Close to not enough - Jensen Ackles Fanfic

32º Chapter

Getting ready for work with Jensen around was something that I am not really used to.

First, he just stands there in the bed, looking at every movement I make like I'm his prey that he is ready to hunt, which makes it very hard for me to concentrate on doing my light makeup.

"Just because you're naturally beautiful, doesn't mean you can just stay there and watch me get ready, you know?" — I asked, looking at him through the mirror in front of me. He didn't really say anything, but the smile on his face was enough to make my cheeks burn slightly and turn a slight shade of pink.

"First, thank you! Second, just a blind man would think that you aren't naturally beautiful, sweetheart. You don't need any of that stuff to be beautiful, but if you feel better with them then go for it, I'm just watching really." — He got up from the bed, making me once again be distracted by my thoughts.

How can someone that just woke up, that have a messy hair and tired eyes still look so amazing, so perfect. Jensen is perfect in more ways that I can really count because Jesus has his favorites. He looks like he has been drowned by God himself, the most beautiful creature He made, and I'm not a catholic but if one day I meet the creator. I will thank him so much for creating this piece of art.

"Funny for you to say, babe, you look perfect all the time, really." — I said, getting out of the chair I had improvised at the front of the mirror, so I could walk in his direction.

"What can I say? I'm God's favorite." — His arms were around my waist faster than I could process what he was saying, but at the end I had to laugh at what he had just said because he just read my own thoughts. — "I'm going to take a really quick shower, and we can leave, is that ok?" — He asked, leaving a small kiss on my forehead before heading to my bathroom.

"Don't you think that getting there at the same time would get some people suspicious? What if Gen or Jared see us?" — The panic of being caught was starting to hit me, but I could hear Jensen laugh behind the sound of the shower running.

"If someone sees us, we simply say that your car broke down, and I offered to give you a ride because I was passing by the coffee shop to get some breakfast, and you were there. Sounds good?" — His voice was louder behind the sound of the water that was muffling it, and I just smile at how fast he could come up with an excuse.

"I think that might work, but now hurry the fuck-up before I go in there, and we will get ourselves even more late." — I grabbed my purse, trying to check for the second time if I had everything that I needed. The day before, I had left my laptop on the set, so the only thing I needed to bring with me was my phone.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" — I had to laugh at his words because he knew damn well that it is indeed a promise, but now it's not the time to get even later. The people will already be suspicious, but if we arrive at the same time and late? We just signed our graves then.

"Just hurry up, Ackles." — This time, I was the one to hear him laugh.

"Coffee shop story, right?" — I asked for the fourth time as he parked the car inside the main park on Set.

"Claire, calm down, ok? No one is going to ask anything and if they do, let me do the talk, ok?" — Jensen was really calm when it came to lying, especially when he might have to lie to one of our best friends.

"Yeah... ok" – I said, getting out of the car faster that I intended too because if someone sees this scene from afar it will really look suspicious. I decided to get back my posture and some of my dignity and start to walk in the direction of the main Set. Unfortunately, before I could even take two steps forward I felt a hand grabbing my arm gently stopping me from going any further.

"There is no one around, sweetheart, can you at least give me a quick kiss?" — I was shocked, not like slightly shocked but more mouth open wide kind of shock. How could he be so calm when he is asking me to just put myself at risk and being caught by anyone.

"You're kidding right?" — I had to ask, just to be sure that he was actually asking me to kiss him when anyone might be watching us from afar.

"I am, but I needed to see your reaction to this" – He said, pulling me closer to him, so he could at least hug me goodbye before work. It felt so natural to just be in his arms that I couldn't stop myself from giggling. — "I love you." — He whispered in my ear, making me smile into his chest.

"I love..." — I didn't really have time to keep up with my words or even get away from him when I saw Jared getting out of his car. Jensen was the one that took a step away from me but not for a second his smile left his lips because if Jared saw us hug... It would be really suspicious if we just kept being serious around each other after this moment.

"What do you love?" — Jared asked, as soon as he locked his car and started to walk in our direction. His eyebrows were grown together, probably because of the arm that Jensen was still keeping around me, but that didn't stop Jared from giving me the typical morning kiss on my forehead.

"Jensen, I was literally saying that I loved him." — I said, that made both men look at me with eyes wide with shock, but mostly Jensen, and that was kind of funny to see to be honest. — "He literally just saved me from getting late, my car broke down this morning and when I was at the coffee shop Jensen was there taking breakfast and offered me a ride. That's why I love him because he literally saved my ass from being fired." — That made one of the man laugh in full lungs while the other just took a fucking breath of relive, I'll let all of you guess who did what.

"Well, then we all should love Jensen, because no one around here wants you to get fired. Now, let's go, we have a full day ahead of us Doll, you two Jenny." — Jared said, putting his arm around my shoulder protectively and pulled me into the main Set and away from Jensen's body. Honestly I just love how protective Jared can be with me, I can only imagine if he has a daughter one day, poor boys.