A Jolden Love Story (One Shots)

Fears Destroyed

Warnings: A few more horny teases, and sweet stuffs.

Jones followed Golden through the old parking lot, unable to control the naughty grin that creeped onto his face. He didn't bother to pull his red eskimo jacket up onto his shoulders as it slipped. After all, he was indeed sick. Every time Golden glanced back at him with her tempting, kinky smirk, he'd stare right back at her, careful not to visibly look her over.

Her outfit didn't help their sick, horny state, though. Jeggings, knee high sneaker boots, and a crop top black leather jacket. That was it. She never even wore anything under her jacket unless it was winter. So for most of the year, half of her torso remained exposed. Quite tempting bait for an arguably intoxicated young man.

Jones was a bit of a looker himself. Reddish-brown sideswept hair, jeans, a yellow shirt, and a red eskimo jacket. He never used the sleeves, though. Nobody knows how the hell he keeps it on all day. And one detail that's never to be left out; the crystal necklace hanging around his neck that granted him the seemingly supernatural gift of mood sensing.

Jones' flashlight went out, and the boy froze. He grinned, and Golden returned the look as she turned to face him.

"Golden... My flashlight's out." Jones smiled. Golden got closer to him, smirking.

"Maybe that's a good thing." She taunted. She caressed the side of his face and stared up at him temptingly. Emilee froze before quickly taking complete control of Golden's body, like a puppet. Anthony performed the same trick for Jones.

"Sorry, Goldilocks, not yet..." Em joked. Anthony walked up to her, using Jones' body as a vessel, and pushed her forward.

"C'mon."

Jones grinned and opened his eyes. Golden sat Indian style in front of him, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Jones tapped her knee and she looked up at him.

"I feel a portal coming on..."

~X~

"Huh? What the hell?" Em squeaked as she and Anthony were basically kicked out of Jones and Golden's bodies. The slender scouts and the fourth wall breakers all appeared in a forest. Jones and Golden immediately ran off, disappearing from their sight. Jones laughed and Golden leaned against a tree, panting and grinning. Her bare sides heaved with every breath, and Jones fixed his jacket on his shoulder.

The two started walking again, an occasional kinky taunt thrown into their otherwise boring trek trough the forest. About halfway through, Golden had started getting brief little messages in her head.

Fear

Kiss

Even an image, which she refused to share with Jones. She evidently had it stuck in her head, as she kept grinning and laughing throughout the hike.

Golden's flashlight burnt out, and she froze, leaning back against a tree.

"Golden?"

"Dark..." She muttered. She messed with her flashlight a bit, surprised when Jones came to help but went on a completely different course of action.

Instead of helping fix her flashlight, Jones took Golden's chin in his hand and gently pressed his lips to hers. Golden remained shocked for a moment after he pulled only centimeters away, but grinned. Her flashlight came back on, and she fixed her hair and brushed the front of her jeans, her face red and smiling.

"Let's keep going..." She stalled, almost hoping her flashlight would go out again.