictured himself as the monogamous type until he allowed Jean Jordan to weasel her way into his life. She was... fiery. She was intense. She kept him on his toes and full of excitement with every turn. She made his miserable in existence in Santa Fe all that better. That's right, Santa Fe. With Jean around he didn't have to room any longer with that family an hour away. He could live in an apartment with his girlfriend. His actual, live in girlfriend. It felt like a dream for a long few months before they were settling into a normalcy. Work, school, theatre practice... dance... etc... They made it work as a couple. And they supported each other through and through. She had dreams of being a back up dancer with this pop artist she really enjoyed, dreams that he helped her push for. So when the day came for this? This big moment of everything just working out? He was happy for her.

But he'd known what it meant too, he knew if she got this job that she'd be packing her bags for LA and then after that? She'd be touring. It meant he was going to be alone, meant he was going to fall back into a lifestyle that included one without Jean. Something he wasn't used to anymore. Not after a year and a half of being together. Maybe that was pathetic, but he was pathetic. Not a day of his life went by where he didn't look in the mirror and realize that. His girlfriend was living her dreams now and he was... fuck....

Her response to his initial reaction wasn't the one he was expecting. He'd expected something along the lines of celebrating, but that? Asking him to go with her, asking him to say fuck Santa Fe. New York too? Both of those were two of his dreams, the latter the bigger and better one that he wanted to work his way to. He was a good player in the Santa Fe players. He had good roles, leading roles (now), but... he was close. Maybe. No. He knew he wasn't. He knew she wouldn't ask too if it wasn't easy to do. He had nothing to tie him here beyond her and the life they've built.

"California?" he asks it softly, hands staying where they're at from the hold of her hands. He blinks as he thinks then gives a shake of his head, gently drawing his hands away and slipping his wrists from hers. "I-I don't know, JJ. I... have school here, the new play, my job--"

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jean is a walking poster child for juvenile arthritis send tweet and give her an actual diagnosis please

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you wonder what you’re doing here — what the fuck’s become of me.

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the way he drew back from her filled her with instant regret. what the fuck, jean?! she had no problem pretending to be some prowess before, so why didn't she keep up the act? that was her problem, wasn't it? she wasn't an actress. she was a single threat. good for a pirouette and a dance break. with a busted foot, she wasn't even good enough for that right now.

her eyes slightly widened and her stomach dropped to her ass as she slowly drew her legs up and sat up against her pillows. his offer had her heart skipping a beat in her chest. one that provided her comfort that he wasn't going to press her to do something she might not be ready for. but she was! she thought so, at least . . . if not now, when?

his distant question stopped her protest though, causing a frown to tug her lips downward and brow to furrow. " what . . . what do you mean by that? " she asked quietly. not invasively but with genuine curiosity. " look, i didn't mean to spoil the mood, i -- here! " she insisted as she grabbed her sweatshirt and tugged it over her head. " we can keep doing this! we can have a good night! "

He brings his gaze to her expression, watching as it seemed to work in overtime to try and word together what she needed to say. He knew she was good at a few things, but the rest? Well he was starting to think that was going to happen tonight-- or he had been before she stated a truth he hadn't expected. Especially between her note, the way she was talking, and the way she was hitting on him at the party. Truth be told he wasn't sure what to expect as she began stuttering over her words. The confession pausing him and where he was, hips pressed between her legs and hand against her breast.

Theo has a moment where his world shifts, her comment about it not being cool to a person like him faltering him. He didn't know how to take that at first before it was slapping him straight on. Playing it cool about anything and everything... pretending, again, that his life was good and fine. He was a bachelor, a star, a... whatever the fuck anyone wanted to call him that wasn't loser. He wasn't that-- despite the way a bunch of teenagers had made him feel just last night.

The admittance has him hanging his head, eyes shutting and a sigh slipping from him. He shifts back, sliding his hands away from her and settling onto his knees between her legs. He brings one hand up to his hair, pushing what had fallen in front of his face during the shift away. He looks towards the window of her room, the moon threatening to shine through closed curtains. He knows in this moment he has multiple options in front of him and how he handled this. There was his usual way, his confident and cocky way. There was the softer, gentler and it's going to be okay baby... but... that wasn't real. That was an act. A lot of him was an act.

He sniffs a breath and looks back to her, eyes falling along her exposed skin and the way the purple bra complimented her tanned skin. She was... she was stunning and he would be a fucking idiot to let up on whatever they were doing, but something about. Something with all the confessions and truths made him feel a twist in his gut. Not necessarily one he wanted to fix, but one that stalled him a moment. Pausing him from saying anything. But when he does? It's probably not what she's expecting from someone like him, "Would you like to just... make out and call it a night then?" He shrugs a shoulder, looking away then back, "I'm not--" as cool, as confident as he was, "going to make you do anything, Jean. Or ask you to. I just thought-- I thought with the way we were talking and the way things were going...." he trails off slight then sighs, shoulders falling a little as he shuts his eyes and mutters, "Why did I come back to this town?"

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no one knew that jean was still a virgin, not even her closest best friends. it wasn't that she was ashamed, but theatre kids? they were fucking horny. they were humping anything that would stand still for five seconds. and the theatre department was some interlocking web of hooking up. drawing a map of who hooked up with who would look like the character maps in jean's notebook when they'd read shakespeare with all of the connections.

but jean always seemed to slip under the radar. no, that wasn't even it. she'd lie. when it'd come her turn in never have i ever, it was easy to drop a finger. and if anyone pressed for more information? it was easier to give a name of someone her friends couldn't fact check but would make sense. some sleaze on the baseball team? hooking up with the dance jock? no one questioned it further. they'd tease in private when the guy would walk by, but no one fact checked her because of just how specific it was. and so it was written...

but here she was, laying on her bed and about to speak her most vulnerable truth to the one person that left her shaking in her boot. to someone like theo bradley pearson, she needed to be that confident sex goddess. but nothing came out right. nothing would give away the shake in her voice or the deer in headlights look as he stared straight into her soul.

" i - i've . . . " she began quietly before her mouth clamped shut to swallow, exhaling a soft, panted breath. her heart was going overtime in her chest, just like after a good hip hop class. what if she, just, passed out right fucking here? god. " i - i mean, i've d - done things . . . i'm like really good at handjobs -- " she stopped herself with a wince. what she normally would brag about based on real experience suddenly sounded sooo not cool.

" fuck, " she breathed out, bringing her hands up to brush back her hair. " i've never had sex, okay? real sex. the p in the v or whatever -- which i know is like . . . one hundo percent not cool to someone like you. i'm sure you've done like . . . everything with people who are really good at it and what if i'm just . . . not? good at it, i mean -- "

The night before hadn't gone to plan. He and Jean had definitely made out, definitely fooled around, and made damn sure it wasn't going to be the last time. But sex? That hadn't happened. That had been on Theo's agenda when she originally came to the motel, but it changed as it progressed. One minute he's got his hand down her pants then the next she's telling him she's gotta go and he's spending the rest of the night trying to forget how she felt against him. And damn was that hard, impossibly so. Jean plagued his mind, filling his dreams and his morning thoughts as he stumbled into the shower of his old attached bathroom. He was in that shower, lost in thoughts about the girl when she texted him.

He hadn't replied until well after the shower, but he made it clear he would love to come over. How couldn't he? If they were going to repeat last night or even continue... why wouldn't he want to go? Not to mention it sure beat the shit out of a motel six. Lighting, bedding, and just everything made better. Her family had a nice house, he'd seen it before... never been in it. Hell, he didn't even know Jean had siblings until she mentioned that was the reason her parents and them would be out of the house. Some sporting event.

He'd ditched his denim jacket on a chair by her desk vanity and wanted so badly to remove more, but he didn't wanna put that on her. Still... he couldn't stop the way his hips rolled against her, dragging and letting her know just what she was doing to him. She was reciprocating with touches and sounds of her own, but he didn't stop the words that fell from his mouth about her... whatever. Just knew he was the new guy and played Agent Smith.

She started to protest, hand tugging at his hair and getting a low groan from him. He lifts back though to look at her, hand sliding up her waist and over her abdomen. Fingers run over the curve of a breast as he responds, unable to stop himself from touching her in whatever capacity he could, "Yes, well," he raises his brows, eyes on what his hand was doing rather than her face, "clearly something is holding you back. Made it sound pretty obvious what you were after when you gave me your number."

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